Stiles Odinson, younger brother to Thor and Loki, has always been protected by his brothers and mother. His Father always wanted Stiles to be a strong Warrior like himself.
What happens when Stiles has to intervene in one of his Brothers' infamous...
Wanda's eyebrows raise in surprise as she looks at the woman in front of her. "You're his mother?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Frigga answers. She raises her hand and with a single wave, herself and Wanda swap places. With Frigga now in front of the door.
Wanda is shocked for a second before steeling herself and firing a blast of magic at Frigga. Once again Frigga raises her hand and the magic dissipates.
"H-how?" Asks Wanda
"Simple, in your current state and due to your surroundings. I am a lot more powerful than you. Now, please exit my sons mind." Frigga tells her. With a flick of a finger, Wanda gets blasted towards the adjacent wall.
Frigga walks towards the door and goes to open it, but stops and turns back to Wanda. "You and my son will be a powerful pair in the future." She whispers but the echo carries across the hall and makes it to Wanda's ears. Before she can question it the door opens and all of Wanda's movement and struggles stop.
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The Aether flows around the room, illuminating every corner with a crimson red. Frigga, seemingly unaffected, waltzes into the room and turns to close the door. With one last glance to Wanda she offers a slight smile before slamming the doors closed.
As she does Wanda rockets out of Stiles' mind. Opening her eyes she sees she is in Pietros arms and around 50 feet away from Stiles' unconscious body. "Are you okay?" Pietro questions, eyes blazed with worry.
"Wh-what happened?" Questions Wanda.
"You were trapsing around his mind when all of a sudden you froze and your magic stopped. Then you were just sent flying away." Pietro explains. Wands shakily nods before slowly slipping away into unconsciousness. Pietro, with one last questionable look towards Stiles, runs off with Wanda in his arms.
"Id... kid... cmon kid wake up. STILES!"
Stiles shoots awake and looks around, he is still outside the quinjet only this time Clint is kneeling in front of him while the rest of the team get comfy on the quinjet.
Stiles sighs and throws his head back. "What did I miss."
Clint looks hesitant and slightly glances back at Bruce's shaking figure. "Too much, come on. We gotta get somewhere safe."
The quinjet rides through the sky while the avengers on board are going through a lot. Stiles sits near the front with Clint while Tony talks to Maria and Kira over call, the rest of the team are in the back getting there heads straight.
Clint glances back at Thor before looking back into the night, "Is he going to be okay?" He asks Stiles.
Stiles looks back and sighs at his brothers pacing. "I hope so, my only wish is that he allows me to help instead of keeping it too himself." Clint nods in understanding. Tony chooses this time to end the call with Maria and walk up to the front.
