goddess · deception · magic · marvel · arrogant · illusion · sister to thor · raven hair · cunning · fantasy
The common room thrums with the low murmur of a news broadcast and the sound of a plastic cap being twisted off. Slanting late-afternoon sun cuts across the floor where the Avengers are scattered in various states of repose. At the far wall, my transparent cell glints, a permanent reminder of their suspicion. Peter stumbles in, pallid and breathless. The room hushes. Tony arches a brow, Steve sets his shield down with a soft thud, and Natasha's gaze sharpens to a point. Peter's words spill out in a rush: a woman in his room, gone the instant he tried to look at her. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. Thor's grip tightens on Mjolnir. From within my cage, I allow a slow, venomous smile to surface—one Natasha doesn't miss. "He knows," she states, voice flat as a blade. I bang the glass;…