Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers or any of the members :D however the main character is mine and some of the plot.

Summary: The last time Thor came to Earth, he had been banished by Odin. But twenty-four years before, he came and stayed for a year. When he left though, he left something that meant even more to him then his beloved hammer.

Thor's Gift

The library was quiet except for the occasional swoosh of pages being flipped. Down one the many rows of bookcases on the second floor, was a woman of twenty three. With her back against the wall and her legs crossed in front of her, she held a book of Norse Mythology in her hands. Her brow furled in concentration as she focused on the picture of a muscular man with shoulder length blonde hair with a hammer in his hand. Pushing her straight black hair out of her face, she turned the page, and started to read about the Bifrost.

But when the creak of the floor sounded to her right, she glanced to the side. Two men in black stood five rows down. And from the rumples in their clothing she could tell they were carrying. Flipping the page, she continued to act as if she hadn't seen them. Her aqua blue eyes, however, moved around the room, searching for others.

Three men and two women. All in black. All carrying weapons.

With a sigh, she started to pack her bag calmly as she continued to pretend to not notice them. Standing to her feet, she slung her bag over her shoulder and started walking to the stairway. Her mind searching through all the ways that she had surveyed for escape. There was one problem though, if they were already on the second floor, there were then others on the first. So up it is.

She was ten feet from the staircase. "Ms. Dwayne—" As the words left the man's lips, she swung her bag around towards the stranger and as it collided with him, she ran. The strangers tried surrounding her, but as she weaved, dodged and pushed, she managed to reach the stairs. Climbing two at a time, she made it to the roof. The sound of feet pounding on the stairs pushed her forward. She had to get out, and the roof was the only way.

Finally, she slammed through the door and then jammed it shut behind her. Turning to flee, she stilled. Six men in black garb stood between her and her freedom. A gentle breeze came and swept through them, and as it picked up a dry leaf from the last autumn and carried it in front of her, she smiled. With a lunge and a punch, one man went down. Time slowed down, as the fight continued, she wasn't fighting to kill, instead she fought to disarm.

Not one of the men were able to land a hit to her. But as she block everyone one of theirs, she gave them one of her own. Whether it was a quick gab to knock the air out of their lungs or to break bones, their numbers dwindled. With one man left, she easily took him down, and with a huff, she ran towards the northern side of the building and jumped. Falling ten feet, she landed and rolled to feet on the next roof top, a dance studio, she thought, too close. By the time she reached the fifth, a pizzeria, she was about to head to the roof access door, but when she found another man in black she stopped. She watched him. His face was blank, it held no emotion or surprise to see her. The shadows that covered his grey blue eyes gave him an air of mystery. He wore a black, grey, and red vest made out of leather and cloth that made his bare muscular arms stand out. The way that his eyes never left her, as they tracked every move she made, told her that he was a hunter. A predator that tracks down his prey with no feelings about what he does. And she was his prey.

At the sound of choppers in the distance, she attacked. His skill in offense and defense was better then the men before, it was the first challenge that she's had in a long while. And for the first time in a long time, she stumbled back, with her hand on her stomach. Her eyes flashed, and she was attacking again. This time, she wasn't going to stop at disarming him; she was going to kill him.

She pushed him back, so that he was against a wall, only to have him grab her, spinning her around, and pressed her between him and the wall. Struggling, she managed a few harsh red mark making slaps to his face, only to have him pin her arms down with his. Panting, they stared hard at each other, they're faces only inches apart.

"Let me go," she told him. Her voice held no pleading, only a demand.

"No." His voice deep and rough. "You're coming with us."

With a small chuckle, "I'm sorry," his confusion clearly written in his eyes, "I'm not going with you." Her eyes flashed, and bolts of electricity flowed across her body hitting his hands. His body convulsed against her, pushing her even harder against the rough brick wall. His eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched as pain laced through his body. With his weight against her, she slumped to the ground, still pinned under him. "Urgh…you're one heavy mother fucker."

Stopping the electricity, she found him unconscious. Pushing him off her as gently as she could, she rolled him onto his back and made sure that he at least looked comfortable. She didn't like doing that to anyone, unless it was to save her life. But he didn't leave her a choice. She didn't want to go and be some lab rat and have tests run on her 24/7. All she wanted was a normal life…a life that her mom fought and dead for her to have. Standing to her feet, she stepped over him, heading to the next bedding figuring that if he was here then that means that there must be more around.

Five feet from the edge, the PUFF of an air pistol going off, and then the slight prick on the back of her neck confused her. With her fingers she searched her neck for the source and found a small metal thing. Pulling it out, she found herself looking at a dart. Slowly her vision started to spin. Turning she looked back at the only man on the roof. Aqua blue met grey-blue. And in his hand held said air pistol. The world started spinning faster and faster.

Slowly the spinning globe turned darker and darker, and the last word that past her lips—

"Fuck."

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