Hannah Zaire Barton is Hawkeyes adopted daughter. She has been living with the avengers for a few months now when she started to have some trouble in paradise.
She feels A LOT but can't exactly organize her feelings. Whether platonic or romantic i...
<next day> I awoke the next day feeling miserable. I just don't know what to do. I can't have them both, I know I can't, but who do I choose?
Do I choose the one who melts my heart and matches my chaotic energy, or do I pick the one who gives me a sense of protection and understands my truth.
Did you know the opposite of love is actually indifference, not hate? Yea, neither did I...
I get up and make my way over to my vanity. I examine myself in the mirror; dark bags under my eyes, hair knotted and messy, face pale and dark, a pure depiction of misery. "Great." I think at myself with an attitude.
All I can manage to think about is "why me?".
I think of my biological mother at that moment, Metis. Her name is Metis. She wasn't as abusive as my father. I quite liked her despite the verbal abuse. She was never really home but when she was, she was brutal to be around.
She looked like me, brownish gold hair with a hint of red, deep brown eyes, paleish complexion. She even had a thing for the ocean, just like me.
She always had this ethereal glow to her, even when she was angry at me. It reminded me of my glow when I mask it, only people who have powers can really truly notice it. She almost seemed to glow brighter while spewing her wisdom and overthinking at me.
She looked like a goddess, her demeanor was like a goddess, and talked like a bitchy one.
Now that I think of it, Rodger never mentioned her while he had me. Not once. It's almost as if she just disappeared. Tony nor Bucky has said anything about her also working with hydra so what happened to her?
For a second, just a small intrusive thought, "What if she is actually a goddess?". No. How could I even think that.
I don't even bother to change out of my pajamas before walking to the kitchen for breakfast.
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As I entered the kitchen the room filled with silence.
I have a feeling, a feeling like some of them are still scared of me. Thor broke the silence, "Ah, lady Hannah, did you slumber well?" He said coming in for a hug. I hugged him back as movement and noise returned to the room.
"Yes Thor. Thank you." I said shooting him a smile. I don't think he could ever be scared of me, he's my best friend...
"When parents and children are temperamental opposites, the results can be explosive." I thought. Another one of those intrusive thoughts. I read it in some parenting article.
"Hey Thor? Loki?" I started. "Um- do you think I could talk with you guys later?" I asked coyly, trying not to bring too much attention to myself.
They both studied my face, then nodded. I gave a tight smile then got my breakfast.
I sat down at the table and tried to make conversation. "Oh dad, how's mom doing?" I asked. He looked up at me and smiled. His face was always brighter when he talked about Laura.
"She's doing good, actually, she said Nathaniel has been quite happy every time she mentioned your name!" He exclaimed.
That melted my heart.
"God I miss them, can we visit soon?" I asked. "Only if I can come." Said Pietro, joining us at the table. Clint let out a airy laugh. I just smiled. "Sure punk, as long as you promise not to make Cooper vomit with your running again."
The table erupted in giggles. "Whatever old man." Said Pietro with a laugh of his own.
<around noon> Thor and Loki were just hanging out in my room with me when I finally built up the courage to ask. "Does the name Metis have any significance to you? It was my mother's name."
Thor spoke first, "Lady Hannah, what is the meaning of this? Although, now that I think, Metis is actually a titan goddess.".
"She is the goddess of wisdom, and deep thought. She is also very cunning and can sometimes be associated with betrayal in some events. She has temperance in her feelings and thoughts." Said Loki.
My face grew paler with each word. "I have met her but I haven't seen her in ages. I would say around 25 Midgard years." Said Thor.
Loki continued- "Sometimes her overthinking can flare up and as a result she starts to give her unwelcome wisdom to whoever she feels. I believe we could say it's the price of being the goddess of deep thought."
"Is something wrong Lady Hannah?" Asked Thor. "If I might ask, what does she look like?" I asked, struggling to maintain my composure.
"Uhm if I remember right, brownish red hair, fair complexion, a bit glowy. I think she hides some of that glowyness because I've seen her upset and she's pretty bright." Replied Thor. "She looks a bit like you." He said with an oblivious giggle.
Loki studied my reaction closely. "Actually, my brother is quite right. You do look like her." He said, thinking about each individual word as he spoke.
"She is Greek. The greek gods never really liked humans at all. Us Norse gods intermingle with mankind in Midgard a lot more." Said Thor.
"Do you think," I started. My glow grew brighter as I began to lose myself in my own head. Room for my brain seemed to appear so much smaller at this second. I tried my best to pull myself back out.
"My mother, she- god I never really thought anything of it. I thought she had a bit of a glow to her, but- I don't know."
"Oh my god My little midgardian, is your mother Metis, goddess of wisdom and deep thought?" Asked Loki shocked to his core.
"I don't know, oh god, maybe." I replied, just as surprised.
"I am her polar opposite." I began, "she is full of wisdom and able to control her mind, she thinks thoroughly before acting. I cant control my mind or emotions, I am reckless, and if I think too deep I lose control."
"When parents and children are temperamental opposites, the results can be explosive." I thought again.
The three of us sat in complete paralyzing shock.
My mind raged, the cacophony filling my senses. This is not a ubiquitous thing at all. The more the concept swirled around, the deeper I fell down the rabbit hole.
"If she is my mother and I got powers from her... why did she make me leave? She forced me away." I thought.
"She's either an apathetic, indifferent monster, or she's a coward."
"Guys, I think- I think I'm a half-breed. A possible demigod."
