Ok, if you by any chance read my other story The Archer and The Professor, then you will recognized Kaia. If you haven't read my other story, never fear you won't have missed anything too important. So, here is the first chapter! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Steve maneuvered the van with ease threw the New York streets. Natasha sat in the seat beside him staring out into the inky black night, scattered with city lights. He heard her sigh, and then shift in her seat to look at the woman barely visible in the dark interior.

"What do you think they'll do with her", Tasha whispered into the darkness.

Steve glanced at the beautiful redhead, and sighed.

"I have no idea. I just know that it will be safer for everyone involved if we take her to SHIELD. Surely they can find someone they can consult with."

He saw her red curls bob as she nodded her head. The rest of the ride was made in silence until they pulled up in front of the giant grey stone building at the edge of town. Steve had called ahead and told them what had gone down, so he wasn't surprised to see several agents hiding in the shadows of the big concrete pillars.

He got out, and made his way to the back of the van where he opened the double doors. The glow of the street lights cast an eery glow into the darkness. He could make out the willowing shape of the woman as she made her way to where he stood. Her eyes were downcast, and her hands shook slightly.

"It's alright, there's nothing to be afraid of. We're going to take you to someone who can help."

Steve gently cupped his hand around her elbow to help her alight from the van. He kept his hand on her arm as he led her into the building, Natasha following slowly behind them. They entered a stairwell, and climbed the three flights of stairs to the third story. Both the soldier and assassin looked nervously at the trembling woman at their side.

Kaia was trying desperately to keep her fear under control. The man and woman escorting her up the stairs had already proven that they only wanted to help. She kept her green eyes averted, glued to her bare feet as she climbed each step. She was cold, tired, and filthy. All she wanted was a warm bath and a soft bed.

Soon, they came to a halt. Kaia looked up briefly to see that they were about to enter a large steel door. She ducked her head, and again followed the two strangers. She could hear faint murmurs, and then the man beside her began to speak.

"Director Fury, this is Kaia. Wright was holding her prisoner, and using her as a weapon."

"What could this rag doll do", a deep voice asked harshly.

"Quite a lot sir, we believe she's Asgardian."

At this, Kaia stiffened. They knew! She felt her fear bubbling to the surface, she covered her face with her hands in an attempt to calm herself. However, it was too late. A loud bang sounded to her right. She looked up in time to see a desk fly against a wall. She heard a low curse come from the man in front of her, the man who doubted the threat she posed.

"Take her to the cell", he said loudly.

Before she knew what was happening, Kaia was in a glass cage. The two people who had brought her to this place were nowhere to be seen. The room went dark, and she was left completely alone.

Nick Fury stood staring at the woman on the screen.

"So, you believe that she is Asgardian?"

"That is the only explanation for her speech, dress, and abilities", Natasha said to the director's left.

"Great, we just got rid of one dangerous Asgardian to have another one dumped in our laps", Fury said angrily.

"What are you going to do with her, sir", Steve asked turning from the screen to stand before the big mahogany desk that Fury now occupied.

"I don't know. We can't just keep her here, there are too many people at risk. I'll have to see if there is a way to contact Thor, and then get her up in the helicarrier and away from the general population."

Director Fury watched as the two superheroes walked out of his office, and his eyes returned to the screen. The woman lay curled on the floor. She didn't look dangerous, just scared and confused. He picked up his phone and called the only person he knew that might be able to contact Thor.

Jane Foster sat cross legged in her living room floor, a pencil between her teeth, and papers scattered all around her. She had just reached for her coffee cup when her phone rang. She made her way over to the end table where her cell phone buzzed loudly. After checking the caller I.D., she answered hesitantly.

"Hello."

"Ms. Foster, this is Director Fury of SHIELD. We have a situation here, and I was hoping that you would know a way to contact Thor."

"Um, I think I might be able to, but I'm not completely sure."

She heard the man sigh, "Well, please contact me the moment you hear from him."

"Alright, I will."

"Thank you, and Ms. Foster please tell him it is of utmost importance."

"I most certainly will, sir."

With that she heard the tell-tale click. Jane placed her phone back on the table and began to pace the length of the room. She had never been successful at contacting her alien boyfriend, and now the fate of the world rested on her shoulders. She walked out onto the roof of her apartment building. Only one idea surfaced. 'It's worth a try', she thought.

"Uh, Mr. Asgardian Gate-Keeper, sir. This is Jane Foster, and I need to get an urgent message to Thor. He is needed back on earth for an unknown danger."

Jane immediately felt stupid for standing on her roof and yelling at the sky. Her alien boyfriend would probably never get the message, and then whatever bad thing happened would be all her fault. She should've just told Fury that she had no way to contact Thor. She shook her head as she made her way back inside, and resumed her position on the floor.

Thor stood in the hallway just outside the throne room. He had pled with his father on his brother's behalf until he was blue in the face. Asgard was no longer safe for Loki, but Odin refused to remove him. Their mother had begged him, but to no avail.

Just as he was about to knock, a small boy of about ten tugged on his cape.

"Excuse me, my prince, but the Gate-Keeper says that an urgent message has come for you from Jane Foster, requesting that you return to Midgard."

Thor thanked the lad, and then made his way into big room. His father nodded and waved him forward with a smile.

"My son, to what pleasure to I owe your visit?"

"Father, I have just received an urgent message that Midgard is once again in danger. I request permission to assess the situation, and act accordingly."

"So, what you're saying is that you would like to return to Midgard?"

"Yes, sire, with your permission of course."

"It is granted, my son", the older man said with a smile.

Frigga waited just outside the double doors for her eldest son. She'd heard his request to visit Midgard, and a plan was quickly forming in her mind. Soon her son came striding from the room, and she reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Mother, I did not see you standing there", Thor said in surprise.

"Take your brother with you."

"I can not. He will be no safer on Midgard than he is here, and he must pay for his crimes."

"Please, love, do this for me. Your brother has lost his way, and he needs only to find it again."

Thor looked at his mother, knowing in his heart she was right.

"I will see what I can do, Mother. I will speak to the Midgardians, and see if some arrangement can be made."

With that, Frigga kissed her son's cheek and then watched as he made his way out of the palace. She loved both of her sons, but the younger was her heart's delight. Loki may have done some terrible things, but she knew that somehow he would atone for them.

In the dungeons, below the palace, Loki sat with his back against the wall. He felt that everything had spiraled out of control and he was left with nothing. His head drooped onto his arms, and he closed his eyes. All around him were men who had come to the end of their rope, most awaited execution.

He could feel his sanity slowly slipping away, and the front he showed everyone was getting harder to put up. He was so tired, and yet sleep never came to him. His failures haunted him, as did the thought that he would die there alone and there would be no one to mourn his passing. He raised his head, and looked at his surroundings. He closed his eyes once more as hopelessness threatened to crush him, and darkness surrounded him.

Ok, what did you think? Good or bad, review and tell me your thoughts! :)