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.'

James seemed to sigh a little in relief that it was possible for change or evil.

I glanced at Shelly who had listened and took in my words, also knowing I was mainly talking to James.

I looked back to James. 'You know those people who bullied you James?' He nodded in remembrance of the bullies. 'They saw a weak target. They saw you. So, they went to get the target and make themselves feel better by bringing you to ground level while they thought they were up in the clouds. And until they were put in the same position you were, fearful, frightened, and weak, they weren't going to give up. They were blinded and weren't put in your shoes until I made them. So, only then could they see your pain and give up their cruel behaviour. Something I hope to do for someone some day, but in a much kinder way.' I giggled a little at how I had put the bullies in their place, knowing it wouldn't happen in that way again until it needed to.

Shelly had finished up her dinner when I was speaking to James.

She gathered her plate and utensils. 'Will you excuse me?'

I nodded in response. She walked to the kitchen and placed her dishes in the sink, ready for washing up later. James and I raced to finish our own food, setting up a competition of who could win first. I let James win, giving him the feel of victory. He was going to get a treat for it and I wanted to make sure it was him and not me.

I took our plates to the sink as James rushed to the lounge room, turning the TV on and watching a movie of his choice. He decided upon the Lorax after scrolling through Netflix for a minute or two.

James was adopted by Shelly, providing she was over 21 and I was not. In 2 years time though, I would go through the fuss to adopt James as my own. There was a lot of paperwork involved and Shelly had done it all through Fury as we couldn't exactly go into public eyes the instant I returned. It would've been too much for us all.

As I washed up the dishes, I could overlook James as the sink was at the island bench. I looked at his longish brown hair, in desperate need for a haircut. His pale skin implied the lack of times it met the sun. Shelly had grown on James when I was away, which I was thankful for. I was afraid she would dislike him, but she enjoyed him being around. She had retired to her bedroom, probably talking to friends or family, maybe even reading.

The dishes had been scrubbed down and washed, so I fetched a towel to dry them. I returned and began drying each dish individually, putting them back in their place once they were dry. I started to get lost in my own thoughts while doing so.

Every day I was puzzled as to how I would find my past. I knew I wanted to visit Asgard though, feeling as sense of connection in the slightest way. It was an extremely weak connection, but it was something that gave me hope. I wanted to go visit it anyway, seeming Loki and Thor questioned my clothing.

I had actually washed and patched up that dress where needed. Hanging it neatly in a glass display cabinet that sat in my room. I hadn't touched it since I had arrived here. It was the first thing I wanted to do.

I needed it displayed as my only piece of evidence to my past. I went to sleep every night thinking about who, what, or where I used to be. Who my family and  friends where. What kind of house I lived in, if any at all.

The day I woke up and discovered information was also puzzling me. The Sword of Unknown was claimed to be near me, and to be from the Gods above. It also had my name on it, but who's to say that was the truth. They could have made up the entire scene. I could have just been in a plain coma and they dressed me up to put me in a museum. But that just sounded silly when I said it in my mind.

One day, I thought, I won't need to wonder anymore, because I'll have the answers to my past.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed James standing beside me. I had held the now damp towel in my hands, facing the window opposite the sink. It overlooked the side lawn and to the distant trees.

James tapped on my arm and patiently waited for my response.

I looked down at his pleading eyes. 'Can I have my prize now?'

I smiled and placed the towel upon the sparkly black countertop.

I knelt to his height, looking directly into his eyes. 'Of course you can!'

I walked to the black fridge, opening the door to reveal the plentiful food. I grabbed a container and turned to face James. His face lit up with joy as he saw the contents in the container. I took it over to the countertop beside the fridge. I peeled the back and grabbed the block of cottage cheese out. I placed it on the light wood chopping board. Using a cheese knife, I cut a thick slice and cut it in half, giving one to James. He took it with gratefulness, thanking me as I did.

I quickly cut the remaining half into quarters, taking a piece and sliding it into my mouth before packing it away. I shut the fridge door and savoured the divine taste of the cottage cheese. The softness of the cheese's texture on my tongue sent a wave of relaxation over me.

I turned on my heels and noticed James finishing the last of his cheese. I giggled at his cute childish ways.

When he was finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me. 'That was yummy! Thank you.'

He gave me his biggest smile and returned to the lounge room to finish off his movie. I swallowed the remaining mush of cheese in my mouth and walked to join James in watching his movie.

We were up to Ned fighting with O'Hair to keep the seed, much like Tony and Pierce when they fought over the Tesseract. James had fallen asleep, soft snores indicating that he needed to be carried to his bed and be tucked in.

I lifted him from the couch with ease and carried him into his room. Pulling back the covers, I laid him gently down, pulled the blankets over him, and tucked them at his neck, ensuring he contained the warmth.

It was about 8:30pm, so I decided to head to bed myself. After checking up on Shelly and seeing her under the covers reading, I left her to be. I assumed she wouldn't be leaving her room so I turned off the TV and all the lights. I found my way to my room and stared at my dress that hung in the glass cabinet.

What was I to do? I still had no solution of what could lead to the discovery of my past. I shook the thoughts from my head and went into my bathroom, brushing my teeth and returning to my bed. I lifted the covers back and climbed in, reaching for my phone at the bedside table.

I scrolled through YouTube,finding nothing interesting. I stumbled upon a video from the battle. I instantly clicked on it and watched the scenes of the battle unfold. In the ending, people had gathered around an area filled with flowers and cards. I assumed it was the remembrance of their lost relatives and friends. I would have participated in their loss. I was responsible for some of it. And instead of showing my face and making up for it, I his like a coward.

A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek as I saw many people crying over their loved ones. I pained me to see anyone like that because of Loki and my own actions. It hurt, but I needed to apologise to everyone. I needed to make things right. Loki was the core of everyone's pain and suffering though, and he was in desperate need of someone to change his mind.

I looked above my phone at my dress. I couldn't worry about Loki now, or at all really. He was in Asgard in their prison. He was not going to return and was being punished for his actions. No one needed to worry about him anymore.

I shook my head and returned to the video with a minute left. People were thanking the Avenger's for their heroic actions that saved the world.

I smiled and swiped YouTube away, returning to my home screen. Holding the power button down and selecting the shut down option, my phone turned off. I placed it back on my bedside table and flicked the switch to my small yellow lamp. Darkness filled the room as I made myself comfortable under my blankets.

I stared at the ceiling and tried shutting out my thoughts. I failed miserably, repeating the routine questions of whether I would find my past and if I can, how? I took an hour before I turned on my side and let my eyelids fall heavy with exhaustion. My body relaxed and sunk into the bed as I drifted off to sleep.