Chapter 5- Worthy?

  I look at the Mjölnir and then at my newfound family. Well, I guess not new to me. I'm new to them, that's for sure. Then I look at the hammer and put my hand around the handle. And all of a sudden, I was in a flashback.

-Flashback-

  He stared at 6 year old me. Such hatred in his eyes. But then again, what could 6 year old me do for a guy like him? I looked down at my unicorn stuffed animal. I had called her Sparkles. She was the only thing I had to remember my mother by.

He snatched her from my hands, "You are the one that killed her. You don't deserve her things."

Tears cloud my vision, "But daddy, I- I didn't mean to!"

He pushed my head up and put his hand around my throat, "If I could trade you for her, I would."

I struggled to breathe, "D- Dadd-dy I can't... I-I can't-t bre-reathe." 

  All I could feel in that moment was the lightheadedness and his hand around my throat. Killing me. In his head, I was just a token of what he had lost. In my head, I now was a murderer. Darkness clouded my vision as I fell unconscious. 

-End Flashback-

  I could feel Tony's hands around me as air filled my lungs. I then pushed his hands off of me. It was a reflex by now. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Uh. Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I lied.

"I'm not an idiot." He says, still visibly concerned for me.

"Grabbing the handle of Thor's hammer," I start, "Pushed me into an old memory."

Bruce piped up, "What was it?"

"Oh, nothing." I shrug off his question.

"Damn it, Abigail, you will keep yourself in this hole until you talk to someone."

Tony's tone scared me, so I backed away.

"Shit kid," He says, "What did your stepfather do to you?"

"If I may," Bruce includes himself in our conversation, "I have her file here."

Tony looks over it, rage filling his eyes, "If I had known... that bastard wouldn't be alive today."

I flinch at his threat, but I tell him.

"It was a memory of when I was six." I begin, "He took away the only thing I had of my mom. Told me I didn't deserve it since I'm the one who killed her. He then grabbed my throat and choked me until I fell asleep. Unconscious, whatever."

Everyone looks at me with pity.

"Guys!" I exclaim, "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want your pity!"

  Everyone looks away from me and I use it as my chance. I grab the hammer and pull. To my surprise, it doesn't weigh as much as I thought it would. But technically, it doesn't weigh much to the people who are worthy.

"Crap." I say.

Everyone looks at me, mouths wide open.

"Looks like I'm queen of Asgard, bitches!"