Note: Here it is! The big reveal! Thank you all for being so patient in waiting for this; I hope it lives up to the hype. x

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ғɪᴠᴇ: ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ

❝ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ. ❞

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                                 A LIGHT CRINKLE FORMED ON YOUR FOREHEAD AS YOUR BROWS FURROWED AND YOU TOOK DELIBERATE STEPS TOWARD THE ARMOURED GLASS ENCASING THE ASSET.

You had heard so much about this man and the horribly heinous things he'd done – some of those things directly impacting and changing your life forever – but as you stood less than a few feet away from him, staring absorbedly at his rugged appearance and edgy demeanour, you didn't feel repulsed or vengeful – you felt curious. Curious to know more about him, about Hydra, about everything. The vague smirk dancing on his chapped lips told you that he knew exactly what you were feeling, and he was more than prepared to enlighten you.

You eyed him for a few more seconds before swallowing and fixing your gaze with his dense brown eyes.

"From what I've heard about you," you spoke, slowly and devoid of any kind of emotion, "I expected you to be a lot more intimidating. You just look like a action figure who was left at the bottom of the toy box for too long." Your gaze briefly flickered over his worn out exterior.

The assassin let his head tilt back slightly and he let out a short, hoarse laugh before narrowing his eyes and smirking at you. "Funny. I like you."

"Wish I could say the same. But considering that you murdered by parents in cold blood, I think I'll refrain from that."

He sucked on his teeth and winced, letting out a low whistle. "Oooo. There it is. I was wondering how long it would take before you brought that up. Two and a half minutes. Not too bad," he mocked, and you felt your calmness start to falter.

Recognizing that he was just trying to push your buttons, you breathed in deeply and avoided tearing into him, as much as you wanted to. He, on the other hand, took this opportunity to speak again.

"For what it's worth, I didn't want to kill your parents. Not really. But it was a necessary evil. If I hadn't have done it, S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't have taken you in, and you and I wouldn't be having this wonderful conversation right now," he spoke with a smile, as if his words were nothing more than just that. Words.

You swiped your palms downward on your jeans and ran your tongue over your lips, taking another small step forward.

"Right. And would you mind letting me in on why exactly it is that this conversation of ours is so necessary to have? It better be fucking worth it, because I only broke about – oh, seven – rules to get in here, and I reckon we have five minutes before a bunch of agents come bursting through that door. And that's being generous. So I suggest you start talking," you hissed, making him widen his eyes and grin, clearly impressed by your assertiveness.

"Hmph," he murmured before raising his brows and opening his hands, "Alright then. Guess I'll just cut right to the chase."

"Please do," you encouraged, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and folding your arms over your chest, your face portraying expectance.

"Basically, everything that S.H.I.E.L.D has ever told you is a lie. You think that they're keeping you under surveillance and not allowing you to communicate with everyone to ensure your safety? No. They're trying to keep you from finding out the truth. That's why they wouldn't let you come and see me, 'cause they knew that I'd tell you everything."

"So what are they keeping from me?"

He answered without a moment's hesitation, the words spilling from his lips with such ease that it became evident that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"You're a demigod."

You leaned forward with a frown, not sure you had heard him correctly. "I'm a what?"

"A demigod," he repeated, enunciating each syllable slowly and clearly.

There was no room for mistakes; you'd definitely heard him correctly that time.

"Well, if we're being technical, you're a demigoddess. They're these... well, gods that live in the Nine Realms. They have tons of supernatural abilities. The most powerful ones live on Asgard," he rattled off, darting his eyes and tilting his head side to side in a clear display of almost boredom, "They're practically immortal, have unique powers-"

"I know what a demigod is," you interjected, closing your eyes for a second and shaking your head, "But... how could I be one? It's impossible. I'm a mortal."

"Are you, though?" he questioned, and the surety in his voice made your stomach twist, "(Y/N), how much do you really know about how and why you came into this world?"

"What kind of question is that?" you scoffed.

"A very important one, in this case," he said. Noticing your utterly perplexed expression, he sighed. "Oh, come on, gorgeous. You know how unusual your life has been. All the secrecy, all the lies, the constant moving around... you couldn't possibly have thought that was all just part of the job."

"It is part of the job," you argued, forehead creasing as you spoke.

"To an extent, yes," he nodded, arching his brows to indicate that he agreed, "But the level you were on... that shit was way more intense than regular spy stuff. Your family had to take extra precautions, go through additional protocol – all to warrant the insurmountable protection and seclusion you had to endure."

"Are you going to make a point, here?" you huffed, taking a step closer to the glass and frowning at the Hydra assailant on the other side, "Because I have way better things to do than to listen to you run your mouth about how isolated I was while growing up."

His lips twitched into a slight smirk before he continued. "You're special, (Y/N). More so than you could ever imagine. I'm sure that you've picked up on that, and I'm willing to bet everything I have that you've been wracking your brain trying to figure out why it is that everyone seems to be so obsessed with you."

Your gaze flickered away momentarily as his words filtered through your ears. He was absolutely right; from the very first second that you stepped foot on S.H.I.E.L.D property, you had been made top priority – in every sense of the word. Everything anyone said, or did, seemed to be connected to you somehow, and not knowing why had been driving you crazy.

"Look," Grant's voice snapped you out of your trance, "like you said, we don't have much time before the reinforcements show up, so I'm going to try and make this quick."

He cleared his throat for dramatic effect, making you roll your eyes and groan softly.

"I've already told you what you are, (Y/N). Your real name is Skadi, Goddess of Winter and of the Hunt. You're a demigod, and a damn powerful one at that. But your father..." he chuckled, "he was even stronger. Vili, God of Motivation, brother to Odin and Vè, Defender of Asgard, and Protector of the Tesseract – his power was unmatched here on Earth."

The assassin let out a long breath.

"Now, this entire thing's quite complicated, but I assume you know about Snowflake, correct?" You nodded, and he continued. "Its real name is the Tesseract and we don't have the time to go into detail about it, but all you need to know is that a few hundred years ago, during a rather intense battle, it fell from Asgard to Earth. Obviously, as the protector of the cube, Vili descended to Earth, where he then chose to stay. Somewhere along the line, he met your mother, and thus began the slew of lies known as your life here on Earth."

Your mind was racing at this point, your heart was hammering so hard you were afraid it would break out of your chest, and your breathing was fast and shallow. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, you just couldn't. None of it seemed at all possible, and you were struggling to even begin to fathom what the implications would be if everything did prove true.

You remember reading about Vili – and the Tesseract – in your father's journal, but to think that the Norse god in question was your father? The mere thought of it made your head spin.

"You're lying," you said, voice sounding incredibly small and weak.

"Oh, but I'm not," he insisted, leaning forward as much as he could, "and you know it, (Y/N). C'mon. There's a part of you that knows everything I'm saying is true. Just think about it. Demigods have special abilities."

You frowned again, and when he started rattling off all the abilities, you were struck with tiny flashbacks.

"Superhuman strength..."

Having an argument with your parents as a teenager and slamming the armoured SUV car door so hard it came clean off of the hinges. Knocking your rock hard bodyguard to the ground with a single kick. Taking out a group of qualified S.H.I.E.L.D agents all on your own.

"Resistance to physical injury..."

Falling to the floor after a particularly hard hit to the ribs and not feeling anything more than discomfort. Not even having a bruise the next day.

"And of course, the big Kahuna – and an ability unique to you, Goddess of Winter – an incredible resistance to cold."

Twice in your life you had been in situations where you should've died from hypothermia. Once when you were little and once only a few days ago. Both times you survived. And you hadn't felt the least bit cold.

A wave of nausea radiated through your body, as you became light headed. Grabbing onto the edge of the glass cage, you had to press your free hand to the glass to steady yourself and not fall over.

"I can't believe it..." you mumbled, not at all knowing what to think or feel.

"(Y/N), you're exceptionally powerful. You have abilities that people would kill for. And they have."

"They lied to me," you said, although you were speaking more to yourself than to the assassin, "About everything. They told me that they were protecting me but they were just... lying to me. Over and over again."

"They're trying to keep you from realising your potential. You have no idea how strong you could become. Hell, you could take over the world if you wanted to. But they're trying to keep you locked up, away from everyone and everything, and trying to figure out a way to make sure that you never get a taste of that power inside of you. But you can change that. Challenge them. Refuse to be held in here any longer."

The anger you were trying so desperately to keep at bay was erupting, and you felt yourself being filled with more rage than you'd ever experienced before. Rage at everyone. At your father, at The Director, S.H.I.E.L.D, Hydra, the assassin in front of you, Brendon...

With an animalistic growl, you struck the glass, creating a resounding bang that echoed throughout the room before turning around and stalking off to The Director's office, anger practically radiating off of you.

The Asset watched you rush off with a triumphant smile on his lips. His mission was complete.

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