*January 1st, New Year's Eve, 12:00 2016*
I wonder why Loki wanted to meet me in a warehouse to pick me up. "Father? Father?! Where for art thou Father?" I said. This was our joke, I had shown him Romeo and Juliet one day, and he took a special liking to it. So he calls me Juliet and whenever I say those words I start speaking like an Asguardian. I have no idea why, it might've been a spell Loki put on me while I was sleeping but, it's whatever, because I have a super cool accent now.
There was no answer. "Father? You are starting frighten me." I said with still no answer. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders. "Father! If this is one of your twisted jokes I suggest you stop it now!" I said, my breathing rapid. "It's no joke, Juliet." I heard someone who was not my father say. I sniffed the air, recognizing the stench from Loki's old scepter. I turned and closed trying to find where the smell came from. From the scent, my brain created an image of a hand with two purple thumbs hiding the scepter, but that's all I got. I opened my eyes. Looking up at, an alien. I read his mind, searching for a name. Thanos. I squinted, cocking my head.
"You're ugly!"
