Asgardian Goddess of Beauty and Battle (Book 1) *Currently Under Editing*

CHAPTER 12

I had arrived at the helicarrier and was kept in the same room I was in before. After three days of Fury taking the precautions of ensuring my mind was no longer controlled, I was realised.

However, things were going to be different. Fury had moved Shelly, James, and I to a remote area. A house was set upon acreage that was surrounded by many trees, protecting us from the outside world and prying eyes. It was a decent house, far better than the apartment and expenses would be paid by S.H.E.I.L.D for a while, which eased a lot of stress from Shelly's shoulders. We were also granted our freedom as press and protection agencies would want us tracked down. Fury wanted to ensure we weren't swamped with their stress and bothersome behavior.

I wasn't going to return to Central Park for a few months, and until then, I would focus on James and building trust with Shelly.

We were all sitting around the square, dark oak table. We were all fresh and clean from our showers and were eating steak and salad with fries on the side. Shelly hadn't built her full trust over me yet. I didn't blame her with the while battle that had happened a couple of weeks ago, but she needn't be so untrusting towards me.

Shelly stared at me while I stabbed a few fries onto my fork. I bit into their soft texture and looked up at Shelly.

I had a look of wonder. 'So, where are all the Avengers hiding?'

I looked down to my salad and forked lettuce and tomato, shrugging at Shelly's question. 'After Thor and Loki went back to Asgard we app parted ways and haven't really heard from each other since. Fury would like to keep it that way. Much like we are living now. It's best that they aren't swarmed with press and protections agencies.'

I stuffed my mouth with the salad as Shelly frowned. 'What if we need then again? What if Loki comes back, or someone else?'

I chewed at the lettuce, crunching indicating that I was eating.

I swung my fork in the air as I explained. 'Loki should not be returning. He will be prisoned on Asgard for however long they decide. It will be a hefty price to pay for what he had done that's for sure. And as for anyone else, well I guess the Avengers may just have to assemble once again, but I doubt that will be happening any time soon.'

I had said that in an attempt to comfort and assure James who sat at my right, looking between Shelly and I as we discussed a topic that a 10 year old should not ever hear. I couldn't speak for the future that's for sure, but I knew we weren't going to be under attack in a month's time.

Shelly brought her mouth to the side in thought. 'Hmm, I guess, but you never know Rosalie.' She paused in thought for a moment. 'Why did Loki attack New York anyway?'

I looked up at her in a but of shock. I thought everyone would have seen what he was trying to accomoish.

I answered her anyway, allowing James to know and hear a little advice from me. 'Loki wanted to show the world that we needed to be ruled. He wanted to be King and he was applying his power in an evil way.' I looked over at James who had rested his utensils on his plate and looked at me to listen. 'There is evil and cruelness in the galaxy. Sometimes people aren't shown the love and support they need at a young age, others appearing favoured over themselves. So, because they feel unheard of and unrecognised, they try to be heard in other ways. And because of that, others pay the price of their actions. Much like Loki, they try to kill and cause destruction in order to make a statement. Once people finally recognise them and obey to their words, they continue to climb the ladder to reach heights that become dangerous. They seem to think what they do is right and just, but they are blinded by their mindset, thinking they need to bring others down in order to bring themselves up.' James had a slight confused and horrified look upon his face. 'But, all is not lost. With love and care, they can change. Sometimes it takes a little more than that. Sometimes people need to have lost something in order to know what they had. Everyone can change, and there are some that need a nudge to be on the right tracks.'