Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

7- Three Kids, One Crown

CHAPTER SEVEN WHOOOOO we're making progress! :) 

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Chapter Seven

 

~Thea's POV~

 

That Saturday, I am woken up early to Klaka leaping up on me and licking my face. I groan, then sit up and rub my eyes. As I ruffle my blankets, I realize that the Stjarna stuffed animal is tucked in the corner of my bed, against the wall. I look at it, and feel my chest deflating a little bit. I have tried to forget about Loki so much, it hurts.

I get up and throw a pillow at the toy and head into the bathroom to change. I pass my pile of homework lying on the floor, a collection of textbooks, notes, string, and markers. Angelique had been over on Wednesday, and we had focused on trying to understand light waves, using the string and different colored markers to literally "make" light waves and bend them as objects would pass through them. I'm feeling much more confident about math and science now, which is a relief, because I really want to get into Umber Academy.

Jack and I have been talking about basically nothing else, unless you count Kyle's future engagement which of course, I had told him the day after I found out. We, along with Peter, have been browsing through the Academy's catalogue, looking through courses and their descriptions. The afternoon classes, all of which are of the "special" variety, are split up into four divisions of difficulty, plus advanced. Jack and I discuss which divisions we will most likely be placed in.

"You'd definitely be at least Division III in Manipulation," he commented one day as we sit at a booth in Panera. We were supposed to be doing homework, but had decided to put it off.

"No way," I said, "That's like, for seniors."

"Juniors," said Jack, swirling his straw in his fresh-squeezed lemonade, "Mostly juniors, I would imagine. Although I would probably be in Division III Weapons as a sophomore. Clint and Dad have been training me with all sorts of gadgets since I was walking."

"Is there a Division IV class for stupidity?" asked Peter, "Because that's what you are if you'd think to give two-year-old Jack any sort of weapon whatsoever."

I have also finished my Umber essay. With Angelique's help and revision (she had given me her number), it actually turned out pretty well. As Max commented, when he read over it, "It's like reading Longfellow."

I don't know who Longfellow is, but Max's proud face when he read the essay was enough for me.

Last night, I had gotten a text from Natasha informing me that I will be at Stark Tower for most of today, training with her and Clint. Steve is apparently in Asgard for some reason, but everyone else will be there.

Not only am I excited about going to Stark Tower because I need to train some, but because I want some answers. Max hadn't "gotten time" to fill me in on the events of the Long Meeting (as Jack and I call it), but I'm eager now to figure out what's going on. Especially if the news has something to do with Asgard, which may or may not explain why Steve is there now.

I get to Stark Tower around ten, and Max drops me off before heading back to the apartment to do some work.

"Hey, after this, and after your session with Angelique, you and Kyle are going to Boston tonight to get some of the last stuff from the house before packing up completely," he informs me. "Get ready."

I find Natasha and Clint in the training room hallway, in room 15, already going at it. I stand at the doorway and watch the two of them fight it out in a blur of motion. Natasha is combatting Clint's strength by using a series of acrobatic moves, as well as two long sticks that she has whipped from her belt. They fight fiercely, fist on fist, kick on kick, grunting and unrelenting.