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S.H.I.E.L.D was wary this time ... Tarene had evaded S.H.I.E.L.D custody once already, [i]and[/i] she'd managed to slip off the radar, albeit briefly. Even without the mythical hammer, Mjolnir, which S.H.I.E.L.D knew Thor (the [i]original[/i] Thor) now possessed, they were positive she was still a threat. It was impossible to quantify the strength, the power, contained in Mjolnir, and no one was quite sure how strong Tarene was without it. One thing was certain though, no one wanted to risk fighting toe-to-toe with the fallen Goddess. 

With Thor's word, S.H.I.E.L.D's agents were allowed to relax somewhat, they knew Thor had the hammer and that he could overpower Tarene. They knew she'd sworn an oath, they just had to trust she'd keep it, not many believed that yet but so far, she hadn't crushed any skulls despite being escorted to a reinforced containment facility. 

Coulson had ensured she was made comfortable of course, and that her wishes (if they were reasonable enough) were granted. She ate better than she had in months. She had no money when she came to Midgard, and Dwight had ordered takeout for her countless times, but Asgardian appetites were [i]ermm...[/i] HUGE. She ate heartily for the first time in months. Her "cell" wasn't really much of a cell, since she'd come willingly, they'd spared her a bare cage and instead given her a roomy space with modest but sturdy furnishings. It was more akin to a small studio or college dorm-room rather than a prisoners cell. Still, she was largely confined to her cell, allowed the occasional respite of being escorted by a troupe of guards from one place or another to stretch her legs from time to time. 

She took to studying and learning about Midgard, though she was a dreadfully impatient student and terrified some of the agents who tried to explain the internet to her (although not intentionally terrifying them). Dwight was allowed to visit and he seemed to think S.H.I.E.L.D's cell was the best place for her until she was ready to intergrate into modern Midgardian society, she had to learn the basics otherwise she'd only get into more trouble again. 

She'd just about managed to navigate the Skype app on her iPhone (though a great deal of it still mystified her) and rang Dwight.
[b]"Tarene! Hi, why are you calling at this hour?!"[/b] Dwight yawned, struggling to straighten his glasses and rub sleep out of his eyes. 
[b]"I DID IT!"[/b] she declared with a hearty laugh. [b]"I have made the  I phone connect to your You phone."[/b]
Dwight let out an exhausted sigh and wondered if it was worth explaining that all iphones were ... iphones. [b]"They're both iPhones Tarene."[/b] he sighed, already regretting beginning to correct her. 
[b]"But this is the phone of I, Tarene, and I have used it to call your phone, that of You, Dwight. Thine phone is not mine phone"[/b] she seemed cheery at figuring out how to use at least one function which was great progress at least. 
[b]"Ah, I have a question. Why do the birds war with the pigs? I do not understand this."[/b]
[b]"What?"[/b] Dwight was thoroughly befuddled at this question which was exceptionally unusual even for Tarene. 
[b]"On iPhone there is birds filled with a fury I cannot understand and they launch themselves at pigs, but the root of this war I cannot understand."[/b]
Dwight couldn't help but laugh, [b][i]"Angry Birds[/i] is a game Tarene, it is fun."[/b]
[b]"There is little joy to be found in war Dwight, you dare call war a game?!"[/b] she sounded slightly offended, though it was muddled with confusion, Dwight knew she was not angry at him, but concerned about this "war". 
[b]"Don't worry Tarene, the birds and pigs aren't real ... its like ... um ... It's like a sparring match, it is a "practice war" but it isn't real. Listen, its really late, I'm glad youre learning to use your iphone, but you should probably get some sleep."[/b]
As Dwight complained about the ungodly hour and the trivialities of Angry Birds, a shimmering, rippling mist coalesced in Tarene's cell. Immediately her gaze and her thoughts were pulled toward the glittering translucent shape as it gradually curled and unfurled to form a familiar figure. 
[b]"By the Gods-."[/b] Tarene gasped, the phone dropped from her hands as she stared at an enemy she'd not battled for quite a long, long time.

[b]"Tarene. It's been quite a long time."[/b] the figure smirked.

[b]"[i]Tara-? Tara. Are you there?"[/i][/b] the line went dead and Dwight was cut off. 

[b]"I did not expect to find you here on Midgard ... nor did I expect to see you in a cell. You were such a fierce little thing back on Asgard, now you're locked away like a petty thief."[/b]
[b]"Enchantress. What brings you here?"[/b] Tarene bristled. 
[b]"It seems you've forgotten yourself, I'm flattered you remember me"[/b] Amora smiled, [b]"I think the real question is what are [i]you[/i] doing here? The Tarene [i]I[/i] knew could easily free herself from this prison, not sit here playing with human trinkets"[/b] Amora gestured at the iphone. 
[b]"This is where I belong, it is the wish of my King, until I am ready to serve him elsewhere"[/b] Tarene insisted. She was only here until she was safe enough to be released to the rural house in Montana. 
[b]"Your King imprisons you like a traitor. Tell me, why is it, you are locked away in here and his brother Loki is free to roam where he pleases? Should the God of Lies not be here in your stead?"[/b] Amora smiled smuggly, watching the expression on Tarene's face shift as she agonised over thoughts Amora was stirring up in her head. 
[b]"This is where I belong, and were that not the case, I have lost Mjolnir. I have lost my power."[/b]
[b]"You had power before you had [i]that[/i] hammer, and you can have power again, I can give it to you."[/b] Amora's hands shifted and shimmered, a solid golden warhammer appeared in her grasp. [b]"I think it's time we worked together, you and I."[/b]
Tarene felt Amora's allure grip her, pull at the fringes of her mind and she tried to resist. [b]"Thor would never agree to such a partnership, I cannot fight with you, for you, beside you, Enchantress. You have betrayed friend and foe alike. I do not trust you."[/b]
[b]"This isn't about trust dear Tarene, but necessity. The Thor you saw before you in Wales is not the Thor of Asgard, tell me you [i]sensed[/i] it. You who knew him so well and cared for him so dearly. He is not the same Thor he was on Asgard, this one is blighted, corrupt and the real Thor needs saving. I know, we have been rivals in the past, you and I, but despite my treachery, I have always greatly revered Thor. The Thor we knew would never ally himself with a snake like Loki, there is no one else who can save him but you and I."[/b]

The Enchantress's form began to quiver and vanish.
[b]"Enchantress wait-"[/b] Tarene reached out for the glittering figure but it was too late and she vanished again as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent replaced her, a taze-gun at the ready as the door swung open. 
[b]"Tarene is everything alright? The scanners went haywire, what happened down here?"[/b] he asked. 
[b]"Everything is quite fine, I am unharmed, rest easy agent, I mean you no harm."[/b] she insisted. 

Hesitant, the agent turned away and the door clicked shut behind him. The Enchantress didn't return, but Tarene had a feeling she hadn't seen the last of her just yet ...