I punch at the wall and made a decent sized hole. A godly teenager remarkably, being Asgardian or Frost Giant, can make a lot of damage with their anger. It is just the Midgardian teenagers don't make a hole big as I did. I lower my head towards the floor feel regret and anger.

How could I have left Emily, frozen, back at the Metacla plant? After 4 months of Emily not being there I had to lose her again right at my fingertips. The alarms had gone off and I didn't have the time to unfreeze Emily as it would take too long. SHIELD is probably aware Emily had a young man living in her house similar to a very iffy figure. Odin knows how they reacted learning this very vital fact. The fact some one harbored a fugitive under their house and never bothered to call SHIELD. What is done to people who harbor fugitives? I guess from all the cop shows it ends up with them in jail for a long time under some 'accomplice' term.

I glance over towards my door seeing it is ajar. I have it decorated in nightlight posters. I had to pack before SHIELD agents swooped in under the protection of night and searched for me. I went into my room, get out my large suitcase, and start packing. I made mental notes to myself to do the same for Emily's belongings.After all why not use SHIELD to unthaw Emily and then take her out of the unforgiving building? It seemed logical to me including using what had cut her out of the frozen metacla. Using the enemy's tools to my advantage proves to be a good idea. I noticed my hand is similar to a monkey.

Did I think of a monkey while getting everything packed?

I turned myself into a monkey.

Good, my shape-shifting powers is slowly returning.

What else can I do? So far I can only turn myself back to a mortal looking boy capable of turning blue with red eyes and fearsome lines on the face. Sometimes I wondered how Frigga could live for so long knowing my true heritage but then again she was always there for me like a mother. I wish she were my real mother. To me she is my mother. Everything needed for hiding under the radar is all in a couple luggages with my fingers wrapped around the handle tightly. I hear the sound of tires coming to a standstill outside the house.It is dark outside and inside the house. Yes,I had made sure to turn off all the lights then walk to the living room.

Now is the time to make my escape.

But I didn't make my escape right then.

I climbed on the wall in the pitch darkness.My fingers wrapped around the handles to the luggage's that most mortals will complain about them being over-weight and hurting their arms. Men swarmed into the dark apartment. I felt like a little animal being hunted by a lion in the plains of Africa. I kept my remaining fingers dug into the wall.

"Clear," I heard the first deep broad voice go.

"Clear," Went the second.

"Clear!" Went the third.

"Damn it, this is too clear!" Went the 1st.

"Nobody's here, how about we turn the lights on?" Went the second voice. I stiffen feeling ancy about them turning on the light.

"Serves the ass for ditching us," The 2nd said.

I closed my eyes just hoping for a miracle of the sorts. Bright light met my eyes and a heat vibrates along my face. Why did I never bother looking up most of the time in the living room? Looking up once in a while would have been very helpful for a situation like this. I held my breath watching the men look up acting as though they did not see a thing.

"Too clear," The shortest guy, which the first voice belonged to,said tilting his head. "Wow I can't believe they decorated the walls with black and white."

I open one eye and see in fact the ceiling is ugly. I look over seeing that they turned their attention off the ceiling. I resume breathing feeling better at each passing slow ticking second. I am invisible, I realize, my will of invisibility has returned! Trickery to the mortal eye but not to Thor and many Asgardians.

I wait until the men get into the kitchen. Then I let go off the ceiling landing on the floor with a hard thud. All attention fixated on the empty living room. Then everyone pigged out on left over spaghetti still on the oven. So that is what Cindy had been cooking before going to work. Cindy still had the oven on. I sigh feeling grateful for pasta. I ran out the open doorway.

To be frank Cindy is the best cook I know from my underground assets.

Now after making my escape out of the house; I had to figure out how to get MY Emily from SHIELD's clutches. Getting through SHIELD's defenses can be a troublesome task for a mortal however a god has no problem getting his way using trickery. Now that I think about it I sound really possessive about Emily. I should be worried about that but I am not.

I have feelings towards Emily.