It's been about five months since the funeral. I've gotten used to the others- for the most part- Thor can be pretty loud when we run out of pop-tarts. And lord forbid we tell him no.
Anyway, it's actually pretty cool here. I have my own room, decorated just how I like it. I walk over to my Victorian style dresser, and pick up one of my crystals. They're all from earth, we aren't allowed to have any 'advanced' objects in our rooms. I wish we could, I've heard that one of the other realms have these clear crystals, and if you say something near them, they'll repeat it, and they change to that persons favorite color. I'd give up all my crystals for just one of those.
After I finish meditating, I go down to the main room to see what the plan is for today. Right as I walk in, Fury changes what's on the big screen. I only got a glance of it, but I saw a face.
"Who was that?" I ask everyone, and they awkwardly look around. "What?"
"That was the man who caused what happened at New York." Bruce says slowly, watching for my reaction. When he sees I don't break down, he continues. "He was in the best prison we know, but... he got out. And we don't know where he is."
Silence.
"Oh."
"And we have to find him. Soon. He may be crazed, but he is my brother." Thor booms, I crossing his arms.
Damn, it must suck to be related to him.
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Loki's sister
FanfictionAfter the alien attack on New York, Fenna is left orphaned. Soon she finds out more about her ancestry then she was ever meant to. With her world turned upside down, will she stay the same, or will she follow in her fathers footsteps?
