The Hidden Goddess

Director Fury

(Y/N)'s POV...
Ever since you were little, you had always been so self-conscious when you cried, but now you just give way to the enormity of your grief. You sob into your hands, and the tears drip between your fingers, raining down onto the wooden table you are currently sitting at. Your breathing is ragged, gasping, and the strength leaves your legs. You are noisy, your face blotched and stained with make-up, but there is only the man and his daughter to comfort you. You could run a mile in any direction and not find another soul who would care. You cry until no more tears come, but still, the emptiness and sorrow remains.
"Excuse me, (Y/N) of Asgard, can we do anything?" Scott asks as he steps forward carefully.
You glance at him, sniffling softly. "May I reside in your chambers for a while, until I sort myself out?"
Scott smiles kindly and nods.
"Of course, would you like to borrow some clothes and in the morning we can go shopping?"
You nod, managing a small smile.
"Thank you, Scott." You stand up and follow him upstairs.
He opens a white door, and you step into the dimly lit room. You look about you in amazement. This is your little room! A small single bed, looking like a snowdrift, so white and feathery and high it is; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth. You move to the bed and sit down, giggling at how soft the mattress is.
"Sorry, it's not the best, but it's functional."
Wide-eyed, you smile at the amazing man in front of you.
"It is fantastic."
He passes you some folded clothes, much different to what you usually wear on Asgard.
"I cannot thank you enough." You bow your head.
"Don't worry about it. Just get a good night sleep, and we will talk in the morning."
He leaves the room, mumbling a goodnight and you peel off the soiled wedding dress. Leaving it in a heap on the floor, you put on the Midgardian black pants and grey jumper. Midgardian clothes are relatively comfortable, it's a nice change to be comfortable and not having to worry about looking lady-like. You snuggle into the covers and rest your head on the soft pillow.

Scott's POV...
I take one last glance at (Y/N) and softly close the door behind me as I head downstairs. (Y/N) is the kind of girl that women love to hate. She may be an adult, but so young that she still has the exuberance of youth. She has that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition is perfect, and she walks with the confidence of someone a decade older. She isn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin is like silk over glass, and she radiates an intelligent beauty. Snapping out of my trance, I grin at Cassie, who is sat on the sofa reading a book. Her big brown eyes light up as I sit down next to her.
"Is the Princess ok?" She asks, putting her book down and shuffling onto my lap.
"Yeh, Peanut, she is. How about tomorrow we take her shopping?"
Cassie grins.
"Yes! Can we take her to the Disney store?"
"Of course."
She cheers, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Peanut." I kiss her forehead. "Now, let's get you to bed. We have a busy day shopping tomorrow."
Cassie nods and runs up the stairs. I'm about to follow her up when someone knocks on the front door. Frowning, I open the door and peek around.
"Scott Lang." A deep familiar voice booms.
Gulping, I open the door further, and I feel the blood rush from my head.
"Director Fury, how can I help you?"