Hey, guys! So I haven't touched this fic in a looooong time. At least online. I've been continuing it on paper, but I've decided if I'm going to try to just jump right in, I'm not going to do it looking at old, shoddy work so REVAMP!

...again

I've already redone the first couple of chapters, and hope you all don't hate me for forgetting for so long. I don't think I could have restarted this though without all the positive and constructive feedback I got from you all. It's been a long time and I've gone through a bit that held me back, but I am coming back and with a vengeance so buckle up and get ready for a complete revamp and retelling of a Spellbound Hero.

This fic is being cross posted on and Archive of Our Own, all under xXScarlettMastersXx, and I'll be trying to respond to all comments at the beginning of each chapter for this site, starting with the ones posted after I last updated.

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Thank you again for all the reviews! Special shoutout to NinerFlower.94, who called me out for my bad dialogue insertion way back when, and sankrisid23, who gave me such a burst of confidence and good questions to consider. Also shoutout to , for always pushing me to work on these things. You really are an inspiration, and ask questions that I didn't even consider!

~SM

CHAPTER I

Loki walked down the stairs, overlooking the waddling mortals. He watched as they mingled amongst themselves, unaware of the events that were about to unfold. Grinning, he listened as his team moved into position, his eyes already on his target.

"Ready, boss?" Hawkeye called through the coms. Loki nodded his piece for the security camera. "Let's get going, shall we?" he added, moving forward and darting down the stairs. Just as he reached the base of the marble staircase, a woman in a short but elegant black dress bumped into him. One of the loose chains that were hanging off her shoulder, catching on his staff and preventing him from moving forward.

"Sorry," she said, trying to unlatch it. However, before she could grip it, her sharp red heels caught on the extending train of her dress, toppling her off balance. He grabbed her shoulders and deftly unhooked it, only stopping to momentarily glare into her sea green eyes before moving past. He heard the girl huff, but paid no mind. Annoying little sprite, he thought, before he swung his staff into the nearest guard and grabbed the target by the lapel of his suit jacket. The silvertounged man casually threw him on the stone table in the middle of the room as it erupted in chaos.

The crowd around him gasped and screamed as he took out his instrument and plunged it into the man's eyes. He grinned at the fleeing guests. Squeamish things, mortals were.

Everyone ran as the man twitched shuttered. Screams ricocheted off the walls as the crowd fled. He stood over the body with a mischievous gleam in his eye and faint smirk on his face.

He caught the eyes of one of the fleeing guests and couldn't help but grin again. A familiar sea green stared back before the girl was tugged away by a blonde boy.

The mortals all dashed about him, and he couldn't help but laugh at their expressions, even as something pounded in the back of his mind.

He stepped out of the gala, a smirk on his face as people ran by him in fear. Some things never got old. His suit gleamed as it transformed into his armor, his horned helmet appearing into view.

"Hold it right there!" a police officer yelled. Other police cars whirled behind him. An ambulance siren went off in the background. He didn't say a word as he shot a blast of energy, sending them all flying and the people into fits of terror.

Flashing illusions of himself, he raised his arms to address the masses. "Kneel before me," he commanded over their screams.

When no one complied, he tried again, flashing in front of the gala steps. "I said, KNEEL!" He shouted as he slammed his staff into the ground. They rushed to do so then. Well, fear always was the best motivator.

"Is this not simpler? Is this not your natural state?" he asked, walking among them, his doubles standing guard around them.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity."

He raised his arms out as if to bless them, and they all bowed their heads, though he wasn't sure it was in prayer. "You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel." He could practically smell the fear that was radiating of the humans.

An old man stood in the far corner, barely by himself before he could speak, another voice rose over the crowd.

"It takes a lot more to get me on my knees."

He turned to stare into the vibrant eyes of the girl before. Her blonde friend from before was nowhere to be seen, but she did not seemed worried. The people beside her tried to tug her to the floor, but she shrugged them off, never breaking eye contact. "And definitely not to people like you."

He grinned patronizingly at her, stepping away from the old man. "There are no people like me," he said, but she raised her chin. "There will always be idiots like you, who think they can get whatever they want with power and attitude. I speak from experience when I say they never win." She smirked at him, moving a hand to her hip, "at least not against me."

He snarled but contained himself, instead raising his scepter. "Look to your young one. Let her be an example." Yet before he could fire a blast, it was knocked out of her face.

Blinking, he turned to see the woman's friend expertly twirling a gleaming bronze dagger.

"Well, aren't you interesting," he murmured as the girl unstrapped a longer knife for herself. He fired another bold, but the girl bent backwards, ducking out of the crowd around them took the chance to rush away at his distraction, blocking his view of them.

He pushed one of the barreling mortals out of the way, just in time to see the girl rush him. Quickly, she ducked under his swing and slashed his side, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see her partner protecting the citizens from any stay blasts. He growled at at the inconvenience. Theses mortals were ruining his plans. They were not who he was supposed to be fighting.

Summoning illusions forward, he made the copies of himself attack her, storming her on every side. Yet each only getting slashed and dissipated in a flurry of glinting bronze and and green magic.

"What, Horned Head?" she called as another one faded into nothing but emerald sparks, "scared of a little girl and her glades?" She kicked another out of her way, slicing its head with another glinting blade on the heel of her shoe.

Yelling in anger, he appeared by her side, slashing her and throwing her into the stairs of the building. He walked over to her as she struggled to get out of the mini crater she had created.

"SEPH!" he friend screamed from behind, but was too far way to help, people still rushing about like fools.

He grabbed the girl by her onyx hair and raised her to his level. "What are you?!" he snarled, but she just smirked and kneed his chest before kicking him in the face, still clutching her side, knife long ago abandoned.

He touched the cut the blade in her shoe had left before backhanding her back into the crater. "No matter," Loki growled, taking a step back and raising his scepter again. He fired at the still dazed girl.

…only for it to bounce off a blue, red, and white shield. Loki dodged as the blast ricocheted, but a repulser shot his hand holding the scepter, and another at his gut, knocking him off his feet and away from the injured party.

"You know," Captain America said, watching as the demigod stood again. "the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

The Mischief Maker laughed as he faced the man again. "Ah, the soldier," he replied, "the man literally out of time."

"I'm not the one out of time," the Captain retorted as the quintet hovered above him. A suit of armor landed near him in a crouch, before weapons deployed out of the shoulder blades. The repulsers on the hands and chest ready to go.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games," the metallic voice said. He stepped back, arms up and his armor disappearing in another light show, leaving nothing but a suit behind.

The weapons disarmed. "Good move," the metal man said, before punching the demigod and knocking him out.

The Captain looked from the unconscious demigod to the amour. "Iron Man," he nodded, and the suit nodded back. "Captain."

"Sephone!" another voice cut in behind them.

A blonde boy pushed past the Captain, rushing to the crater in the staircase, Iron Man and Captain America following slowly behind but forgotten.

He scooped the girl up in his arms, frowning in concern as she moaned but sat up. "Hi there," he said softly, his lips twitching into a soft smile.

The girl, Sephone, returned it, reaching up to put a hand on his chest. "Hey there, stranger," she groaned as she tried to sit up. "Still think it was a good idea not to bring weapons? Ugh, everytime we go out to do this 'normal' thing, shit like this happens."

The boy rolled his eyes, but pulled her up more into his lap. "If I remember correctly, we both had weapons on us tonight. So no one really paid attention to that rule."

She grumbled, but didn't seem to have much of an argument. "Still think we should have just gone to the carnival," he mumbled, grunting when she hit his chest.

A cough interrupted the two, and they turned to see two awkward superheroes standing aside, looking out of place.

"Let me help you, miss," Captain America insisted, moving to check her wound. The boy tightened his grip on her

"Thank you, but it's fine," she maintained, clutching the less colorful blonde. The heroes exchanged looks of confusion, but did not move any closer

"No, thank you," he returned, "for doing that. You didn't have to."

She shrugged. She detached herself from the stormy-eyed blond and moved to stand, still holding on to her companion. "I sort of did. I mean, who else was going to stay up to a bully with a glowing stick?"

Tony laughed as the green-eyed beauty got to her feet, lifting his face plate. "I like her," he mock whispered to Steve, who didn't pay him any mind.

"I do too," a voice said from behind them. Everyone swiveled around to see Natasha standing there with her hands on her hip, one very close to a gun at her side. The annoying Asgardian from before was nowhere in sight, assumedly already on the now landed jet. "What I'm wondering is how you learned to fight like that," she said taking a step closer, looking at them closely. They couldn't have been more than eighteen.

The girl opened her mouth to answer, narrowing her eyes along side her partner. Her gown fluttered around her as she took a step forward, before her eyes widened and she doubled over, clutching her stomach.

"Steph," her friend called urgently, catching her around the waist, and slowly cradled her in his arms. When she removed her hand, it was caked in blood.

"Ow," she grimaced, resting her head against the blonde, making eye contact. They seemed to communicate with a few more expressions as he propped her against him, but said no more.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he looked put to see Captain America standing there.

He ran his eyes over her, moving their hands away from the wound. "We can take her to our medical at our base. It's the least we could do." The girl sighed, catching a look from the boy, both surprisingly unworried for such a serious wound, before nodding to the man.

He stood with the girl, swinging her bridle style with practiced ease. He smiled at her light laugh despite the pain it probably caused her. "Lead the way," he told the Captain, seemingly unexerted by the added weight.

Once they were firmly seated, and Seph was secured, Tony turned to the still fussing boy.

"Not to be rude or anything, but I know Bloody Mary's name over here, but don't know who's playing the young Malfoy just yet." The boy rolled his eyes, but didn't seemed phased by the wording, nor moved to answer. That is until Seph nudged him.

He sighed and turned to face the metal man. "Andrew," he said, holding out his hand, "The name's Andrew Chase and this is Persephone Jackson."

Okay! So that was the second-first chapter? Well, revamped first chapter, and I hope you guys liked it! Once again, thanks to every one who supported this fic, both in reviews and likes, and silent applause.

I promise to be back with more, and in a timely manner.

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~SM