I whimpered. The sky was dark, a gaping hole in the center of the clouds. Chitauri swarmed out of it like bugs, attacking the civilians, flipping cars, causing panic. Then there was a laugh, cold, and cruel, ringing through my ears. And the angered face of a black haired man. My father.
He sneered. "Where are your little friends now, Hela?" He asked, looming overhead. I flinched. "There's no one to hear your screams."
I awoke in a panic, tangled tightly in my sheets. My clammy skin was wet with sweat, and deathly pale. I shivered. Then my alarm clock went off, scaring the pants off me.
Internally slapping myself for my stupidity, I sat up and began to unwrap myself from the sheets. It wasn't long until Bruce knocked gently on the door, making sure I was awake.
"Hela?" He asked, poking his head in. "Big day today!" I groaned. As gently as Bruce tried to put it, I was not excited to go through with this plan. The Avengers, including Nick Fury and several other SHIELD agents had decided it was best if I tried to become more of a normal kid. They had seen first hand the stress I had between through in the past several years, and hoped that doing normal things, such as going to school would relieve me of some worry. I just thought it would increase it.
Never the less, I found myself standing infront of a full length mirror, trying to decide what clothes to wear. I had already cast the illusion the team was forcing me to keep during the school days, which included a splash of freckles and dark brown hair. It had between decided that whole I was at school and had to keep a social profile, that Tony would act as my legal guardian. Ever since the falling off Stark tower incident over a year ago, the Avenger had taken to keeping a keen eye on me, and watching to be sure I stayed out of trouble. Therefore, Fury ordered that Tony was to be my legal guardian, so long as my father was locked in jail and Thor remained on Asgard.
The thought of my father sent a cold shiver down my spine. It had been a long six months without word from my dad, or Thor, and I was growing restless. I missed my father and the sense of comfort I gained when around him. I missed his smile, his green eyes, and his soothing voice. But I knew he would not be coming to fetch me for a long time.
I then found myself sitting in a car with Tony and a girl with honey locks.
The girl's name was Ellie, I found out, and daughter of Agent Spearman, a covert ops specialist. Her blue eyes looked me over before I entered the car, staring at me as if I was about to spontaneously combust. Then she shrugged, letting me sit.
"Hela, Agent Spearman and his daughter, Ellie." Bruce said, gesturing to the man sitting shotgun and then at the honey blonde girl. I smiled weakly. "Hi." I said. It had been ages since I had interacted with another kid, and to be honest, I was quite a bit rusty.
Ellie flashed me a short smile, her blonde fringe swishing over her right eye. Then she turned and looked out the window for the remainder of the drive. I shrugged, silently cursing myself for choosing to go along with SHIELD's lab. School was going to be a bit more than I bargained for.
Before I entered the building, I knew I had bit of more than I could chew. There were a couple hundred kids standing outside the front door, tightly knit into smaller groups. After bidding Faial to both adults, Ellie turned on her heel and marched straight up the steps and into the building, me stumbling behind.
"Hey, wait up!" I called as I ran after her. Man that girl could walk fast. She let up her pace slightly, but continued to speed walk down the corridors. "Ellie!" I cried desperately. "Hey, slow down!"
Then I ran smack into the front of a stern looking women. She flared at me from above her spectacles. "Uh....hi." I said, blushing, dropping my gaze to my feet.
"Miss Hela Stark, I presume?" I nodded. "It seems that there are a few rules we need to be accustomed with then. Rule number one: We will keep our voices down on the hallways. Rule number two: We do not run in the hallways. Rule number there: Refrain from running into the principal on the first day."
I grinned. "Sorry, Ma'am." What could I say? Trouble is my specialty.
I do not own the Avengers. The character Ellie is courtesy of @Curley_Wirley
