No one else noticed, so I just made a mental note. It's been a couple of days since then, and things have been pretty peaceful. The guys went out for shawarma, so it's just Natasha and I. I'm working on a new painting and she's practicing some punches when she pauses and looks over at me.
"Can I ask you something?" She says while wiping the sweat off her forehead.
"Sure."
"Why did your parents name you Fenna?"
I put my paintbrush down, and look over at her.
"Well, my mother told me that it means peace." I chuckle." And my father said it was that or Marie."
She nods, and then asks me where I learned how to fight.
"Well, I guess I'm self taught. I mean, I've never taken classes on fighting, I just sorta... know. Ya' know?"
"Show me." She faces me.
"I'd rather not. I don't really like fighting."
She shrugs, and then tries to hit the back of my head, but I grab her arm and spin her so her back is to me.
"Good show." She nods.
I sit back down, and work on my painting. I freeze.
"Uh, Tasha? Do you see this?" I say, pointing to where my brush was.
It's a wand, with a pale cream rod, blue detailing, and a dark, almost raspberry colored crystal.
"I'll call the guys. Don't touch it." She grabs her phone and leaves the room.
Looking at the crystal, I remember something.
I've seen this before. This was my mothers.
I gently touch the crystal, and flinch back when it shocks me. It turned back into my brush.
Uh-oh.
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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?
