Marvel? Check. Avengers? Check. Psychiatrist who is the almost best friend of all the team? Check. Thor asking huge favor of said Psychiatrist to try and reform his crazy adopted brother? Check. Said Psychiatrist being driven to the brink by said crazy adopted brother? Um... That is still up in the air.
Disclaimer: I OWN ONLY MY OC!
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Prologue
The young woman examined the papers carefully, reading the file on her latest patient. The phone was ringing, but she was ignoring it. Her dark blond hair was pulled back into a tight high ponytail, and her green eyes scanned the print quietly.
The walls of her office were decorated with pictures of national landmarks, and one group picture of her most famous, and frequent, patients. Five men and one woman, all smiling and waving on the balcony of a tower in New York.
Her cell beside her finally rang as the house phone stopped ringing. She put down the file and looked at the device as the name S.H.I. . Director N. Fury blinked on the screen.
Sighing, she slid her finger across the screen and pressed speaker as she picked the file back up.
"What Nick?" she sighed as she took notes on the file.
"Did you hear about what happened in Greenwich?" he asked in a slightly annoyed voice.
"Yes, and in New York." She turned a page. "Your point?"
"Well… Loki is alive."
The woman paused, and slowly lowered her file again, and picked up the phone. "Repeat that."
"Loki, Thor's adoptive brother, is alive, after being believed to having died helping Thor," Nick answered. "Thor's friends, the warriors Three and Sif, discovered him impersonating Odin, and then captured and replaced Odin. Thor as requested that—after Odin has finished stripping Loki of his powers and strength—that you be in charge of his reformation."
"Come again?"
"Thor wants you to turn Loki into a good guy."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" The woman sighed.
"I don't know!"
"Send a ride for me. I'd like to visit the Avengers."
"Already on the way Dr. Thatcher."
"Thanks," she hung up, and then got up and headed to her room to pack while canceling all appointments for the week.
Stepping out of the hovercraft onto the helicarrier, Zyanya shouldered her pack as a tall gentlemen with light blonde hair came towards her.
"Hello Steve," she said as she walked over.
"Zyanya, how was your flight?" He said, taking her bag and offering his arm politely.
"Good enough," she said, taking his arm. "How is everyone?"
"We all want to kill Stark."
"Of course you do," she patted his wrist as she looked around.
The crew was working, checking the aircrafts that were parked, ensuring the restraints were working.
Next to greet Zyanya was Bruce and Clint, shortly followed by Natasha and Tony when they reached the main room.
"Hello Zyanna," Tony said with a grin.
"I've explained this. It's "Zy-An-Ya", Tony," she sighed.
"Whatever. What brings you—"
"Where's Thor? I need to talk to him," Zyanya sighed.
"I am here, Lady Zyanya," the voice of the Asgardian said behind her. "I'm sure you are here about my request."
"Yes, I am. Shall we go to my office and talk?" Zyanya turned and walked off, the Thunderer following while the rest of the others blinked and looked at each other.
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A/N First story. Hope you enjoyed it, please provide constructive crictism