"There you go." Wanda cheered after dressing the last injury on Evelyn's face, which is now covered with patches.

Evelyn picks up a small mirror by the table and looks at herself. "Not my best look, but I can live with it." She shrugs. "I'm still the prettier Stark."

"Let's not get cocky." Tony, who has been standing, comments, frowning. "Now tell us what happened after you got separated."

They are all gathering in the lodge room, circling around the girl who put down the mirror, eyebrows raised at the older Stark.

"I don't think it will be any different from what I told you before or what Nat told you." Evelyn nods at the former assassin, who has taken a seat with Clint beside her. Elbows lean against her tights.

"I only tell them everything that happened before you were taken away." Natasha states, "Tell us, what happened? Why do they take you away? Why you?"

"Maybe because I'm the prettier Stark?" The brunette shrugs. "How the fuck do I know? I'm as confused as you are."

"Evelyn—" Nat leans forward, a worried look on her face. "I can't sense anything until I no longer hear you talking. There were no footsteps, no struggles, no nothing. You suddenly disappeared. What do you remember before you disappeared?"

"For a dozen fucking times," Evelyn leans forward, so she's toe-to-toe with the red head. "I don't know." She emphasized. "A second later, I'm tied to you, and suddenly I was sitting between some dudes or dudettes. Stop pushing me! I already told you everything I remember, and now I'm fucking tired and hungry." She stood up and walked away, not stopping despite the call of her name.

Slumping onto the bed, Evelyn closes her eyes and sighs tiredly. Minutes later, the door creaked softly open, revealing Loki entering his room, and his eyes immediately found the girl.

The bed moved as the god took a seat beside her with his head leaning against the headboard. His fingers were gently brushing along her silky hair. "Tell me."

Peeking over the raven-haired god, Evelyn turns her body so she's facing him.

"You have killed before, right?"

Loki raised his eyebrows and said, "I have lived for a hundred years in a realm that evolved because of wars, and to remind you, I caused hundreds of mortals' death."

"Yes or no would be more sufficient." The brunette rolls her eyes.

"What about it?"

Evelyn was silent for seconds before meeting his eyes and saying, "I killed people."

Loki stops as he freezes in shock before regaining his thoughts, blinking with a frown on his face. "I—um—as in—killing—um, dead?"

The girl nods, taking his hand that has been stroking her head and playing with his long fingers and neatly cut nails. "Yeah~"

He hums at her words, as he would never have guessed that. "And—"

Sensing the man's confusion, she adds. "I don't feel any remorse or regrets for killing them, although it was their fault to begin with." She shrugs. "Is that weird?"

Loki opens his mouth, and before he can utter a lie, he shuts himself before saying it. "Yes, it is weird."

"I see." Evelyn muttered, but her expression remained unbothered, making the god curiouser about her.

'How in nine realms a scrawny mortal creature managed to kill with no remorse' It wasn't like he himself was a saint, but he was already confused by the girl's origins, as despite her giving the appearance of a mere mortal, there seems to be mystery behind those skins.

"What are you?" Loki mutters before he can stop himself.

Evelyn stops and looks up at him. A smirk slowly creeped into her lips. "I know you're smarter than your brother, after all." Veins start crawling out as they cover the white sclera, and her brown iris darkens into nothing. "Brains have always been more promising to me than brawn."

Pepper speed-walked upon arriving at the lab. "You found her?!" She spoke upon entering, catching a few members who hadn't left yet.

"More like she found her way back." Bruce shrugs with a gentle smile.

"What?"

Steve offers her a bottle of water that he helps open, which Pepper gladly accepts with thanks.

"Can somebody tell me what actually happened?" Pepper asks, looking around the room and ending on her boyfriend, who has been weirdly silent. "Tony?"

"I or we—" The billionaire circles his finger as if to emphasize everyone. "Has zero ideas what the freaking happened."

"Have you tr—"

"Asking Evelyn?" Nat state, expecting those questions. "We did, but she seems stressed by whatever happened after we separated."

"Maybe it's too much for her." Bruce adds, turning back at the screen that has been playing the recording of the shooting before both the girl and Natasha were taken away. "Maybe she's afraid of something."

"Or someone." Clint states, fingers twirling a pen he swipes off Tony's desk.

Just as the others state their deductions around, Tony glares over the screen at the video in the back alley, the moments before they both knock out cold.

There stood Evelyn alone, with Natasha already unconscious.

What baffled him was the fact that a second before the CCTV was turned off, he swears that he saw her daughter smirking with a relaxed posture.

So many thoughts are playing in his head, all alarms screaming for suspicion. Everything doesn't seem to make sense, but none of it fits any pieces of it.

For a smart man like him, there are a are a few moments when he feels like a fool, but at these moments, it feels worse; nothing makes any sense at all.