Natasha opened her eyes, looking around her with puzzlement. Her body was in terrible shape, yet she somehow managed to survive from that and she felt something in her hand.
" This..."
A glittering orange gem was placed in her along with a pendant that was broken down into two pieces. Her eyes quivered due to the feelings which were clasping her heart. Tear drops fell from her eyes as she hugged the pendant while crying with happiness.
" Art, you saved me yet again. I will always be with you even in my afterlife. So, wait for me!"
She said, staggering to get up. Her hands trembled from the pain, bones were cracking like branches, but she bit her lips and forced herself to get up. Her eyes were getting blurry from the severe trauma and blood loss despite her strong will to live.
Swoosh*
" Nat, you are alive. How did you survive? and that is the soul gem that we have been looking for."
Clint shouted with joy, hugging her gently. He went to the ship, knowing she was in a dire situation, but it didn't matter. She survived the impossible and he could see her smile again.
Meanwhile at other times.
Asgard was glowing with glory like in normal times. The huge castle surrounded by the metal building looked majestic and a few were allowed to enter such place. Thor darted around the castle, dodging the people who were walking inside the palace. He knew he was screwed up if he was seen by someone, thus he was darting around the pillars, hiding like a girl despite his huge body.
Step*
" What are you doing, my son?"
Thor heard the familiar voice from his behind. His body trembled as he tried to not look back, however, he underestimated the queen. Frigga looked at her son with worry because he was wearing tattered clothes and he smelled awful, unlike his smell.
" I, er... Mom, I didn't know you were here. I need to go to the toilet before I broke my bladder. Oh my!"
Thor ran in the other direction, but he was caught by Frigga's iron hands like he was a child. He felt the grip was tightening and he was scared to meet his mother for many reasons.
" Thor, what are you hiding? Are you hiding a bottle of wine again? I told you not to drink in the palace. Where are those scoundrels?"
Frigga said, showing the irration on her calm face. Thor was almost pissed when he heard his mother's angry tone. He knew he was screwed either way, so he turned around and faced his mother.
" You! What happened to your eye and why are you so fat? Look at these. You used to be a charming prince and now you look like a lost soul from Helheim. When did you even wash last time?"
Frigga scolded her son, showing her disappointment. She knew this Thor wasn't his Thor, but even so, he was still her son. As a mother, she always had strict rules and etiquette. Although she tolerate Thor for many reasons, she couldn't believe her son was dressing these shabby clothes and his health was worse than before. She could tell he was far stronger than her son, the looks were just miserable.
She pulled him to her chamber, trying to talk with him.
Open*
" You used to be a handsome man, but now you look worse than your old father. How could you go like this? What would others think? Your hair and your body are already ruined and shave this beard to the proper level. You look more like a Dwarf than a god."
Frigga said, cleaning his hair and combing it. Thor went his relaxed mode, placing his hand on his belly while looking at his mother.
" Mom, I missed you so much. You must guess that I am from the future."
Thor choked, tears dripping from his eyes for the first time in the last centuries. He held his tears so long that he was on the brink of an eruption.
" Sigh, at least eat something healthy. Something must be happened to me in the future, but don't talk about it. My fate is already sealed with Asgard. My son, you don't have to hold back anymore. Live freely and find a family to settle down. Although I can't see my future, I believe you will live happily with your family and friends. You have Loki, 4 warriors, and Art who are always there for you."
Frigga placed her forehead on his forehead to calm him down.