"Well, that hurt." "Good." Her eyes welled up with oncoming tears, cheeks turning crimson, gripping the shaft of her sword tightly. His green eyes met her stormy gray ones. Both too stubborn to look away, even though just the sight of each other made it painful. He was the first one to turn away. 'Tony was right,' she thought. Both were bleeding. In pain. Physically. Emotionally. Everyone warned her, but did she listen? Of course not. She blamed her stubbornness on her brother, Tony Stark. - Astrid Stark, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s valuable asset, a Stark, and certainly designed to despise the enemy. She thought that this was gonna be like any other mission; capture the bad guy, and maybe torture, then throw them in a prison cell to rot. It was all going great until Asta was the one captured. It was a domino effect. a/n ➳ This story begins in The Avengers. Also this book includes cursing and the mention of drugs.