Before you came back into my life in the suit; I had some rough times and drank mead. You know what mead is, Emily? Good, then we are on the same page. Midgard's mead is much different from the one on Asgard. Asgardian mead is much superior in every way than Midgardian mead. Cindy decided to hang around one day when she smelled off my breath.

"You're drinking," Cindy said.

"Just a bottle," I said, not harmed by the effects of drinking.

"That's all it takes to become an addict," Cindy said. "One bottle is enough for you, Mr!"

"You are in no position to be my parent," I said.

"How many bottles have you drink?" Cindy asks.

"Long as Emily been dead," I said.

"Emily wouldn't want you to drink," Cindy said.

"Don't bring Emily into this," I said.

"Your loved one wouldn't want you to do it," Cindy said. "And I am going to help you get out of it!"

Don't be surprised Emily, I am a recovering addict. Stop looking at me like that; I was not a puppy trying to drown out my sorrows back then. Well, now that you say it maybe I was doing that. The next day Cindy came back with everything packed and ready to go. She made herself at home in no-time complaining about the parental controls on the laptop I can't get off. She quickly took it off using her hacking skills.

"Told you I am going to help you," Cindy said.

"By driving me mad?" I ask. "That is not close to helping."

"First you are going to a support group," Cindy said. "At least two; one for your drinking problem and dah other for your grieving."

"I am not grieving!" I raise my voice.

"Sorry little boy, but you are," Cindy said, looking off to the backdoor. "And someone hasn't been weeding dah backyard." She gets on big dark gardening gloves. "Time to do some weeding!"

Like I said this was before the armored figure into the lights of television. About one month before it became wide known. Cindy actually ordered me to clean up the house like a servant, can you believe that? Cindy, ordering me, to do what servants do on Asgard! I am not comparing myself to Cinderella, do I really sound like that? I do not intend to sound that way.

One day in March is when I learned of this figure.

"We have breaking news today about a armored figure breaking into Boston's mall and killing several people," A reporter went on the television. I look up from mopping the floor. "So far we have only received news this figure had been in a fight against Earth's Mightiest Hero's and came out of it alive."

I saw the armored figure drop a woman to the ground in the background.

She reminded me of the woman you hanged around back in Boston.

That was Polly?

I didn't know who she was back then but it was puzzling.

"The figure is coming this way!" The reporter said, turning towards the armored figure.

The reporter held out their microphone.

"Do you, sir, have anything to say?" The reporter asks.

The armored individual aims their arm after the reporter and shot out a range of bullets right at the two. Of course the camera man and reporter ducked the shots. The figure flew into the air using jet boosters. If that person, I figured, escaped the Avenger's clutches then perhaps this is a viable opponent I should be wary of.

That night I decided to sneak into the Wayland-Yutani corporation to steal some in progress parts. The rest I had help from my underground assets who live some where else except for Cindy; she has taken into living a different room she made herself.

"How do I look?" I ask.

Cindy was eating ramen noodles when she saw me.

"Looks good on you," Cindy said.

I decided then to use my black hats.

"Do you like hacking into security cameras?" I ask.

Cindy spits the ramen in to the bowl.

"What?" Cindy asks.

"Hacking into security cameras," I said.

Cindy blinks.

"You mad?" Cindy asks.

"This armored figure may come around one day," I said. "It is time I begin making myself high profiled."

"You need a mask to cover your other facial features," Cindy said. "And dat helmet is way too small." She points to the red helmet. " You need a larger football helmet. Do you gotta name for yourself?

"Skill Seeker," I said. "Always looking for skills and using them against new comers."

"Joseph is good at hacking into cameras," Cindy said.

"I can work with that," I said. "Give me his number."

"Work on that suit,Loki, and then we can talk," Cindy said.

So I went to the abandoned next door house and built my own more improved costume inside the garage. Making my weapon—which you destroyed a month later—took precision and time. I cut out some material using a mirror as my guide to which mask looked better. Eventually I started putting on other garments like a fashion model because I was bored and made a big older version of the tricycle down the street in my hours of boredom. I came to the back to house after play time was over.

I shook Cindy awake.

"Whut?" Cindy asks.

"How do I look?" I ask.

Cindy's eyes went wide and she makes the couch fall over.

"Good," Cindy said, with a squeak.

"Phone number," I said, with my hand out holding the notebook paper and pen.

I do not know where exactly the other two men live. That is the point of underground assets; you normally do not know where they are,Emily. Before I had gone off to the HQ I had the assets gathered and informed them not to visit the house that night. At least this is after the day you called me on the payphone in the city.

After that phone number; I really made a living making myself high profiled.