Lady Haven ― S.Rogers

1, The Bliss of a Memory

PRESENT TIME

All of them were there, standing their ground against the army of aliens surrounding them.

"Guys..." Black Widow said, her eyes glued to the giant black hole in the sky currently spilling evil creatures into their atmosphere.

Everyone followed her gaze, staring at the trespassers. "Call it, Captain, " Iron Man said, his form hidden behind one of his famous suits.

"All right, listen up," Captain America started, never once averting his eyes as he spoke. "Until we can close that portal, our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, " he pointed to a near building and Hawkeye nodded. "Eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you've got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

As he finished his order for Stark, the metal man nodded, blasting away with Hawkey in tow.

"Thor, you try to bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You got the lightning, so light the bastards up, " Captain added, earning a respectful nod out of Thor, who swung his hammer around a couple of times and disappeared into the sky.

Within seconds, strings of lightning were flashing across every corner of the city, bright and blue and lusting for blood.

Her eyes snapped open, a sigh falling from her pink lips as she glanced around the room.

The fan was on, as was the air blowing through the ventilation systems throughout the castle. She could feel it, the constant availability of the wind. It called to her, whispering in her ear with every breeze. I'm here. I'll always be here.

Sitting up, she slid her feet out from under the silky sheets on her bed, feeling the cold chill of the marble flooring as she stood.

It only took a couple of seconds before her satin pajamas were replaced by her outfit of choice. The clothes switched as a blue-green fog fell down her body. The ability to shapeshift was a courtesy of her father. Though, she never used it for more than simply a change of attire.

Her mirror came into view and she let her eyes graze down her body. They fell over her thigh-high heeled boots, the lace stretching from the toe up to the top. She looked at her white bodysuit, topped off with a light blue satin belt. Her snowy white cape nearly dragged the floor behind her as she walked.

The blue in her eyes had always had a hint of green, like the colors were battling for which parent got to give her their eyes. But the blonde in her hair had always claimed only one; her mother. She had grown up knowing her mom had the most beautiful, wavy blonde locks. Whereas, her father's was the color of a raven.

She walked to her bedroom door, twisting the nob and leaving the comfort of her own company. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the long hallways, like the ticking of a clock. It was a sound that floated to the back of her mind.

It was merely a matter of minutes before she reached the corridor of her grandmother, the woman she came to for any and everything.

"Hello, child, I was expecting you. All things considered, I knew it was only a matter of time before you came seeking answers." Frigga's voice was her safe place, the soft melody of words that could protect her from all evil and show her all bright corners of the world.