The daughter of the Trickster

Prologue

I've always had powers. That's not what makes my life hard, Keeping them a secret. Not from my family, because I don't have any. I've bounced around through fake identity to fake
identity. Finally i found a place I can call home, with my best friend.
My name Vali, but Eve (my best friend) calls me Val. I'm 17 as to her, who is 16. Well at least I'm mortal years I'm 17. See I'm Asgardian. Daughter of Loki to be exact. Loki sent me here when I was 500. (Around 12 in mortal years.) The threat of Thanos was too big for me to remain on Asgard. So he sent me here, under the protection of S.H.I.L.E.D. and the Avengers of course. They help me with fake identities and names, every time I blew my cover.
But a lot of those times i can't remember, because I suppressed them with memory block. It's an Asgardian power that you can use to block your memories.
I've only known Eve for a little while. I met her after I created this identity. I've only had five identities I've hidden under. I don't remember the second and third. I don't think I want to, I had a reason, I'm sure I had a damn good reason to forget two years of my life.
I'm using my real name for this identity, so hopefully I don't blow it.
I'm just glad I finally found someone, a friend.

Eve is actually an evolved, which is what Midgardians call people with powers. She has Ice/Snow powers, she can create ice and make it snow. But, there's another side to Eve, I call her frosty. She's another part of Eve, it's like two people sharing the same body.
The both of us have been going around, As what you midguardians would call A "vigilante"
We use our powers to help people.
My life was fine.
Everything was going fine, until the day of the shooting.