Chavonne sighed in relief when she managed to shake off her attendants and got a moment alone, ducking into a random room and closing the door behind her. Figuring she had more than earned it at this point, she did a dramatic slide to the floor, her dress pooling around her in a way you just don't get with Midgardian fabrics.

'... a sound that says fifteen years full time therapy.' She couldn't help the smile on her face, a small snippet of a song filling her head. 'Wait a second... where the heck am I? Fudgesicles I got lost again.' A loud groan left her lips before it died as quickly as it came. Seems she had wound up in the palace ballroom.

"Well, it's no snowy mountainside but it'll do. Thank all above and below I wore jeans beneath my dress and I was smart enough to bring my phone." If there was one thing Chavonne liked about her dresses was that she could request pockets in them, typically stashing whatever she could get her hands on in them. Hey, when there's no cops around, anything's legal. Yes, that's her motto, blame where she grew up.

She set up her phone alongside a wireless, portable speaker, scrolling through her various playlists before settling on one she used for daydreaming back home. Soon, the ballroom was filled with the sounds of trumpets as High Hope's began to play.

"Let's do this!" She cheered as she stamped her foot against the ground in an imitation of a particular Disney queen, ice travelling all over the floor and turning the ballroom into an ice rink. A giggle escaped her followed quickly by a gasp when frost coated her dress in elaborate and rather beautiful patterns. "Holy heck, I'm a Disney queen." Her smile was ear to ear at this point.

Taking a deep breath to calm down the nerves swirling like a maelstrom in her stomach, she closed her eyes and jumped, her eyes shooting open when she didn't feel her feet touch the floor again. "Whoa! Okay, okay, you've got this... How do people in movies make this look so easy?!" She squeaked as she accidentally flipped herself over, her dress falling to completely cover her face. At least her pockets were empty.

Swearing up a storm and flailing about like an idiot, she eventually managed to right herself, her hair having come loose from its elaborate pins to tumble down her back in messy curls. 'This can't possibly get wor- ah shoot.' Her train of thought completely derailed at the sight of Loki watching her, the male looking beyond amused.

The universe, the cruel thing that it is, decided to double down on Chavonne's misery and have her flight cut out right at that moment, sending her sprawling across the ice in a graceless display. "... How much of that did you see?"

"I'm afraid to say, I witnessed the entire thing." Loki couldn't keep the chuckle out of his voice, his steps as he entered the ballroom cautiously. He refused to slip on the ice and make a fool of himself. "Might I ask what in Odin's name are you doing?" He glanced at the still blaring phone and speaker, the song having changed to I Love You Baby by Sinatra. Seems Chavonne's music tastes were... eclectic.

"Dancing the macarena with George Clooney. What does it look like?" Chavonne managed to get to her feet without help, silently thanking her mom for ice skating lessons when she was younger. Breathing out a small sigh, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "I'm trying to figure out how to use my powers without looking like an idiot. Needless to say, it isn't going great."

Loki's expression softened as he saw how wobbly on her legs Chavonne was, reminded greatly of an albino fawn, all big eyes and delicate features. "Perhaps I can help." He cautiously made his way towards her, his hesitance born from more than just apprehension about the ice. Unlike most people, he actually noticed the way the young woman tensed every time someone touched her.

Chavonne shot Loki a questioning look, finally getting her balance. "Not to sound overly harsh but... how? Last I checked, your powers were chucked to the wayside until you can prove yourself worthy to dear old Odin." She allowed him to get closer, slightly more focused on not going sliding around like a pinball than on her aversion to human touch.

Loki couldn't help but chuckle as he slid into place behind Chavonne, adjusting her posture so she wouldn't have to keep moving to stay upright. There was a faint sense of pride at the fact that she didn't flinch at his touch. "As the old Midgardian adage goes: those who can't do, teach."

She let out a sigh, leveling a frosty blue gaze at the Asgardian. This close, Loki could see snowflake patterns in her irises. "Alright. I'm trusting you on this." She held up a hand, as if halting him from saying something. "I know, I know, horrible decision on my part but hey, my life's been pretty much a series of them up so why stop now, yeah?"

The smile the two shared was one of camaraderie, of knowing exactly what it was like to be the black sheep of the family and to constantly be held to a standard they could never achieve. As the lesson began, the music switched over to something more classical.

Meanwhile, back on earth...

"Try not to kill each other." Was the only thing each of the dimension hoppers were told before shoved into a room that was practically sterile, the only things in it a sad looking ping pong table and two couches in front of a TV that barely looked like they could fit 2 people each.

Harmony immediately flocked to Roland, her anxiety easing for the first time in... what was it now? Two weeks? Let's go with two weeks. "Please tell me you have some sort of idea on how we're gonna get through this in one piece." She nearly begged her friend, her anxiety gnawing at her insides like a ravenous wolf.

Roland shook his head, wrapping a comforting arm around his friend's shoulders. "'Fraid not. Though hopefully we'll be able to get our abilities under control before Ultron rolls around." With his ability to control tech, the fight would be over before it started and a whole bunch of disasters could be avoided.

"Oh! TV! Finally, something entertaining." Aldric rushed for the couch, teleporting twice on his way there. Being stuck in what was pretty much a prison cell with nothing to do for hours on end was his literal definition of hell so the TV was a godsend at this point.

Alex hung to the sidelines, her body flickering in and out of view as her subconscious tried to make up its mind about whether or not she wanted to be seen. She glanced over at the ping pong table and her eyes lit up when she saw various art equipment scattered across it. She made a beeline for it, blinking in and out of the visible spectrum as she walked.

"Wonder what they show here..." Oscar sat down next to Aldric, glad to see another person from the UK. Sure, Aldric was Welsh but the Brit didn't hold it against him. Mostly because at this point, he was desperate for anything vaguely resembling home. Why did American food have to be so weird tasting?

"Don't know, 'bout to find out." Aldric flicked through the channels, finally settling on a history program focusing on weapon making. If it had to do with history, he was on it like a dog on a piece of sausage.

Oscar was immediately happy with the choice of program, resisting the urge to go into a long talk about the weapons on screen. Why? Well, he figured maybe it was a bad idea to talk about weapons when the people guarding you were extremely skittish whenever you said so much as hello. Didn't stop a mace from forming in his hands.

"This has to be a nightmare. A really weird, long, awful nightmare." Harmony dragged her hands through her hair, careful not to displace her glasses. Certain sections of her skin looked like they were made of living metal, the sections shifting constantly like Rorschach's mask.

"Look at it this way, at least we know what's going to happen over the next 7 years or so. That's good. And there's superheroes in the world. You could meet Cap! Or Peggy!" Roland tried to cheer his friend up as he led her to the couches, his words making a slight dent on her anxiety.

Harmony tried her best to bite back the tears that were forming but couldn't stop them, sniffles soon accompanying them. "Y-yeah! That'd be great." The two sat down, the young woman clinging to her friend when they discovered the couch wasn't as solid as it looked.

"That's the spirit. Now let's enjoy the free time we've got. I really don't want to know what new test they've got brewing for us." Roland gave his friend a comforting side hug, getting her to at least smile even if the tears were still streaming like a waterfall.

Alex propped herself up against the side of one of the couches, simply content to be near everyone else for the moment. She would talk to them... eventually. She just needed to learn what they were like a bit more.

"No way the Yanks were stupid enough to make that." Aldric shook his head at what the TV was showing, unwilling to believe humanity was ever stupid enough to conceive of something as stupid as a bat bomb.

"You'd be surprised." Oscar shook his head as well, firmly agreeing with Aldric. Just because he liked weapons didn't mean he couldn't admit when a certain design or concept was utterly ridiculous/stupid.

As time went on, the atmosphere grew lighter and lighter, snacks being delivered and the young adults descending on them like they were starved. And considering the quality of food they had been getting up to this point, they might as well have been.

Pausing in the middle of his third packet of gummy bears, Roland finally did a headcount of everyone in the room. "Hey... didn't Tony say 6 of us came through?"

Oscar finished his Curly Wurly, frowning in concentration as he did his own headcount. "Yeah, I think he did. Think the other person is still doing tests?"

Aldric shook his head, tipping a handful of edible ball bearings into his mouth. "Heard they were off in Asgard, talking to Odin about something or another." He shrugged, dusting off his hands before he reached for a cup of black tea. "Think it had something to do with Loki?"

Harmony perked up at the sound of one of her favourite characters, sipping a glass of iced tea. She wanted to ask if Aldric knew any more but her anxiety robbed her of her voice far more effectively than any sea witch.

"Well, here's hoping they succeed in whatever it is they're doing." Roland held up his glass and everyone cheered to Chavonne's success, unaware the reason she wasn't back was because certain people in the Asgardian court found her a novelty and kept delaying her departure.

Alex simply listened, sketched and snuck snacks from the table, her pencil skating across her page to bring the images in her head to life. At the moment, she was drawing a candle from memory, her mind able to fill in the shadows and flickering movements far better than any computer ever could.

"Wonder what they look like and what their powers are..." With one little statement, Aldric ignited a friendly debate, everyone enjoying themselves as they came up with wilder and more elaborate theories. They barely noticed the hours passing by and the agents, deciding to be nice for once, let them have their fun.

((A/N: Behold! The cast is filled! Hopefully, I did your characters justice. If not, tell me and I'll do my best to fix them. Seriously, don't be afraid to hurt my feelings. I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything. Till next time!))