Snow White and Steel Blue

Chapter One

Above is a reference photo for the car later mentioned, enjoy. 

I tied my hair back and then used a red bandanna so the small strays stayed out of my face, there was lots of work to be done. I started with the snacks that could last a couple of days then moved on to devising a list of things that were needed from the store. I took the tear stained paper and put on my shoes. I hopped on the bike, it still purred as if the world hadn't stopped turning. The world was still turning, but mine wasn't. A few days ago, just hours before New York was smashed to pieces and the world found out about aliens, my father was murdered. He was murdered at work by a ragging lunatic, an Asgardian hell bent on world domination.

I pulled up about a meter from the tree line and parked the bike out of sight. I walked over to the dock and hoped in the small boat, pulling out and headed for the main land, the island of Manhattan. I lived on a privately owned island 20 minutes from New York, the island is off the grid. As far as the American government is concerned it is a vacation house and is uninhabited for most of the year. The house doesn't even show up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s records. That's the way my father and God father wanted it.

I walked to the super-market and grabbed a few items from my list. Fury would be furious if he found out I had come out here alone without alerting someone, but what he didn't realise was I had to do this all the time. Dad would be away on missions for weeks at a time and only he and Director Fury knew about my existence, let alone my relation to the company. They were spies, they tried to hide it from me but I was a better spy then they thought. I was a human experiment for Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s number one enemy. I was with a group of others, they spliced our DNA with that of animals and then trained us in multiple areas of expertise, including hand to hand combat and weapons, we were the perfect little spies. Thankfully S.H.I.E.L.D. saved me and my dad loved me as if I was his own from the beginning.

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Days passed in a blur, before I knew it Friday had come. Tony Stark was nice enough to let us use his tower for the gathering after the main ceremony. The funeral was touching, everyone wiping away tears. I got up to say a few words, I heard some chatter behind me, people whispering. 'Who is she?' 'Does anyone know who she is?' 'Is she a niece maybe?' Fools.

"I spent a great deal of time with Phil, he would tell me stories about Captain America,' I said with a slight laugh, the crowd laugh lightly as well. 'We would dance around the room and watch old movies. We played spy games and he always won.' I smiled a fake smile I had perfected so well, turning the coffin where he lay, 'As surely as you were loved you will be missed. The best years of my life have been spent with you. With your memory alive in our hearts, I am sure we will all carry on." I stepped towards the coffin and grabbed a rose and placed it on top of the black box. Returning to my chair I gained many sorrowful looks from the people sitting, most of them agents. I remembered their faces from the few times I was at S.H.I.E.L.D. however they didn't recognise me. How hard is it to remember a young girl with hair so white it looked like freshly fallen snow down to her waist? Pathetic.

We all hopped in cars and made our way to Stark tower. The 3rd floor had not been damaged and was perfect for a gathering. The other day I had turned this meeting room into a mourning room. There were tables set out with nibbles and tea and coffee, plus sodas for the kids. There were Captain America themed cookies in the design of the shield. But that was mostly the only bold colours in the room. A few chairs lined the walls and I found one and sat. I was shocked that my legs hadn't already given out under me. I sat in the corner in my black 50's styled mourning dress, looking at no one and no one dare approached. Director Nick Fury came over with a plate of food and a coffee. He sat beside me and pulled a soda out from under his arm, handing it to me.