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Never have I been trusted with something like this, I never wanted to get involved into this classroom but now here was this young girl, going through pretty much what I went through to a degree but got the worse end of the belt. Just to give her an answer I agreed. With that she raced out.

The semester continued to go one and just before what the Midgardian's call 'summer' vacation, I had seen that once again (y/n) was missing. The teacher stood in front of the classroom and she made an announcement that somehow struck me to the core.

"Student, I'm afraid I have some news. I had just received word from (y/n)'s uncle that she had been in a terrible accident and won't be back in school for the rest of the year." None of the kids paid any heed, and to those that did especially the spoiled princess (y/n) had beaten the daylights out of muttered.

"Serves her right. Probably got a stupid concussion." Her and her friends snickered which made me take the meter stick and slam it down right in front of her desk, barely missing her hand by a centimeter.

"Why don't you speak up Ms. Blake so that the entire class can hear you?" I sneered. She looked up at me frightenedly and slunk down into her seat. "Oh come now don't be shy. You clearly had something to say, and I think everyone else would agree that it would be hilarious since it you're your posse laugh like a bunch of hyenas." She still didn't say a word. "Cowardly little bitch." I muttered then before I could be lectured by either her or the teacher, I decided that I had had enough of being in this stupid place, so I vanished from the classroom not even caring what would happen.

I took out my phone and scrolled through it wanting all this to end right now. I may have promised her that I wouldn't tell but since when as the God of Mischief ever kept a promise? I pressed the person I wanted to contact and pressed the device to my ear. I heard it ring a few times and I heard the greeting.

"Agent Romanoff; we need to talk."

I met with her in a public café/restaurant but of course we didn't sit together, didn't want anyone distracting us.

'So what was it you called me here for?' I heard her voice through a coms link I was given a while ago.

"Just for the record I'm not doing this because I care for someone but I am curious."

'Uh-huh sure Loki.' I rolled my eyes at the mocking of her tone.

"What's the punishment you Midgardians have for a guardian who abuses their child?" I didn't hear anything from her end. "Romanoff? Romanoff you still there?"

'Just so we're clear and you better not be lying about this. Are you sure that this child is in fact being abused?'

"Yes. I've seen a couple bruises. And the uncle calls in saying she's had either 'colds' or 'accidents'. And it turns out she won't be in for the rest of the school year. He's claimed she's had a 'terrible accident'."

'What's the child's name?'

"(Y/n) (l/n)." I looked over to see her on a tablet and it appeared she was typing something.

'No hospital records, says her parents died when she was just 4 years old, custody of her went to her father's younger brother. Her uncle. And he's no stranger to law enforcement. No charges of domestic abuse but definitely drug charges, evading police, and public indecency.'

"So what'll happen now?"

'This goes beyond police force, this is a direct call to Child services. Now Loki please tell me and confirm one last time. Did you see any bruises on her.'

"Yes. One along her eye and some fingermarks on her wrist. What will they do with her once this is all proven to be true?"

'What they always do. They'll put her in the system and give her a foster home. You still want to go through with this?'

"Just do it." I took the commlink out of my ear and stood up and walked away.

A week has passed and as I was merely flipping through the channels I saw on the news (y/n)'s picture up on the screen and a film footage of the man who I assumed to be her uncle being escorted by police. The reporter states that they had arrested him just before he almost killed her with an 8in. knife.

The school was also questioned and the teacher beyond air headedness of not seeing the signs of a child being abuses was fired from her teaching job and the principal was being questioned for not having any suspicions on these frequent accidents or so called flus.

"Looks like they finally got him." I heard Agent Romanoff's voice say from behind me. "And just in time too. You know you did a good thing for that little girl."

"This wasn't a good deed." I stated firmly.

"You know, you always hold up this wall around you. It's okay to let your guard down just once in your life. You knew that if police and child services didn't get there on time, she would've been dead." I sighed heavily and had to admit she was right, but of course I didn't admit that out loud.

"You just better not have given my name."

"Don't worry I sent it as an anonymous tip from a concerned assistant teacher at the school." I switched off the TV and that's when Stark came up and he said.

"Oi Reindeer games, you got a letter." No surprise it's probably another death threat from someone whose family member or loved one I had killed in the invasion.

"Just burn it and don't waste my time."

"Really cause it's from the hospital sent by that kid who was taken to the hospital. So if you......"

"Hand it over Stark." I demanded.

"Wow all it took was a little girl for you to become so—"

"Just hand me the damn letter!" I took the letter out of his hand and transported from them main room to my bedroom. I personally sealed the doors and windows shut as I opened up the letter. Low and behold it was from (y/n), I recognized that handwriting anywhere.

Loki,

I know it was you that got a hold of child services. Mrs. Murray is too dunce to have suspected anything, and sure as hell none of the other teacher or faculty cared.

Now because of you my uncle is being put in jail while I am being put in the foster system. I could end up going to a worser family you know? Sometimes the system just fails kids like us and puts us with sex offenders or drug dealing abusive assholes like my uncle. So if I appear on the news again, then thanks for causing my death.

But then again I could get that one in a million good home where someone treats me with kindness and love that my mum and dad once did before they died. Maybe I may not even live in New York anymore, I did always want to live out in the country. Grown up with a barn, have some dogs, ride horses, take care of the chickens and cows.

Whatever happens but one can dream, maybe it may not happen but I kinda hope it does. I know I.....haven't been the nicest to you, rather distant and cold but that's what I've had to do in order to protect myself. Especially when it comes to my uncle clobbering me. So if I did have to say one thing in this letter that I hope won't offend you, it's this.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

(Y/n) (l/n)

I softly smiled and tucked the note away into a safe place.

"Good luck my dear. I hope you get that dream farm of yours." From one abused child to another, I guess you could say I did a good thing for her.