WARNING: Swearing, violence, some strong themes

I cussed as I jolted awake. It took a few moments for me to suppress Castor who was as frantic as I. It was hard to contain her, it was like trying to clutch a hummingbird bent on freedom.

What the hell happened? She cried, I thought sedatives don't work on us.

Magic isn't a sedative genius.

A quick survey of the room accounted for nothing, it was a bare place. The only furnishings were a single bed on which I had been placed and a locked door. The room walls were the same hexagonal shape as they were in SHIELD. It appeared it could be served as an interrogation room or holding cell for powered.

I'm sixteen, I thought to myself as I tried to stop Castor's erratic swearing, I shouldn't be getting abducted by criminals and being possessed.

Most sixteen year olds don't have Steven Hawking cousins and deities as fathers either. Castor retorted.

Are you saying I'm not as smart as my cousin? I feigned mock hurt, trying to distract myself and Castor from the current situation.

I didn't, but in saying so would be complementing you, which is something I'm not supposed to do.

Oh.

Apply water to burn.

I sensed the presence of other beings outside the room, interfering with the mental reach I often unconsciously applied. Attempting to read their minds would be a different thing, I could possibly set off Castor by using my powers in the fragile state of control I did have.

As I was about to take the risk of bursting open the door with power, an armed man came in. He wore dark clothing and a rifle was slung over his shoulder. He looked like the agent that Phil killed.

Phil.

My throat closed up and tears pricked in my eyes.

Phil was gone.

The one person who actually cared about how I felt at SHIELD. Even if he was faking it, his concern was real, to me and kept me sane every day.

My knees buckled and I would've fallen to the floor if the man hadn't caught me. He swore and dragged my limp body through a furnished hallway.

Get yourself together, Castor hissed. Step by step I began to support myself, slowly dabbing away the tears and taking deep breaths. I couldn't let Loki see me like this, I needed to be strong, defiant, not agree to his terms.

What were his terms?

We stood in the elevator, I stood by myself. However the man's gripped on my elbow and it was becoming painful. It was like I was some precious treasure he refused to let go... Or a prisoner getting dragged around the castle. Glass half full am I right?

Awkward elevator music played. Some type of classical orchestra increasing in tempo then suddenly decreasing. Even the agent who was under Loki's control had enough social senses to clear his throat. I sighed through my gritted teeth and began to tap my foot impatiently, my inner sass beginning to return.

The doors opened to the top penthouse of a tower, everything was neatly furnished and extremely modern. It had a distinct Tony flair to it, or maybe that was the large, raised bar, loaded with all sorts of forms of alcohol.

Dad has really outdone himself, Castor noted.

Dad?

Yeah, he's our dad right?

You trust people too easily, I hissed, the memories of Phil still not far from my current thoughts, someone will eventually exploit that, and if I'm going to call him anything it'll be Loki, king of a certain word beginning with a c.

Speak of the Devil. Castor rolled her eyes and muttered.

Across from us Loki stood, swirling his sceptre in his hand. He wore the same clothing that he did on the helicarrier in the cell, although, now it looked cleaner. Was there some form of godly valet dry cleaning service available at Stark Tower? Actually, there probably is, disregard my sarcasm.

"How are you? Enjoy your sleep?" Loki asked, his face cool, a light smirk played on his lips.

"Fine," you usually couldn't portray how pissed you were with one word, but I did a pretty good job. Loki's façade slipped for a moment where he seemed almost guilty. His eyes flashed to the floor to avoid my glare.

He looked back at me, regaining his façade and a flash of amusement spread onto his features. "You're angry,"

"I wonder why," I hissed, my blood beginning to boil. Castor began to seep through the cracks, quietly attempting to regain control.

It struck a nerve though, Loki's eyes flashed with obvious guilt, I was getting better at reading him.

He turned away and looked into the distance where a reddish streak was interrupting the skyline. The famous Tony Stark was on his way. We were at his home after all.

"I can't seem to trust you... Unfortunately. I hope that will not be a problem in the future," Loki smoothly stated, his voice was low, almost inaudible. "To keep you occupied, let's see some things you'd rather forget." He tensed then whirred around a streak of blue light burst forth from his sceptre and threw me backwards against one of the granite walls. I whimpered, my vision dancing, twirling like flipping ballerinas.

Memories began to flash through my closing lids, I writhed with in pain from the attack the sceptre's blast bought. I clenched my eyes shut.

Screaming faces cried in fear, some pointed in horror. My hands glistened with Tesseract light. I floated above them. Their conquerer. A SWAT team ushered the civilians to safety as I rose, grinning menacingly.

"Stand. Down," the Captain of the team cried through a megaphone.

"Never," I cheered childishly, and began to spin like a spinning top, gathering energy in the palms of my hand. It enlarged until I was enveloped in a surging power of Tesseract energy. I stopped but the energy began to grow, enveloping people and crumbling buildings. Screams echoed in my ears as the bubble of energy exploded, sending my vision into a bright light. Distantly, I felt myself fall.

I grabbed the floor in horror, scrambling for a handhold. Loki straightened, his face scrunched into a frown then smoothened, he sauntered outside. "Stay, right there," He grinned.

"Screw you," I gasped clutching at my stomach, the flashbacks taking control again.

We cuddled around a flame; Bruce, my auntie and I. It was a pathetic thing, often spluttering out and causing us having to relight it twice. We were supposed to recreate what I'd insisted on for a long time; a Christmas.

It was one of the few nights that he wasn't home, probably out with his drinking buddies again. So we took the opportunity upon ourselves to celebrate a late Christmas. A small decorated branch stood alone in the corner, tinsel and baubles draped over its shoulders. Bruce was playing a tape which had classical Christmas songs. 'Starry Night' played in the background.

Homemade presents wrapped in newspaper were passed in the feeble light. In his late teens, Bruce received something science-looking, with a wad of cash I knew he would either spend on chemicals or save for his college fund.

Me, I was barely five, yet my auntie had saved a gift for me, a thickly-belted silver bracelet. On it, a single charm. A silver square hanging like a kite, and within it, a circular gem, the colour of the water once the sun had reached nine o'clock at the beach we used to go to.

"This was your mother's," my auntie whispered distantly, "she gave it to you, her little Lunar Castor,"

I didn't object to the nickname instead, I cradled the bracelet in my hands, then after a moment, slipped it on and studied how it danced in the light.

Bruce had given me a Beginner's Science kit, and for him, I had created a simple chain of which I had grown homemade crystal on.

"You probably can't wear it or anything... But, I guess when you see it you can think of me,"

Bruce was very proud, my first experiment, and took it upon himself to lecture me on the formulation of the crystals. Something I paid time to listen to.

In that moment, with the candlelight dancing upon our faces, unwrapped presents within our hands, we were blissful. In that moment, nothing could touch us. Until the car screeched down into the driveway. Auntie Rebecca ran to the closed curtain, peeking a look through the blinds.

"He's in a taxi, he's had a few drinks," Bruce began to hide the candles and I took care of the Christmas tree. Auntie Rebecca shooed us away from the things, taking care of it herself, go to Bruce's room, hide there,"

Bruce pulled me away from Auntie Rebecca, just as he entered. Thundering his drunken cry, Bruce and I took quiet steps up the stairway, when we reached the second floor we scuttled into his rooms like crabs. I slid underneath the bed and Bruce pressed against the door to hear.

It wasn't too hard to make out then shouts and cries and I curled up, cradling my wrist as the crack of a slap resonated through the house.

Tony flew to where the Tesseract was located. He aimed a blast at it but was thrown back. Plan two, it seemed. He then turned to us in his Iron Man suit, the gold and red flashing in the sunlight. Catching all the curves, dints and scratches. He dropped to the landing pad, machinery rotated and unsuited him. His face was stony, glaring down Loki.

I pushed myself up from the floor so I was in a sort of sitting position. I took deep breaths, fighting the chill that overcame me. Castor began to fight for control again. I writhed in pain as memories flashed before my eyes.

"Scared of a little lightning?" She teased and I nodded, clutching my blanket closer to me.

My mother found the reaction amusing. Her face was lit by the pale glow of candlelight due to the random blackouts. She placed the knife carefully on the chopping board and picked me up.

"Don't worry about the skies or the thunder Luna," she whispered like she did when she was about to tell a story. "It is just a man getting angry. He swings his hammer around and around, and people are scared of him. But you shouldn't be," She tapped my nose with a smile and took another few steps towards the open blinds.

"What if the angry man takes me away from you?" I buried my face in her shoulder. She stroked my back and began to play with my hair.

"He won't," she whispered. "I promise,"

Suddenly the memory exploded into white light. I was thrown against a wall next to the bench, a knife grazed my arm and blood seeped from the wound. I began to cry, through my tears I searched the room for my mother. The lightning. It'd split open the house. I blinked away the spots dancing in my eyes. Ringing bells filled my ears and as my senses readjusted.

"Becky," my mum gasped. She'd been thrown away from me, she clutched at her side where a darkness began to spread and leak onto the floor.

"Ma." I whimpered, and reached a trembling hand out for her, curled behind the shattered remains of the kitchen bench. The stench of melting plastic filled my nose and I coughed.

Her face hardened, it was the fiercest I'd ever seen her. "Hide!" She hissed with the biggest force she could manage in her injured state. I opened my mouth to ask why but she waved me back. I flinched away melting into the shelter of the bench.

The lightning flashed again and the shadow of a largely built man stretched across the charred remains of the room. He ran forwards to Mum's side, a red cape swept around his shoulders his clothes glinted like he was wearing metal. He hair was long and blonde.

"July? Where is she?" His voice was dark and urgent.

Mum shook her head, a look of defiance in her eyes. "You'll... Never find her," she gave a short gasp of a laugh.

"You know why she cannot live!" he growled.

"Doesn't mean you need to hurt her," Mum snarled then shuddered and was still except for a slight tremble. The man clenched and took deep breaths,

In a moment of rage, the man grabbed a weird object, it looked like a rectangle on a stick. He raised it above my mother. She glared defiantly into his eyes. The other man let out a bellow of rage and slammed the crippled remains of the table flying through the gaping hole in the wall. My mother stared listlessly off into space like she was deep in though, unfallen tears in her eyes.

The man gave another bellow of rage and slammed the bench. I screeched, large chunks falling around me and littering my body with dust and splinters of broken bench. I clenched my eyes shut my body shuddering in fear. After the pain didn't come I opened my eyes slowly and looked up into the man's eyes. He was breathing heavily, the weird thing in his clenched hand.

The man looked down, casting a quick glance to my mum, she was still. A look in the man's eyes hardened, and he raised the object. I flinched away.

"Thor!" Another voice cried, a flash and the first guy was on the ground. The other man was smaller but leaner. His coat glinted green. He ran to mum, his voice panicky, "Jule? Can you hear me?" His cried increased and his hands brushed delicately over mum. "Please answer me, Jule?"

I inched forwards, crawling, the man was still shaking her.

"Mum?" I asked tentatively, edging closer, my bottom lip trembled when I realised she wasn't moving, "m-m-mum?"

The man whirred around, I gasped and fell backwards onto the floor. The man studied me then suddenly swept me up in a hug.

"It's okay, Becky, it's okay," he whispered.

I didn't ask who he was or question his actions as the events of the night suddenly came crashing down I began to cry into his shoulder, clutching at his shirt. He patted my back, then began to stroke it and played with my hair he walked outside, a full moon hung in the sky, casting the street into a ghostly light. In the distance, sirens sounded.

"I am sorry, my child," Loki whispered softly, "but you cannot remember tonight,"  A green mist filled my vision and the world turned dark.

Thor.

Thor killed my mother.

Rage stirred within the pit of my stomach. My fingertips itched for the power of Castor. Slowly feeling the memory fade away, I readied myself for an attack.

On which side, I wasn't sure.

HULK SMASH!