Logan's POV

This isn't bloody getting us anywhere. Staring down at all the bickering and endless quarrelling foregoing between them all, I snort at the immaturity of their behaviour, ignoring any jabs made my way.

Deciding three hours is enough for me, I scoff one final time and make my way towards the couch, stepping over the debris and rubble from Von Doom's attacks as well as from the arguments spurring from before, and quite contently seat myself in the centre of the couch. My hand manages to find the remote and I switch the TV on, scrolling through various channels of garbage reality TV and these stupid.... What are they called? Kardashians? Hank once called them the Kardtrashians and all I could do to not hit him was roll my eyes and turn away.

Well, this is interesting.

My head tilts in the direction of the fussing behind me. "Hey I don't mean to interrupt your lovely counselling session; truly, I know you love talking about your feelings while handing around the talking stick, but you may want to take a look at this."

When no one hears me, I growl and turn up the volume of the TV to its max, which – thanks to Stark – is really really loud.

"The past hour here at Queens on 34th Avenue has been far more eventful than your typical hostage situation. It was discovered that two mutants were holding five citizens hostage to get to the controversial Nightingale. As they planned, she had in fact turned up to the crime scene but got the better hand of them with the aid of New York's web-shooting vigilante Spider-man. Now, the two are facing off against yet another foe, again a mutant, known as Mystique, who has in fact been associated with past mutant catastrophe's involving the notorious Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier. We'll hand you over to Annalise who is currently at the scene."

The TV flashes to an aerial view from a helicopter of a giant hole in the wall of a high school, and within the exposed room I can see sunshine fighting side by side with the wall-crawler while Raven – Mystique – seems to be holding them off quite miraculously, but barely.

"Thank you Mike. As you can see, Miss Nightshade has appeared to have yet again changed her ways no matter the controversy the government has been discussing over her guilt and is proceeding to aid Spider-man in his struggle against this Mystique. We cannot fly the helicopter any closer due to the elemental hazards that continue to fly through the air caused by the Nightingale as well as her... colourful warnings to us on how close we're allowed to be."

I guffaw. "Sounds like her."

"I've heard about her, saw her on the news a few times," Oliver Queen feels the need to inform us, referring to Raven "didn't she save President Nixon quite a few years back? 1973?"

I nod but don't veer my eyes from the TV screen. "Yeah, I went back in time and everything to save this damn planet. Unfortunately, when she did save the President, I was already impaled with metal wiring and thrown into the Potomac River."

"I'm sorry, you were what?" Felicity inquires.

"That sounds like it was fun," Storm dryly grins, earning an elbow to the gut by his older sister.

"I don't mean to alarm anyone, but shouldn't we be helping her?" Barton points out, but I can't help but stare at his swollen purple nose. Rogers really did a number on him, who knew Captain America could slam a door so hard it can break an assassin's nose?

I sigh exasperatedly. "It's just Mystique. She's good, but doesn't need an entire three teams of super heroes after her. I got her."

Cracking a knuckle on my way out, I can already hear the patter of footsteps meeting my side, not needing to glimpse to the left to know the owner of said footsteps. "I thought you were sulking in the corner about your girlfriend's little blow up?"

He presses the elevator button, and the two of us step in. "She's not my girlfriend," he corrects defensively, yet not rudely.

I snort yet again. "Yeah, okay, so just friends with wonderful benefits?"

He appears mortified but more so uncomfortable at the accusation. "I—I don't know what you're referring to—"

"So you didn't try to eat each other's faces off beforehand on sunshine's bed?" I ask smugly.

His eyes widen. "How do you know –..... Stark."

I chuckle as the doors open to the garage, making my way to a SHIELD motor cycle. "Your billionaire has no respect for privacy. I tried looking away, I really did, but.... Those sounds will forever haunt my ears."

Red tinges his cheeks; I can very well see it from here. It even goes to the length of tinging the tips of his ears. He stumbles with his motor cycle, awkwardly clearing his throat while straddling it. "I may just have a few words with Stark when I get back, if Lilly hasn't killed him by then."

I smirk, straddling a SHIELD cycle. "So you're gonna tell her?"

He returns my smirk with one of his own. "Have you seen her blow up at Stark? I would be a mad man to pass an opportunity like this." Our engines roar to life, and within seconds, tire marks stain the cool concrete floor of the garage as it slowly disappears behind us.

******

Lillian's POV

This bitch has ruined the colour blue for me.

So, turns out she had her own little squadron of power puff girls to back her up, one red head not only looking dumb, but acting the part too. Oh, and she doesn't even have any freckles! What person on this planet has fire engine red hair but no damn freckles? No, that came from a bottle bitch, you're not fooling anybody.

She's been talking nonstop, and I know there's a reason behind it. I've been feeding off every bit of information she's given me. Did you know this damn Amos has eyes freaking everywhere? Spies! Spies galore! Who knows how much he knows?

The Spandex spider has his hands full, taking care of Mystique's clique of mutants that decided to play peek-a-boo and pop out of nowhere, while I am quite happily taking her on myself. Not that it isn't taxing.

Especially when she does this.

Her entire body goes blue for a moment, followed by her once again changing her form. To me. "I like wearing you, your skin colour is to die for." Other me says, darkly smirking at me with a sinister glint her eyes. "It's like putting on a new outfit. I'll wear it nonstop for a while then most likely grow tired of it."

I tap my foot to slyly she doesn't notice, and ice forms beneath her, so when she tries to act all cliché villain like and tread towards me, she loses her footing beneath her but unfortunately just flips back on the teacher's desk.

I don't allow her the luxury to taunt me again, and we find ourselves in a blurred fist fight, flexible legs stretching up to try and kick jaws, elbows jamming into guts, swift punches being thrown in unguarded areas of the abdomen or body. It's like I'm fighting Tasha or something.

She jumps off, cartwheeling to the other side of the room and changing her form again. And may I say she's getting better and better.

My breath hitches at the new form, even though I know it's not real. Poisonous green eyes pin me to the spot, the slicked back charcoal hair neatly tucked behind his—her ears. Her ivory skin accompanied by the hair is like the bright moon up against the black canvas of the night sky, but those sickly emerald eyes always find a way to make my knees tremble.

"Why daughter, that's no way to treat your father," Mystique provokes, wearing my father's appearance like an expensive fur coat.

My smirk wavers. "Even if you really were my dad, I would still treat you the same. In fact, I would probably treat you worse."

She chuckles; my father's laugh rolling from her lips quite wickedly, an exact replica of his own. "You know, it's fun watching you dad chained to a wall. Erik sometimes gets to toy with the metal chains, you know.... Choke him up a bit. I have the honour to watch occasionally. Everyone is just bustling to get in line for a chance to throw a punch at the God who tried to take over our planet."

My heart thumps like a stampede of elephants in my chest, my eyes narrowing to slits onto her. "They all sound like a bunch of hypocrites to me, ridiculing a man who wanted to conquer the planet when the majority of criminals strive for the same goal."

My father's face contorts in amused mock-shock at me. "Are you defending your poor daddy? Sticking up for the man who left you here all these years? Never once claiming you to be his daughter?"

My teeth grit together firmer than vices. "And how, pray tell, do you know all of that?"

Her shiver-inducing cackle sounds identical to my father, yet unlike the twisted smirk from before, the laugh wasn't an exact replica. I would know, he did haunt my dreams for a few years, and I will not admit that I enjoyed those lovely father-daughter moments.... No matter how lovely they really were.

F  L  A  S  H    B  A  C  K

Sleeping in one world, and waking up in another.... Does that mean that I don't actually sleep? Do I just wake up again in another dimension? In another form? Asleep but.... Not really?

Dad always said questions like that are good for the curious mind, that I should always be questioning things, but to make sure I question the right people. Sometimes questioning the wrong people can be dangerous, and can get me in trouble. Dad is always right, and always saying stuff like that.

Breathing in a beautiful breath of air – even though this is all in my head (most likely) – I giddily skip around the lily pond, staring out at the never ending plains of white roses. I always wondered why my mental resort was this place. One small grass clearing, surrounded by fields upon fields of white roses, as far as the eye can see. The glass clearing itself is quite bare, only containing the lily pond, the massive willow tree and the wooden park bench.

"I was wondering when my little nightingale would fall asleep."

My ditzy giggle fills the air, and I find myself running and jumping into my father's arms as he swings me around with the happiest smile on his face, crinkles forming from the width of his grin. Placing me down carefully after a couple more spins, he kneels down to meet me at eye level, playfully teasing "I heard it was a very special day today. I just can't seem to remember why..." his finger taps his chin in feigned thought, and I push him half-heartedly in frustration.

"I turned four!" I hold four fingers out to him to emphasise my point, and he gasps in wonder.

"Four! Oh! You're such a big girl now. What am I going to do with you! You're going to be running off and marrying soon—"

My face scrunches up in disgust as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, locking my hands together and declaring "I'm never getting married! I'm never falling in love! Love is icky and for babies."

Dad merely chuckles at me in amusement, lifting me from the ground and seating us both on the bench, heartily holding me in his lap. "Now, you would be surprised little one. I once thought the same thing. I even thought that every one of you Midgardians were stinky, dreadful little things," he tickles my sides towards the end, causing more giggles to erupt from my mouth, but he soon enough stops, turning back to the serious conversation at hand "but then I met your mother. Truly, she was the fairest Midgardian I had ever laid eyes on, even fairer than the Asgardians I have come to know. Others may not share my view, but that is my view and forever shall be my view, because love can be blinding as well as clear as day. You won't recognise it at first, but trust me little nightingale, once you do, nothing shall ever be so clear again."

I shrug off his words. "I won't fall in love! You watch! I'm going to grow all big and strong and then save people from bad guys. And after all that, I'm going to come to Asgard and live with you!"

He chuckles airily at my words, which I find quite confusing. "Very well little one, as you say."

The time that passes feels as long as an hour, even though a good seven have passed. He tells me stories, we play games, we even went swimming! The pond is deep enough for me to swim, and my dad can only touch the ground if he puts his head under.

Then, the time comes when I have to fall asleep in this world, and once again, awake in the other.

"Are you ready my troublesome little nightingale?" He asks, but I pout, shaking my head.

"I don't want to go back. It's boring back there! I want to stay in this dream forever."

He chuckles tiredly. "You think this to be a dream little one? If only it were that simple," he sighs, glancing away then back to me "I almost forgot."

I peer at him cautiously, watching him move as he pulls a small golden box that reminds me of a fancy looking shoe box except slimmer from his garments, a delicate and precise white ribbon bow holding it together. He beams benevolently at me "Happy birthday little nightingale."

I squeal, reaching for the box and ripping the ribbon from it, my father looking on and laughing the entire time. When I pry it open, I gasp at it. An exquisitely carved golden hilted dagger stares back at me, the silver coloured blade winking at me in the light, the gemstone at the hilt swirling with different assortments of blue as if it's alive.

"I got my first dagger when I was six, but you're all alone without a mother or father at your side, and I won't always be here to protect you, so with much reluctance I gift you with my prized dagger. I was hesitant at first at the prospect, but you are much more mature than I when I first got my dagger, even if you refuse to admit it," He tells me, but I've almost blurred the words out completely in my ecstasy.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!" I peep, jumping up and throwing my arms around his neck without tipping the box to the side.

His laugh chimes in my ear, his hands holding me up sturdily for a few more moments before carrying me towards the bench, setting me down beside him as I snuggle into his shoulder with my untamed brown hair sticking out wherever is can, the dagger carefully yet firmly in my grip.

"Ready?"

I nod, failing to repress the yawn from my mouth.

My eyes remain on the dagger, entranced by the hypnotic swirling blue hilt as his words softly sing the poem to me "What sings sweeter than the cherry blossom trees? And glides lighter than the summer morning breeze? An elegant dance done in the beauty of the sky, ne'er has a critter ever whisked so high. What flitters faster than a bullet through the air? Yet darts and sweeps quicker than the frightened hare? What siren cheats the inevitability of death? By enchanting and charming til' it gains another breath? Who masks an identity like an eternal veil? Who else, but the troublesome Nightingale?"

My eyelids fall dreary half way through, and by the time the last syllable falls from his lips, they have closed completely. The last words that drift into my ear surprisingly warm my heart yet crack it at the same time.

"I love you so much little one. I'm sorry for what the future has in stall."

I wake up.

F  L  A  S  H    B  A  C  K    O  V  E  R

"Your father is weak. He'll submit even with the slightest amount of pressure applied to the right soft spot. Of course, you knew that though, didn't you?"

I snarl at Mystique, throwing my hand out and sending a blaring torrent of fire towards her, but she's faster than I give her credit for. She jumps and twirls out of the way, yet doesn't throw a strike of her own, not even going to the lengths of advancing on me.

I know what game she is playing. She's trying to fight a verbal battle over a physical one, guessing that she can't physically take me on, no matter how high her martial arts skills are. What's even better, she's toying with my emotions, drawing rage and anger out of me to blind me. Stupid sentiment, those super heroes just had to turn me so damn soft didn't they?  I won't let her best me. Oh no, I have something better in stall. After all, this Nightingale knows everyone's secrets. Well, not Amos, but you get the general picture.

"You know Raven, I know Charles, and I've met Erik once. It was one night in a bar.... I seem to recollect having a drink or two with Charles over a matter.... Oh and Erik? He was in corner somewhere, eating some drunken whore's face off. He was very drunk. I can't seem to remember how he got that way.... But I hope that doesn't bother you because, well, you still have feelings for him... right?"

My father's borrowed face twitches and fumes before me, but she doesn't relent so easily. I predicted what came next, even though I prayed it wouldn't.

Momentarily flashing blue again, my chest twinges at the new face gazing back at me. Her blonde waves blown back by the small daft blowing through the hole in the wall, her silver-blue eyes narrowed down on me like a hawk eyeballing its prey, and her pink lips are pulled up into a taunting snarl. I flinch back, but show no more emotion than that. I will not let her have the upper hand.

Ally's head cocks to the side. "You alright Lilly? You look like you've seen a ghost."

My smirk is faint. "A ghost would be much more welcome at this stage; I'd probably have Sam and Dean Winchester by my side, salting the damn son of a gun."

She appears confused, pausing briefly to side eye me. I wave her off nonchalantly "Don't worry about it; some idgits just don't understand the family business."

Shaking off her confusion, we circle each other, the only sound reaching our ears owned by the New York traffic and the NYPD relentlessly attempting to quell the commotion outside the building.

She sneers. "And what do you know about families? Your's has been completely broken since the day you came into this world. You father hates you, you're mother dies giving birth to you, so you're the one to blame for her death, then there's your uncle and second father. Do you really think Thor loves you? Or is he obeying the 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' rule? He's scared of you Lillian. Scared that you'll turn into his adoptive brother, that's why he 'accepted' you," she uses the finger quotation marks "same goes for Fury. You're a threat, and that's all he worries about, threats that could turn at any given second. You're no daughter to him. Oh, and who could forget me?"

She stops her circling, leaning against the teacher's desk with her arms crossed and innocence feigned on her face. "I'm the one person you lean on, the one person you can resort to when all else goes to shit. I'm practically a sister to you, and I'm dead, because of you."

She growls, but pretends to cry in attempts to drag the guilt out of me and dammit.... It may be working. "I'm dead Lillian! Dead because you dragged me into this whole HYDRA mess!" Fragments of her face turn purple and bruised, blood and gashes appearing along sections of her body. My head turns away; eyes almost sewed shut as I try to block her out, to no avail.

"I could have been happily adopted back at that orphanage! But no, I had to stick with you and save your sorry ass. I could have had a normal life! A family! Not some broken team of super heroes you now claim to be your own! You ruined my life for your own selfish desires, and because you just couldn't keep your hands off the pretty blonde soldier. I hate you."

Dark, ominous clouds swirl above New York's sky like a Reaper on judgment day, even Mystique spares a slightly startled glance towards it. My hands clench and unclench, but I don't act. That's what she wants.

Nonetheless, the clouds grow darker and darker, the air growing even crispier than it already is. Chills run down my spine, but the cold doesn't bother me, it never has and it never will.

I smirk maliciously. "You may hate me and that may hurt me, but that can't hurt as much as you missing Charles."

She recoils.

I bite my lip before I continue. "Don't you feel the guilt? You did after all, chose Erik over him, all because you loved Erik. He threw that back in your face though, and you had absolutely no one to turn to. You betrayed your own brother. You and Charles grew up together, and you threw all his love and all of your treasured memories back in his face when you chose the man that put him in that wheelchair over him. Do you know how much that hurt him? The sting of betray and defeat? You must feel guilty for that, because mutants have feelings too, don't they?"

She yells at me, jumping forward and throwing a punch. I swing under, leaning forward when I weave, lifting my leg up behind me and allowing my flexibility to kick her smack in the face. The entire fight is obscured, a foggy blur, rage filling both of our bodies as blood splatters and bones crack. I can feel my left wrist slightly fracture when I land a hit on her wrong as she tries to evade, but by that stage I've already broken her right arm at the elbow.

We pull away from each other, Ally appearing even more battered and bruised than before. My heart cracks more than my wrist at the sight.

"This evidently isn't working as much as I wanted it to," she blandly states, and once again, she changes. She goes blue one last time for a few seconds, before borrowing quite possibly the worst face yet.

And we all know who I'm referring to.

Steve smirks mischievously, a foreign display that doesn't sit well on his handsome face. "What's the matter baby? Your wrist looks slightly swollen. Want me to kiss is better?"

That's a whole new level of creepy, and that is not a Steve Rogers smile. That smile is about as real as Nicki Minaj's ass.

Ya, it's that unconvincing.

Still, this face makes me pause more than the others have, and the temperature begins to free fall all around me. Steve pouts, his head hilted down but his eyes looking up with eyebrows partially raised, a seductive twinkle in his eyes. Oh she's good.

He takes small steps forward, a provocative tone switched on as he says "Let's go back to the tower. Maybe we can have another moment alone in your room.... Tie Barton to a chair before he gets the chance to interrupt us again."

HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT!?!?!

My steps falter backwards, Ste—Mystique getting closer and closer until my back collides with the wall. I can't see anything beyond her now she's so close. My eyes flicker in a flurry back and forth, bullets of sweat pelting down my forehead. This isn't like me, I don't freeze up in the middle of a fight, people don't catch me off guard like this. What the hell is happening to me?

Her hand leans against the wall besides my head, and right now, Steve doesn't look like Steve, he looks like Johnny wearing the Captain America uniform. The seductiveness.... It's Johnny, but in Steve's body..... Oh for crying out loud, can we all just agree they look the bloody same? It's like they're the freaking same person, split into two halves. A gentlemen and a playboy. Like Harvey Dent aka Two-Face, except not merged in one person.

Abruptly, he's yanked back by the hair, a punch thrown at his throat. Spluttering, she scrambles on the floor, stumbling to get up. The two of us glance towards the person who threw the punch, to find one Steven Rogers furiously steaming at Mystique.

This is the time for me to yell 'My knight in shining armour! Sweep me off my feet and carry me off into the sunset!'.

Yeah, this is me, remember?

"What the bloody hell took you so long!! Avenger's tower is like a ten minute drive from here!!! What, did you stop for drive thru? Did you at least get me a Happy meal from McDonald's?"

He sighs. "There was a lot of traffic."

I snort, temporarily looking away and muttering under my breath "Doesn't even get me a damn Happy meal. What kind of a boyfriend doesn't get his girlfriend a Happy meal?"

When I glance back, the two Steves are fist fighting each other almost identically. How does she have super soldier military training? I look on completely perplexed, not sure who to hit. That's when I notice the weather.

It's now snowing outside, and even though it's winter, today was supposed to be around 2°C (A/N: I'm Australian, so it's Celsius, sorry). That's not cold enough to make it snow, it has to be at least -9.4°C for it to snow. I'm losing my touch, allowing emotions to cloud my judgment.

The two break apart, both spinning to me for help.

Oh crap.

"Don't listen to anything she says Lilly," Steve 1 says on the right, referring to Steve 2 on the left, who appears equally as strained and anxious.

"Don't you see she's trying to confuse you Lilly? You can't believe after everything we've been through that I'm the fake Steve," Steve 2 exasperates, throwing Steve one a glare.

Steve 1 returns a glare identical to Steve 2. "Lilly, I know your favourite hobby is breaking noses."

I narrow my gaze on Steve 2, to which he exhaustedly replies "I know that the reason you have that faint burn scar is because of a warlock."

Does Amos let me have no privacy? I don't even want to know how he knows all this about me. Stupid spies.

"Lilly please," Steve 1 pleads, something cracking in his voice when he does so.

"Lilly," Steve 2 is just as persistent, his voice shaky and heartbroken.

Does God hate me? Do the Gods hate me? I knew my father had it in for me.

Glancing between the two, I determine who is who with one sentence.

"God bless America."

There's a pause.

"I didn't even sneeze!"

I shoot Steve 1 backwards in a flurry of ice, the real Steve staring back at me with assurance, absolutely relieved I made the right choice. Mystique changes back into her true form as she staggers up, glaring daggers at the two of us. "Well aren't you two an adorable couple. You're just lucky that—"

A web ties her legs together, pulling her backwards with a controlled amount of force. On the way down, a bare fist connects with her face and knocks her out cold. Steve and I stare up at the two, Spider-man and Logan eyeballing the unconscious mutant on the floor.

Logan grunts. "I've been wanting to do that for a very long time."

Spider-man lifts his hand up for a high five towards Logan, but Logan stares at the hand with a raised eyebrow and a face that clearly suggests 'yeah I'm not touching that'. He slowly drops it, rubbing his neck sheepishly and looking away.

I suddenly feel arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me from the ground and spinning me to face him. His lips meet my forehead, his grip around my waist and back tightening. With his lips still pressed against my forehead, he asks "Are you alright ma'am?"

I snort, laughing against his spandex chest and trying not to slice him with the razors on my wrists. "Ma'am? My God Steve, I'm not that old."

His chest heaves up and down as he laughs, and he reluctantly pulls away when Logan awkwardly coughs to remind us of the extra two in the room. I glimpse to him, and he holds up my phone, saying "Don't mean to break up your heart-warming reunion but a) we need to take her into SHIELD and b) you have a very urgent text on your phone which you left behind at the tower."

"Right, thanks," I reply almost wistfully, my fingers lingering on Steve's chest and throwing him a longing look before striding towards Logan, pegging a small glare at him. He smirks knowingly, winking and throwing Mystique over his shoulders as if she was as light a sack of potatoes.

Scrolling through my phone, I find one message from an unexpected friend:

RB: Hey Lillian, long time no see ;) Yeah uh, I will find a way to get into that damn alternate dimension of yours if you don't freaking turn up to this dinner. We've planned this for months woman! Get your ass down here before I drag it down and trust me, I will do it.

I chuckle. "The drama and threats never end. I've got somewhere to be."

Steve appears startled. "We just took down a mutant and Fury will no doubt want to question you about everything that transpired today. You can't just—"

I wave him off. "Fury knows, he suggested it. It's kind of important anyway."

He almost looks hurt, but more so concerned. "Lilly—"

"I just need my space Steve," I tell him, a little bit firmer than I anticipated. What this fight taught me today, is that I am too sentimental. My enemies are using all of that against me, and I can't allow that to happen. What if they hurt Steve to get to me? Or Fury? Or Thor? Does Fury really love me? Do any of them? Or are they only keeping me close because I'm a potential threat? Mystique's words really hit me hard, not in a way that makes me weak, but they did give me a good reality slap. I need walls not to protect me, but to protect those around me. God dammit though, they've made me too soft. It's not as easy as people make it out to be.

Borrowing one last look from all three of them, I lightly jog out of the music room, too many emotions swarming inside of me like a hurricane.

I don't even notice the snowing outside has turned into a soft blizzard.

******

My feet ring inside of the concrete hallway, the clicking of my boots reverberating along the walls of the corridor. Emotions emotions emotions. Stupid damn emotions. Can't let them control me so, they should be a part time thing, not a stupid full time vulnerability.

I slam the door open to a spacious room, eyeing the participants in it. Groaning, I storm to the couch, jumping and plopping face down into it, screaming into the pillow in frustration. Laughs and snickers can be heard from the others members of the room, when I hear one voice speak up "Someone's in a bad mood. I know what can fix it as well.... shopping!!!"

I roll off the couch, slumping into the floor and groaning even louder. The girl who said it giggles as I reply "I swear Elinora, if you bloody well suggest shopping one more damn time I will throw myself from this building."

Jade snorts in agreement at the large dining table besides Becca, chiming in "That's what I've been telling her for the past half an hour. Does she listen? No."

Stella ignores the conversation at hand, placing her cards down on the table with Chase, Jordan and Lucas. "What's up Lilly?"

I huff. "Bad day in my world."

"I've been having my streak of bad days lately," my friend Flairess Ninetales pops up from the corner, slightly glum from the admission.

"Come on guys, I'm blind and being stalked by an invisible God, let's just try to have fun here while we can," another member of the room – Andrea Holmes – pipes up.

And I guess she's right. Now, I shouldn't worry about everything and everyone back at the tower. I need time off, away from Amos, away from the super heroes, and even a little time away from Steve. I haven't been myself as of late, and would appreciate people who understand to some degree what I'm going through.

So I will sit here and have fun. I will spend some time enjoying myself with my best friends from alternate dimensions; Andrea Holmes, Flairess Ninetales, Talia Redfern, Jade Leiton, Violet Stirling, Rebecca Banner, Thena Odinson, the Four Horsemen, Violet Vulture and Elinora Fury.

Assassin demi gods can be normal too, right?

Sorry I haven't update in two weeks, but as you can see, this is a lonnngggggggg chapter. I'm currently in a rush to go somewhere though so I'll make this quick.

I want to start to know more about you guys so I'll be doing QOTD. I just like talking to you guys even though I sometimes don't have the time, and you guys are honestly the best so, here's my first QOTD.

QOTD: Favourite super hero? (Marvel or DC)

Btw, those characters at the end don't all belong to me, so here are the characters and their owners:

Thena Odinson                 ThenaOdinson

Andrea Holmes                 LadyHiddlesLoki

Rebecca Banner                Me

Flairess Ninetales             Pokefreak16

Jade Leiton                        Purpleshadow14

Four Horsmen                   Me

Talia Redfern                     Me

Lillian Nightshade             Me

Violet Vulture                    ThenaOdinson

Elinora Fury                        MarvelDc_15

Violet Stirling                     kristybauer7

Thanks for reading and that's all for now, bye! :) xxx