Sometimes we're guided by mysterious forces to various places we have never been in let alone explored thoroughly and we do not think much about it. An average mortal barely notices strange concurrences such as these, but to immortals it is obvious. What is more obvious is that usually right eyes do not turn the color of blindness.

When I say 'color of blindness' I mean the tint of gray over the pupils clouding it so the person cannot see. What is more strange is it happening to a Demigod who's left eye looks fine and the other looks not so great. It is question provoking, honestly.

The best way to spy on some one, unsuspectingly, is to become a fly.

I land, as a fly, on the adjourning wall a couple feet from Joy.

"President's daughter?" Joy asks.

A teenager, by the looks of the young girl, looks up from a device of some sort.

"Clarise," Clarise said. "I prefer not to be called 'President's dau-"

Suddenly Joy picks Clarise up by the neck.

Not a person is around in this surprisingly empty hallway.

"I helped you," Joy said. "And this is the hell I get?"

"Let me go!" Clarise demands. "Or else I'll have you reported to your superiors!"

"You little brat," Joy said. Joy didn't have an accent at this point which shocked me. "You made a double of me WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"

Clarise gasps for air.

"Can't...breath." Clarise said.

"That's how I felt before I fell, two minutes, TWO MINUTES," Joy said, in anger. "Two painful minutes."

Joy lets go of Clarise.

Clarise lands on the floor and grabs at her neck.

"I don't know who you are," Clarise said, as Joy walks around to the girls side. Clarise looks up towards Joy. "But you are someone I don't know of."

"I am possessing this body," Joy said, lowering herself down towards Clarise. "Temporarily. Remember who found you ditched by your boyfriend in the rain outside a closed down store?"

Clarise stares at Joy, in horror.

"Jo?" Clarise said, in a pathetic little voice.

"I DID," Joy said, getting up full level.

Clarise is horrified as Joy takes a step back.

"I should have left you there and called your father," Joy said.

"Jo," Clarise said, shaking. "You were not suppose to be there.I heard you were busy so I decided to try helping out."

"I wasn't busy," Joy said. "And now this poor little girl is not aware what revenge I am getting with her body." There is a hiss in her voice. "Her name is Joy."

"...Is she your sister?" Clarise asks.

"I DON'T HAVE A SISTER," Joy yells. "We are counterparts, bizarrely," Joy shortly laughs at her statement. "And we're nothing alike!"

"Um, you do have the same face," Clarise said.

Joy frowns.

"You know once making a double..." Joy said, patiently changing the topic. "The only way to get rid of them is to show them to who they're based on."

"It's not what you are thinking," Clarise said.

"Pre-mediated murder," Joy said. "You are only lucky your father is the damn president for now." Clarise opens her mouth then closes it. "Do you have anything else to say for what you've done?"

"I-I..." Clarise starts to say. "I-I thought you wouldn't be there when-"

"When what?" Joy snaps, interrupting Clarise. "When the Avengers were apprehending Thor?" Joy's voice turns deep. "You know how doubles and their original model die after seeing each other. It's your power to make exact doubles of people! AND I TAUGHT YOU HOW TO CONTROL IT."

Clarise cowers afraid of Joy.

"You knew it," Joy goes on. "You knew the consequences, and you made a double of ME."

Clarise is trembling, visibly, by the words coming from Joy.

"I..." Clarise tries to speak but the words didn't come out clearly together.

Joy frowns down upon the girl.

"How long had the double been alive?" Joy asks, in a calmer yet eerie tone.

Clarise did not reply.

"Clarise," Joy said, with a growl. "Tell me."

Clarise clears her throat.

"...Long as I have known you." Clarise said.

Joy picks up Clarise, with such incredible force, then slams her against the wall making a heavy smack. Clarise lands on her side alongside the wall on the floor. I never seen a side to Jo being this furious and violent but then again Jo worked alone on missions and we never did get along. Joy steps back in anger staring down at Clarise.

"I am sorry," Clarise said, raising her head up towards Joy. "Jo,forgive me."

"Sorry can't bring me back, brat," Joy said. "And you can't kill your doubles, that's the sad part about you, and the most saddest part is to think I trusted you." Her hands went out of their fist shape. "I can never forgive you for what you have done. I brought you to SHIELD, I helped you, and this is what I get for trying to help." Joy shook her head, making a disappointed sigh. "Well girl, you just stabbed me in the back."

Joy turns away from Clarise then walks down the hall.

"Jo!" Clarise calls.

"I will be leaving this body, soon," Joy said, as she continues walking. "And I hope the future is bitter for you."

Joy disappears out of my view.

"Jo..." Clarise said, getting up, hurt and tearful. "I am sorry..."

I flew out of the hallway, away from Clarise and the direction taken by Joy. How long had Jo known of such a unusual Demigod on Midgard? The one capable of creating doubles capable of killing who they were based on when seen by them and die at the same time. I change myself from a fly into my more human form still in disbelief. SHIELD knew Clarise, so did Jo, and no one else on Asgard knew about it.