So I have absolutely no idea of how this story will be recieved or even if there is another one like it... I am trying to be original but this storyline seems so obvious that I was nervous to even put it up...

Basically Loki's daughter Hel, knew Steve in WWII but doesn't know he's back and goes to conquer Midgard to show her father she's worth something but comes up against the avengers. All that's put up right now is the Prologue of the Past because I don't want to invest to much into it if no one is interested.

I am using Hel from old Norse Myths not from Marvel Universe because I don't like Marvel Hel she's way too two dimensional

I am also going more with Captain Amerca timeline from the comics rather than the movie because in the movie it has Captain America set up in Italy in like 1942 so he never came in contact with the Concentration Camps but it is known that Captain America and Wolverine saved Magneto from the camps so that storyline doesn't make sense. It was Captain America that inspired Magneto to team up with Xavier and create the X-men so ya' know...that's kindof important..

Which leads into wolverine...yup that's right...I put James and Victor in there which I guess is more X-men Origins: Wolverine Movie than Marvel Comic Universe because in most of the comics Victor and James aren' t brothers and aren't fighting together. I am also not delving into the fact that originally they had also sent out Wolverine to capture and detain Bruce Banner.

Everything is so interlaced it's insane...so I'm just taking bits and pieces from here and there and combining them for what I believe to be the most entertaining...if you want another chapter let me know and I can get started on it...I just wanna make sure it's worth the effort.

So...here it is...

"I do not wish to go," the young girl cried, pulling at her arm that was currently being gripped tightly by one of the Asgardians, "It is my desire to go back to mother."

"I do not care of your desires beast," the Asgardian grumbled, "I am simply following the order of Odin."

"May I see father?" the girl asked sadly, desperately.

"He is busy," the Asgardian guard stated through gritted teeth, "Not that you have any business in knowing such a thing."

"I wish to return to my home in Jötunheimr," the girl stated, attempting to drag her feet and slow the man pulling her along.

"Stop your childish behavior," the man growled, pulling at her arm harder, "You will see the All-father and you will be silent in his presence." It didn't take long to get her to Asgard where Odin stood with her brothers, his arms crossed, eye staring her down.

"Hel," the god stated, studying her.

"All-father," she answered in awe…her brothers were here as well? Why would such a thing be necessary? She was suddenly cuffed in the head by the fist of her Asgardian guard.

"What did I say with regards to talking," the man stated angrily, earning a growl from the wolf whom had his muzzle tied to avoid any mishaps regarding his teeth.

"That will not be necessary Abjörn," Odin said, waving dismissively to the guard, "She is the child of Loki and therefore a member of my family…and an Asgardian."

The girl smiled at that, she knew what bravery it took to claim her as family. She was frightening, that much was certain. Her body seemed to be split down the center as the left side of her entire body was black and gave the illusion of decay while the right side seemed as pale and regal as that of her father. She had been bore not long ago and was already being taken from her home due to the fear that she caused.

"What is that?" a voice asked, laced with disgust.

"This, my son, is the child of your brother," Odin stated motioning to the wolf, the serpent and the decaying child.

"These are the children of my brother?" the blonde man asked in awe and disillusionment, "They are not children but hideous beast creatures."

The girl's head dropped in shame and how her new Uncle apparently saw her. She was a disgrace, it was no wonder her father and mother did not wish to see her and left it in the fate of Odin's decision alone. She looked up and attempted to show a brave face, glancing at Jörmungandr and Fenrir in hopes that they would provide support.

"What are your plans with them father?" the large blonde man asked curiously.

"Jörmungandr and Fenrir will have their places," stated the all-father cryptically, "However, Hel will be bestowed the realm of Niflheim."

"An entire realm?" the young god asked in disbelief.

"Yes my son," Odin replied, "It is necessary for the future."

"I do not see how," the blonde God sighed, "However I will trust your judgment father." She noticed by the young blonde's stance that his previous statement had been a lie.

"Will I see mother or father before my departure?" Hel asked anxiously, nervously.

"I am afraid that will be impossible," Odin stated, "Both Loki and Angrboða are busy and have no need for visual evidence of your departure."

'It is not for them' the girl thought sadly, 'it's for me.'

Auschwitz-Birkenau, Oświęcim, Poland

"Teraz możesz być spokojna (Now you may be at peace)," the woman in black stated, hovering over the elderly woman who was struggling to breath against the wooden slab that had been her bed for months.

"Czy zobaczę moją rodzinę (Will I see my family)?" the woman asked curiously, desperately.

"Będziesz (You will)," the cloaked lady responded, placing her hand onto the woman's arm and watching as the skin blackened, instantly killing her before her entire body began to turn black and decay.

The lady in the cloak stood, turning to the next bunk, this one holding a small malnutritouned boy, an infected wound spreading across his leg and making it impossible for him to walk and therefore survive. She sighed sadly, not particularly wanting to send him to Hel but knowing that it was better that he went now rather than later, when he would be in more pain. She moved to the bed and he looked up at her with solomn eyes, knowing what was coming. She looked at him and he smiled, holding his hand out for her silently. She gave him a calming smile and touched his hand...killing him instantly, his body blackening from the touch.

She moved slowly from him as a man burst into the housing annex. She stood and turned suddenly, her Asgardian form still in place to allow her to blend in with the Midgardians.

"Was machst du hier (What are you doing here)?" a guard questioned, drawing his gun. He pointed it at her before glancing at the charred bodies on the bunks, 9 in total. She noticed his gun waver and she couldn't help but smile a bit. She shredded her Asgardian appearance, the woman that the victims saw was a beautiful black haired, fair skinned model, while the woman that the guard was now watching show itself was a frightening beast towering 10 feet tall, scrawny and witch-like with the left side of her body completely blackened and charred, her clothes in tatters.

"Hexe," the man shouted nervously, the woman simply tilting her head to look at him curiously. This man was sending people into gas chambers and burning them alive but he was scared of her.

"Not a witch," she responded smiling, "Der Sensenmann (the Grim Reaper)." Now he was even more scared. He shot his gun at her but she simply absorbed the bullet before spitting it out into her hand. How can the one who is master of the dead be killed? This man really was not thinking about this very well.

"What was that?" they heard a man shout alarmed, banging on the doors of the living quarters angrily. She knew he would be in at any moment and she changed her appearance to one less terrifying, the combination of Asgardian and Midgardian.

The man who had been banging outside began to shoot through the wood repeatedly before finally being able to bust it down; storming into the living quarters with his gun drawn.

The guard turned from the woman before pointing it at the man…now men who had found their way into the annex. The women took advantage and moved on the guard who now had his back to her, touching his face with her left hand and watching and he slumped to the ground face first.

"What did you do to him?" the leader asked. She assumed he was the leader due to the fact that he was wearing a bright red, white, and blue outfit and carried a shield with a star on it.

"Killed him," she answered honestly with a shrug before making her way past them.

"Who are you?" another one asked curiously.

"My name is Helen," she responded, turning back to them and sticking out her right hand. The boys seemed nervous to shake it but the leader seemed to take it in stride and stuck out his hand to grasp hers,

"Captain Rogers."

"Captain," Helen replied with a curt nod. Suddenly her ears perked up and she turned to look out the door again.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"An attack," she answered, releasing his hand and moving to face whatever was coming in their direction.

"Sie alle töten (Kill them all)," she heard someone scream.

"What?" a large man with a beard grumbled confused.

"They know you are here," she answered, "They want us all dead."

"Great," Captain Rogers said with a smile, cocking his gun, "I was hoping for a little fight."

Captain Rogers, his men, and herself had made it out of the camp with more than their fair share of casualties, and not once did she loose her disguise. She had to admit she was proud of herself, but knew the only reason for an involuntary loss of illusion was sadness and sadness was something that she had found herself typically able to control. The killing of killers however, she found fun and exhilarating, not even within the realm of sad.

The group sat at the bar guzzling drinks, the Rogers man not even bothering. Helen herself sat in the corner of the room uncomfortable with the happiness the room seemed to share, it seemed that the Rogers man noticed this and came to join her.

"Not having fun?" he asked curiously, eyeing her.

"I am not one to relish in the destruction of my own design."

"Well you can't really count the killing of Nazis as destruction."

"I count the loss of any life as destruction," she replied, "It is another soul on its Hel journey."

"Well they deserve to go to Hell," Rogers stated with a curt nod, "I hope they burn down there." Helen raised an eyebrow at that.

"Why would you assume that Hel has fire?" she asked curiously, knowing full well that it didn't.

"Stories of the Bible, ma'am," he told her. She eyed him confused, what was this Bible, and what was the point of it when it was clearly giving out incorrect information.

"What if I told you that those stories were just that…stories," Helen mentioned casually, fingering the glass in front of her. She found this Rogers fellow quite interesting.

"There's no way to know that," Rogers replied defiantly, "You have to have faith."

"Faith is for those who fear what they do not know," Helen answered.

"That may be," Rogers agreed, "But everyone fears something…and most of the time, that something is unknown." She nodded her head in agreement,

"You are very wise Captain Rogers," she told him, now looking down to swirl the drink in her hands, "It is a pity that you will go to Valhalla at the time of your death and not join me in Hel."

"You can call me Steve," the man stated, setting his hand on her arm to stop the swirling of the liquid. He was lucky that she had been controlling her power or he would now have been dead by the sudden movement, "And just because you killed someone doesn't mean you're going to hell."

"While that may be true," Helen responded, looking up at him with a smile, "I do not believe it is possible for my eternal home to be anything other than the Hel Halls of Niflheim."

"I'm afraid I don't know what Niflheim is?" he responded confused.

"It does not make a difference," she told him before nodding in the direction of a woman who had just entered the area and seemed to be looking for someone…probably him, "It appears the woman who holds your heart has arrived." He looked up confused by that, but quickly realized her indication and smiled.

"Thanks, you know you're a surprisingly good fighter. You're welcome to join us tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I have many things to do in the morrow but I shall be around and if you should need me you must simply think such thoughts and I shall come."

Helen stood watching as a group of Canadians ran at a group of Hydra soldiers who had taken up a residence in a small town. She had traveled there to collect some of the teen girls that were being savagely beaten and raped…and would soon be disposed of; 90% had no chance of recovery. She had just finished with the last of those who could not be saved and had removed herself from a house as she watched a bunch of screaming men run at the Hydra soldiers.

"Kill 'em all," a man with tight reddish brown beard shouted, "I wanna watch 'em all burn."

The Hydra men seemed unfazed by her appearance in the town and ran past her with no regard as they ran at the men shooting wildly. Helen smiled, touching men as they past and watching them drop around her like flies. When the men had reached her and discovered her collection she noticed the black haired one with mutton chops smile,

"Nice job."

"Thank you," she said smiling before, expending her hand to shake.

"That gonna do the same to me as it did them," he asked curiously, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Not unless I need such a thing to be the case," she responded, "Helen."

"James Howlett," he responded, "But everyone calls me Jim."

"And I," the man who had previously shouted began, "am Victor…Victor Creed."

"It is nice to meet you James…Victor," she responded, nodding to each in turn. They heard a gunshot but could not move away in time as it went through the side of Jim's jaw and lodged itself into Helen's eye. Victor had already run at the man and literally torn him apart, laughing manically to himself while James had turned to the woman who had received the bullet.

Helen watched as James' face quickly healed from the effect of the through bullet and smiled at his surprised look as her eye absorbed the bullet and she spit the metal into her hand. She said nothing and simply placed the saliva covered trinket into his palm, closing his hand around it. "There is nothing left of this village."

Victor had joined James who continued to glance between the bullet and the woman.

"And what does that mean?" one of the enlisted Canadian soldiers asked annoyed, not trusting the woman who had mysteriously appeared.

"It means that I know of a group of soldiers who are in need of assistance."

"And how would you know that?" Victor asked a bit disbelieving.

"I know a great many things," she answered, tapping her head and turning away.

"I don't know," one man stated nervously, "She could be leading us into an ambush."

"Are you scared of fighting a group with the upper hand?" James asked, still fascinated by the woman. He didn't want to leave it like this…he needed to know how she was so similar to himself and Victor and if she knew the origin of these abilities.

"I say we go," Victor agreed, for completely different reasons; his having to do with killing as many men as he could get his hands on.

"Well we better hurry," one man shouted, looking toward her direction, "She's already up and over the hill." The men turned to look where the man was pointing and collected their weapons, attempting to keep up with her.

"We're in over our heads," Bucky sighed, leaping back as another enemy solider lunged for him.

"Where did you say that woman with the power to kill people by touching them went?" Jim asked curiously, shooting a man in the forehead who had aimed at Tim.

"Said she'd come if we needed her but that she was busy," Steve mentioned casually, cuffing one of the enemies in the head with his shield.

"Well guess what," Gabe shouted, stabbing one, "We need her."

"And she has arrived," Helen responded, coming up the hill with the group of Canadian soldiers.

"It's great to see you again," Steve smiled, as she walked to him, touching the face of the men who attempted to get in her way. He held out his hand for her but she shook her head,

"Now would not be a suggested occurrence for the hand shaking practice to take effect." Steve nodded as she sighed, looking out over the ranks.

"I am tempted to rid us of this enemy quickly but hold restraint for your mortal well-being."

"Well don't do anything on account of my well-being," Steve told her, flashing his smile before running to fight alongside his Canadian counterparts.

The Hydra and Nazi soldiers continued to shoot and stab their way through their enemy; Victor, James, and Steve taking the first wave.

"Wow, your pretty lucky," Steve said smiling at James as the remaining team had reconvened at the bar from the night before.

"Thanks," James replied, turning to watch his brother attempt to flirt his way with one of the German Barmaids, "They say that we can fight through just about anything."

"Yeah, I've never seen a man live through so many close calls," Steve jested, "Other than me of course." James laughed before turning back to his drink as Helen came up to the two men.

"Hey," Steve waved, "Coming over to finally have a drink."

"I am afraid the reason I am here is not joyous and will not become so due to the consumption of inhibitors."

"Wow," James said raising an eyebrow, and wiping his mouth on his hand, "Didn't realize the bawd was such a downer."

"She's a bit of an acquired taste," Steve responded.

"I am afraid that I must depart back to Neflheim," she told the two bowing her head.

"Where?" James asked confused.

"I don't know," Steve responded, shrugging his shoulders. They looked at the woman who pulled her cloak around herself like a vampire and vanished in a flash of fog.

"I must be really drunk," James stated in utter awe.

"I wish I could have the same excuse," Steve muttered, wide-eyed.

Helen…Hel did not go back to Midgard after that, she did not need to, as no conflict had stirred more casualties since. She was notified that Steve Rogers had been put into the Odin Sleep during a crash which saddened her but she knew he would awaken when he was needed. Other than that, Hel simply stayed in her fortress and collected the souls hoping that her father would visit…she would do anything to please her father.

"Oh the boredom I am forced to endure is likely worse than death I fear," Hel mumbled to herself, an elbow on the armrest so the hand can cradle her face while the other hand drums away on the other armrest's hard surface. How many nights has she been forced to endure this solitude, hoping that her high ranking position would please father when it undoubtedly didn't.

She could feel his presence looming in the realm of Niflheim but he has not approached her as of yet and as he remains hidden from Heimdall, he too remains hidden from her. The wait is worse than anything she can remember; the idea of him arriving to see her as he so rarely does. Hel glanced down at herself and ensured that her hideous and intimidating form is fully revealed as it is the only form he and the other Asgardians know of.

"Hel," she hears the man shout as she looks up to see a small shadow from the doorway. She attempts to hide the excitement that she feels and straightens to show the respect that he deserves, "Have you been growing our Army in preparation for Ragnarok?"

"Of course father," she replies with the slight bow of her head.

He seems to not hear her as he continues rambling, seemingly to himself, "After the troubling result of the Midgardian conflict I need to increase the numbers in my favor."

"Midgardian conflict?" she questions confused, she barely looked in on Midgardian conflicts due to the sheer volume…she received their dead none the less, what does it matter how they die? She chose to ignore the few instances when she did care…instances resulting in a large percentage of young children coming to her. They were always so scared; like she had been when she had been banished to this realm.

"Some could deem it war but I will not see it as such until I succeed."

"The war was brought about at your hand father?" Hel questioned curiously.

"Those ridiculous Midgardians will be enslaved by me…by this I give my word," he stated angrily.

"I would be more than willing to provide my assistance father," she told him eagerly, "Provide you with the dead you would need to conquer the land of mortals."

"If I need assistance…which I do not…I would call upon your brothers," he stated dismissively, "You need to remain here in Hel and add ranks."

"Yes father," she replied with a bow, "As you wish."

"I shall now go back to Asgard. They will soon notice that I have gone."

"Of what do you mean?"

"I am currently a prisoner of the Asgardians," he stated, "Thor has arrested me."

"Thor…your brother Thor?" she asked in disbelief standing and towering over everything…her current form rising to over 10 feet tall in the enormous fortress.

"He is not my brother," her father growled, "And it will be that he shall perish and join the ranks in Hel at my hand."

"When that day comes I will ensure that his time here be most unaccommodating."

"I shall now take my leave. Contact me with any news that I can use to my advantage."

"As you wish father," she replied, watching him fade away into nothingness.

Hel sighed, leaning over the throne exhausted, father always did this to her with his visits…it was simply so draining and it seemed that he barely cared of her existence…that she had absolutely nothing to contribute that would be of use for him.

"My queen," her servant Svel mumbled out nervously, forcing her to sigh exasperated,

"No one is here Servant Svel."

"Oh…" he sputtered, growing instantly more open and hyper, "Loki left; good, he always makes you feel funny."

"What of it Svel…please state your purpose and go on with the day," she replied aggravated.

"You should conquer Midgard," he suggested, "Walk among them in your Asgardian form and take over from the inside."

"How do you know of my Asgardian form," she growled out annoyed, no one was supposed to know of her Asgardian form.

"I once saw you sleeping in the throne and your Monstrous form slipped away to reveal your true self…your beautiful self."

"I do not have time for this Servant Svel," she sighed annoyed with a quick roll of the eyes, "The All-father would know of my status on Midgard and have me imprisoned as my father has."

"But All-father Odin doesn't know of you Asgardian form does he?"

"It is impossible to know such a thing."

"Besides we both know that Odin can't touch you…you still have Baldr."

"True," she stated, not remembering the little tidbit but finding it very useful.

"But who would control the gates of Hel and ensure that the lost souls do not escape?"

"The souls don't even want to escape," Svel reasoned, "The souls enjoy their time here, it is not how many of them had perceived Hel to be. To many it is like Heaven."

"Hel is not supposed to be a terrible place Svel, despite what many believe."

"You could go up, there take over, give it to Loki and be back with no one being the wiser."

"Perhaps you are right Servant Svel," she began actually pondering the thought.

"Of course I am right my queen."

"Then it is decided," Hel replied standing from her throne and walking down the enormous steps, "I shall journey to Midgard in my Asgardian form and take over their realm from within."

Okay so she was talking to the old woman in Polish but the rest was in German... the polish translation was literally 'Now you can be calm' but it means the same thing and she says things in the old world accent like Thor so ya know.

Oh and Thor was kindof a dick because you gotta remember before Thor was banished he was kindof brash and douchey...so I couldn't really cut that out 100% but he'll be nicer in the actual story...you gotta remember that old stuff from when she was little was probably in like the early 1200's so be was still probably pretty douchey and full of himself