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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 32

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3406

Warnings: None

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with @avengerscompound

Chapter 32: The Spirit Journey

The white flare blinded me for a moment. As my vision gradually returned, blackness replaced it from the inside out. Not that I was blind. I could see myself perfectly well. The colors in my dress. The painting on my arms. I was illuminated perfectly. Only there was no source of light. Everything around me was black. There was no way to discern the ground from the air except that I was standing on it, and it was perfectly solid. I just existed in a void.

“Steve?” I called out as I looked around. “Thor?”

There was no answer. There wasn’t even an echo indicating that my voice had traveled any distance. Something did change though. To begin with, it was like a current passed over my skin. It ran along the gold line in the Henhalda that connected each scene to the next and seemed to burn the rest of it away. My skin felt like it was bubbling, though it felt no different to the touch, and that bubbling feeling sunk down into my flesh and then my bones until there was a deep painful heat in my core, burning me from the inside.

I cried out in pain and squeezed my eyes closed tight. It felt like something burst inside of me and I was sure that I had failed, that I had been judged unworthy and I was going to die for thinking I could be the Queen of Asgard.

Quicker than it came on though, the pain faded. I opened my eyes and now, stretching out into the void ahead of me, and seeming to burrow into me, were these threads of light. Just faint, but I could definitely see them. I also felt these strange jumble of emotions. Mostly fear and confusion and somehow I knew I was feeling what the others were feeling. That somehow, these threads were attached to them and if I followed them, I’d find them.

They were all going in the same direction, so I moved off in it. As I moved along, they spread out a little more. I stopped for a moment and ran my hands over them. The emotions I was gleaning off the others became stronger for each person with each thread I touched. When I hit the Natasha one I could tell she was the closest, so I followed that one.

I reached a point where the thread abruptly cut off, and yet, I could still feel Natasha. I knew she was close. Almost close enough to touch, but I couldn’t see her. She was scared, but also angry and trying to figure out what she needed to do.

“Natasha?” I called. “Natasha, where are you? I can’t see you!”

The thread burned brightly for a moment and a sense of relief hit me and just like that, Natasha was standing right in front of me. “Can you see me now?”

“Oh my god!” I yelped, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. She let me hug her but only returned it with one arm as she continued to scan the void we were sharing. “Where were you? I could feel you but I couldn’t see you.”

“You could feel me?” She asked. “That’s your new power? Some kind of telepathy?”

“No. Through the threads.” I said, not quite understanding how she couldn’t feel me too, if we were connected by the thread of light the way we were.

“Threads?” Natasha asked. “What are you talking about, El?”

“These -” I say running my hand over the threads that were stretching from me into the void.

“There’s nothing there, Elly,” she said and shook her head like she was trying to clear it. “Tell me what happened?”

“I woke up and it was nothing,” I explained. “I called out and it felt like my body was about to burst into flame. It was bubbling…”

“I had that too,” Natasha interrupted. “All I could think was you all needed to be safe. I needed to keep you all safe.”

“I just needed you. I needed to know where you were and if you were okay,” I said. “Then the pain stopped and there were threads. I can feel people. Clint’s terrified.”

Natasha straightened up and there was a shimmer in the blackness around us. “Where is he?”

I pointed in the direction that Clint’s thread was running in and she took off running. “Natasha! Wait up!” I called, taking off after her.

She slowed her pace and followed me as I took her in the direction of Clint. “This isn’t real is it? We’re still tied up at the ceremony right?” I asked.

Natasha shook her head. “I don’t know. It feels real, but there doesn’t seem to be anything real about it.”

We reached Clint. He was curled in a ball clutching his head and muttering to himself. “Clint?” Natasha called as she approached him but he didn’t seem to be able to hear her. I wondered if this vision walk he didn’t have his hearing aids or if it was something else. The shimmer in the air that had happened when Natasha had stood alert seemed to cross over him and he looked up and scrambled back from us.

“What the hell?” He yelped. “What’s happening? Where did you come from? Who’s talking? Who’s talking, Nat? Are you hiding them?”

Natasha crouched down in front of him and he lunged forward hiding his head in her stomach and clinging to her. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Clint. We’re here. You’re safe.”

“There are too many voices. They’re all talking at once.” He babbled. “They’re all speaking different languages but I can understand all of them.”

“We’re alone, Clint. Look at me.” He looked. He looked into her eyes, his pupils were dilated and I could feel the terror coming off him. “Describe my eyes.”

“They’re… they’re green. Like a sea green. With little flecks of brown. It’s like there’s light reflecting off them, but I don’t know where the light is coming from.” He took a couple of deep breaths and shook his head.

“Can you hear them still?” She asked.

He shook his head. “It went away.”

“It’s okay, Ptichka,” She said. “This whole thing is weird.”

“You called me little bird,” Clint said.

“I always call you little bird,” Natasha replied, a little confused.

“No, you call me something in Russian. PTeech-ka,” he said.

“Yes, that’s what I said. Ptichka,” Natasha said.

“Yes, little bird,” he said.

Natasha looked at me confused.

I shrugged. “Maybe that’s what his new power is,” I suggested. “Say something else.”

Natasha looked back at Clint with her head tilted to the side. “Kon’ ne valyalsya.”

“Woah that was weird,” Clint said, shaking his head.

“What? What happened?” I asked.

Clint shook his head. “It was like… okay she said, a horse did not roll around. I heard that. And also she said that things that should have been finished by now haven’t even been started yet. I heard that too. At the same time. But… it wasn’t like two things said at once. It was the same thing.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “Think we know what your new power is,” she said and helped him up.

“What did you get?” Clint asked.

Natasha shook her head. “I don’t know. But you and El couldn’t see me right away. Maybe it’s some kind of cloaking thing. We’ll work it out later, we need to find the others.”

“How? There’s nothing but us,” Clint asked.

I pointed in the direction that Tony’s thread moved off it. “Tony is that way. He’s closest.”

“Nice,” Clint said and the three of us began to run in the direction of Tony.

We came up to him relatively quickly. He was facing our direction and looking around like he was trying to figure out what was going on still. He stared right through us right up until the point that shimmer hit him. As it passed over him, he jumped. “What the fuck?” He yelped, throwing up his arms like he was about to do judo on us. As he did something seemed to ooze out of his skin and form one of his Iron Suits around him. “Where the hell did you just come from?” He looked down at himself and jumped. “What the fuck is this?”

“Did that just come out of you?” Clint asked stopping dead.

“I don’t know…” Tony said, sounding just as freaked out as Clint looked. “Did it?”

I approached him and put my hands on it, it felt like metal, but also strangely alive.

Tony shuddered. “I can feel your hands on me. But like it’s through a bunch of layers. This is weird.”

“Does it have a computer or anything?” I asked.

“I - uh - don’t know how to describe it. It’s me, but I can process things faster,” he said holding up his hand and looking at it. “Like something else is doing it and passing it on instantaneously.”

“Can you make it go away?” Natasha asked.

There was a moment where nothing happened and then slowly the armor began to bubble and then retreated back into him. “Jesus,” Tony hissed. “I am not going to be able to get used to that,” he looked up at Natasha. “Where the hell did you just come from? You popped out of nowhere. Did you teleport?”

“I think I’m cloaking us,” Natasha said. “Let me see if I can stop.”

She furrowed her brow and around us that shimmer went through the void around us again. She looked at me and shrugged. “I don’t know how I’m doing it, so I’m not sure if that worked or not.”

“We should just go,” Clint said. “We’re supposed to find each other aren’t we?”

I pointed past Tony. “Sam is that way.”

Tony looked at me and raised an eyebrow, but Clint had already started to run off in that direction. We took after him without a word.

This time, we could see Sam from a distance, he was surrounded by light like it was coming from him. He was the calmest of everyone, and mostly what I was getting from him was a feeling of awe.

As we got closer we could see that the light was actually a pair of wings. They attached to his back and he was spreading them out and trying to look at them. They have a very geometric look. The feathers were more like large blades that folded out over each other.

Sam noticed us and looked up grinning. “Look what I got!” He said excitedly. “I kinda hoped it would be flying, but look.”

He flapped the wings and there was no air current but he took off the ground. He looked like an angel made of pure light as he circled around us once and then landed again.

“They’re amazing, Sammy,” I said, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I can make them go away too.” He said and they just winked out instantly. “I can’t believe it. What did you guys get?”

“I have some kind of language translation thing, Nat seems to be cloaking. Tony has an armor that comes out of his skin. And El knows where everyone is,” Clint said.

“You do, El?” Sam asked, looking a little relieved.

“There’s a thread to each of you,” I answered. “We need to get to Wanda though, she’s really starting to freak out.”

Sam took my hand. “Let’s go find our girl.”

Wanda seemed to be much further than the others had been and as we got closer the void stopped really being a void. There were patches of grass, trees, segments of brick walls and marbled floor. However, none were really on the ground. Trees grew upside down and hanging from nothing. Segments of flooring floated at various intervals in space. Walls rotated in the air like they were weightless.

“What do you think is going on here?” Tony asked, looking around.

“Maybe we’re getting closer to the real world?” I asked.

“Or it’s Wanda’s powers,” Natasha added.

Wanda’s thread started going up into the air and I started to scan the pieces of debris to see where it ended. Finally, I saw the end stopping at a large floating piece of stonework. “Wanda?” I called. I could feel how afraid and overwhelmed she was feeling. She didn’t respond and I turned to Sam. “She’s up there but she’s terrified.”

“You’re sure?” Sam asked. I nodded and his wings sprung to life again like he’d switched on a light. Beside him, Tony’s armor bled out of his skin again and the two of them took off, flying up to the platform.

Natasha, Clint, and I stood looking up at them. “Sam will talk her down,” Natasha assured me.

“Yeah. I know,” I agreed.

After a little while, pink light filled the air and steps appeared circling down from the platform they had been on. A moment later both Sam and Tony were flying back down and Wanda came almost skipping down the stairs. The difference in how she felt when we got there and the joy she was feeling now, was startling. She ran towards us and slammed into Clint, grabbing hold of Nat and I and pulling us into a three-person hug.

“Did you see all these things?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled against Clint’s chest. “I made it. I can just make things.”

“Holy shit, Wanda.” Clint gasped. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, I still need to learn to control it. It was hurting me so much, and I was really scared and I was trying to make something to stand on. It went a little haywire. I’ll learn though.”

Natasha kissed her cheek, as Clint held the three of us. “Who’s next, Elise?” Sam asked.

“Steve is close,” I said and pointed in the direction that his thread was running. “That way.”

We started running in his direction and soon the objects that Wanda had created became less and then stopped. Steve’s thread kept changing direction and then moved towards us and he appeared out of the gloom charging in our direction. “Oh thank God. I was wandering around in the dark for so long,” he said, his voice full of relief, and hugging Sam.

“Do you have a new power?” Clint asked.

Steve shrugged. “When I got here, it felt like I was melting. Then it stopped and I don’t know. Nothing obvious. You haven’t found Bucky, Bruce or Thor yet?”

He was talking quickly and his tone kept jumping from Steve talking to his family and Cap wanting to give orders. I could tell he was stressed but handling it.

“Bucky is this way,” I said pointing.

He looked at me questioningly for a moment and then gave a nod. “Let’s go then.”

Bucky was panicking and angry, and the closer I got, the stronger I felt it. We started hearing him shouting. Sometimes in fear, calling out our names. Sometimes telling HYDRA they couldn’t turn him again. He was stronger than that.

“Bucky! Buck!” Steve yelled picking up his pace and running in his direction. Leaving the rest of us behind.

We caught up to them, and they were in a passionate kiss, Bucky was clinging to Steve, while Steve held Bucky protectively. We jogged over to them both and Bucky looked up at as. “I thought HYDRA got me. I know it’s stupid. I know we were supposed to do some kind of journey. But it felt like they had me.”

“It’s alright. We have you now,” Steve said. “We need to find Thor and Bruce.”

I nodded. “Bruce is this way, but there is something strange about him. It’s like … I can feel him and the Hulk and they aren’t in the same place,” I explained. “And they’re grieving.”

“Brucie?” Tony said, sounding alarmed. “Come on!”

I led the way, following the closer of the two threads which felt like it was only leading to the Hulk. We found him curled up in the fetal position and sobbing loudly. I ran to him as the others all approached a little more cautiously. “Big Guy, it’s okay. Why are you crying?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

He looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. “Elly? You dead too?” He asked and broke down into loud, wracking sobs.

“We’re not dead, Big Guy.” I soothed. “Look everyone is here.”

He looked up. “Banner gone. All gone. Hulk dead,” he sobbed as he looked at everyone, not sure how to reconcile the idea that he was dead with the fact that everyone else was here too.

“Oh, honey.” I soothed, rubbing his neck. “We aren’t really here. Remember when Bruce drank the liquid? This is just a dream. Now we need to find Bruce and Thor and we can wake up.”

“Banner here?” He asked looking around.

“Yes. I promise. I can take you to him.” I said. “Come on, Big Guy. It’s gonna be okay.”

He got up and lumbered after me and the group. He kept one large hand on my back and Tony kept his hand on Hulk’s arm. We found Bruce in the same fetal position Hulk had been in. When Hulk saw him he ran for him, making the whole place seem to shake. Bruce startled and scrambled to his feet. “Hulk?” He said, sounding unsure of what was happening. He held up his hand and the two of them approached each other slowly. “I couldn’t feel you. I thought I was dead.”

“Hulk same,” the Big Guy replied. They touched hands and there was a bright flash of light that blinded us again for a moment. I blinked my eyes and when my vision returned, Hulk and Bruce had merged. The large green man that was standing in front of us wasn’t as big as Hulk but still large and green, but his face looked soft and intelligent like Bruce. The thread that went from me to him felt different. It was both of them, blended perfectly together.

“Bruce?” I asked.

He looked down at his large hands and then up at me. “Yes? Kind of.”

“What does this mean? Is this who you are now?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” He said. He closed his eyes and seemed to think for a moment. “No. We’re just in sync. We can lean either way if need be. It feels different though.”

“We might need to work it out later,” Steve said and looked at me. “El, where’s Thor?”

I pointed in the direction that the last thread ran and we all took off in that direction.

We found Thor sitting on the floor cross-legged. He smiled up at us and got to his feet, holding his arms out to us. “My chosen!” He said warmly. “I knew you would find me. I saw it in a vision.”

“You have visions now?” Clint asked as we all moved into his arms.

“It seems so. We need to return to our bodies. Heven has attacked while we are vulnerable. I am unsure of how to wake. I had to wait for you." He turned and looked to me. “Elise, my queen. My vision said that you would know how.”

I shook my head. “I ... I’m not…” I stopped and looked up. There were still more threads of different brightnesses. The two brightest led to the twins, and I assumed the others led to other family members. However, they all shot straight up in the sky. “I think we should call to Mjolnir.”

“Of course,” Thor said pulled me tight against me and kissing the top of my head. He looked at the others. “We are going to wake disorientated. But there is fighting. You all need to be ready and up to attack and protect our children and our kingdom.”

“We won’t let you down,” Steve said with a nod.

We each took hold of someone else’s hand and those of us that had lifted Mjolnir in the past all raised our arms in the air and called. There was a tight pulling sensation from deep in my gut like I’d been caught by a fish hook and something was reeling me in. The void seemed to close in around me and once again, everything went white.

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