god is a w o m a n ⋇ Steve Rogers

III

I was in Asgard, my father was having a ball in my honour, celebrating my first battle. Odin gave me my bracelets, the ones that only fit me and no one else in the universe, I was worthy of such power. I wish my mum was there with me, celebrating my success as a warrior. Heimdall told me I was born for something more than just be Thorsdatter, the purpose was yet to be discovered. One person excelled from the crowd, I haven't met him for a long time, but his presence in the room meant something greater. He was wearing his usual blue spandex with the white star on the center. Captain Steve Rogers was proud of me, showing me a smile and spreading his arms for a hug, my body knew what to do and I just let it be. The warmth of his body relaxing mine, how could a mortal do such thing? Make me feel things no one's been able to do.

"Olivia, wake up, we need you." He looked me directly in the eyes. "I need you." He leaned in our lips barely touching. "You're the only one that knows what he's planning." I didn't understand what he was saying.

"Steve, we are safe, we're in Asgard." I smiled, looking around and everybody was dancing. "Don't you see it? We are right where we're supposed to be. Nothing else matters." I held his hand a dragged him to the dance floor, a slow melody rang through my ears making me feel every note. "Relax." I said as I felt his body tense up.

"We can't, the world needs us." He whispered in my ear. "Come back to me." He pulled away from my embrace and he started to fade away, along with everybody else until I was left alone in the room. I felt scared with no idea what to do next, just trying to wake up from this horrible dream.

"Hey, you're back." A hand rested on my forehead. "I'm sorry about earlier." He held my hand tightly. "But if anything, it was Stark's fault." I chuckled squinting my eyes from the migraine.

"No, I'm sorry." I held myself with my elbows. "What Loki did, it's unacceptable, he will face justice."

Tony came in the room. "What's up Mean Girl?" He handed me a green juice. "Drink that, it will help." I smelled the drink and gagged. "It's not as bad as it smells." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Did Steve had to kiss you to wake you up?" He leaned on the frame of the door and I raised my eyebrow. "You know, like the princess you are."

"Stark!" Steve scolded.

Tony shrugged his shoulders as he turned his gaze to me demanding an answer. "Not that I know of." I sipped the drink and grunted. "Do you ask that every time someone wakes up?" I was puzzled by such an odd question. Steve's faces was red as a cherry, he was embarrassed but I didn't know the motive.

"Why are you embarrassed, Captain?" I spotted the question and he showed me his back. "Was it something I did?" I put my hand on his back and he turned around to see me with his baby blue eyes.

"No, it's just Stark makes me feel uncomfortable most of the time. Don't worry it has nothing to do with you, you just make nervous." He covered his mouth.

"Nervous how?" I wondered why I made him so nervous he had a hard time to look me in the eyes.

"Well, I've always had trouble talking to women, especially if they are as beautiful as a goddess." He hinted.

"I think you're doing a marvellous job at it." I got of the bed and stumbled a bit. Steve held my arm and grabbed me by the waist.

"You should rest."

"No, we have to get Loki." I commanded. "We don't have time."

"Liv, you're not up for it, we still have to look for your father and Dr. Banner." He put his hands on my shoulders. "We will take care of it."

"Stop treating me like a child!" I yelled and pushed his hands away. "This is all my fault, I sent my father out and let Loki escape, this is my responsibility." I was very stressed, o had to look for my father and make sure he was okay, but Steve was very stubborn. "I'm going with you."

I looked at the patriot and he sighed. "Fine, but you have to stay with me at all times."

"What do you take me for? A princess in distress? No, I'm going after Loki to take him to Asgard."

Steve took my hands forbidding me to get away. "Are you always this stubborn? And no, I don't think you are a princess in distress, I just don't want to see you get hurt, again."

Tony came in the room once again to talk about Loki's plan. "I'm sorry, Tony." Steve apologized. "He seemed like a good man." 

"What am I missing?" I asked puzzled. No one cared about my question.

"He was an idiot." Tony said.

Steve crossed his arm in his chest. "For what? For believing?"

"For taking on Loki and Ol-" Tony cleared his throat at the same time he looked at me. "for taking on Loki alone."

"He was doing his job." Tony gave a wry chuckle. 

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked frustrated. 

"Agent Coulson died." Steve said without making eye contact with me.

"Oh my Odin." I bit my lip. "Because of me." 

Steve put a hand on my shoulder and with his there intertwined it with my hand. "Don't do that to yourself, Liv. That was all Loki." I nodded trying not to feel guilty. "We have to get this done. Now Loki needs a power source. If we can put together a list..."

Tony interrupted Steve. "He made it personal." 

"That's not the point." 

"That is the point. That is Loki's point. He hit us right where we live. Why?" Tony was trying to figure out Loki's plan. 

"To tear us apart." Steve started to solve the problem.

"Divide and conquer." I said. "That's what I'd do." Tony rolled his eyes at me. "He knows he was to take us out to win." 

"He was to be seen doing it. He wants an audience." Tony pointed a finger at us.

"Yeah. I caught his act at Stuttgart." 

"That's just previews. This is opening night." I could hear the excitement in Tony's voice. "And Loki, he's a full-tilt diva, right?" He stood at the top of some stairs. "He wants flowers, he wants parades." His hands were helping him express as he talked. "He wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered..." He stopped talking when he realized what he was talking about. "Son of a bitch."

Steve and I followed Tony to suit up, well I juts waited for them to put their suits on since I am wearing mine. 

"Come one." Steve wrapped my hand and led me to Clint's room. "Time to go." He ordered to Natasha and Clint.

"Go where." Natasha asks with not a single expression in her face.

"We'll tell you on the way."