AN: Hello, this is going to be a long fic that I have mostly planned out but not all written. I just wanted to see how the uploading process worked and so I will be putting up the first chapter of each of my co-op fics. Rise of the Valkyrie and Improbable Truths. Technically this will become Avengelock (possibly some Who in as well) but for now this is what fits. There are a lot of OCs and later on I may include character profiles of them when appropriate.

Mostly everything is based off of the movies verse (Earth-199999) but with influences from some comics, cartoons, whatever. Also actual mythology, history and a few other things. I believe in the spirit of fanfiction to be are canons great, but if I didn't want to tweak it I wouldn't be writing anything anyway.

The Dreamer

"I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do. We just do not have the funding to take on any new teachers at this time. I wish there was something I could tell you."

He continued to go on but Bianca knew he just wanted her to leave. The Texas summer waits for no one and the office was becoming warmer by the minute. He wanted her to go, she wanted to leave, but manners dictated otherwise. He apologizes for something that wasn't his fault and pretends he cares. She makes light of the current situation "Shame they cannot spare some extra funding for the A/C though."

We laugh and all she can think of is how she needs a drink. They shake hands and she wants to squat down and toss him over her shoulders. She could do it too. Scrawny little pencil pusher like him would just sail, very aerodynamic. Short, sturdy girl like her would have no problem knocking him down. She imagines it still as she gets into her car, her head falling defeated onto the steering wheel.

The horn jars her back into reality as the phone laying in the passenger seat of the beat up old truck rings. She would not have picked it up but it was from her oldest friend and would never had heard the end of it had she ignored it. "If this isn't a promise of a job or a quick death I don't wanna hear it" she answers.

"Shush and listen up, I'm at your door and need you to let me in. I got news for ya that may meet the needs of that first request."

"You're shittin' me?"

"No ma'am. Now get yer ass home so I can fill ya in on it."

"Yes ma'am, on my way." Bianca turned the ignition and relished the sound of the engine turning over. She peeled out the Beaumont ISD parking lot and headed back to her apartment. She smiled while thinking to herself 'Looks like I may get a job and that drink after all.'

Carina Giroux looked at her living room and wondered how she was going to get the two futons to fit in any way what so ever. Though not ecstatic about having to turn her living room into a long term slumber party, the prospect of splitting up the rent did get her excited. She was also excited about seeing her sister or the first time since their parents died.

Carina was a cliché and she knew it. Running away from home at sixteen after her parents had died. Cutting herself from all of her family. Trying to make it as a model in New York, New York. Small town girl working in a bar in between odd modeling jobs. There were over played rock songs about her and no one cared.

Bianca was always the smart one, the responsible one, the one her parents were proud of. Carina was just their pretty, little girl who would always be in the shadow of her sister. She could be bitter upon hearing that her sister couldn't find a job, even in their home town where their family was well thought of but instead decided to grow up and tell Janice to come on up.

That was another thing, how did Janice Wilson get her apartment phone number? How did she know when she was going to be home? How did Janice even know she was in New York? Carina had a lot of questions that were quickly silenced by Janice digging at the chinks in her armor. You need money, you miss your family, you feel alone and lost in the big city, you feel guilty about abandoning your sister. Carina could hardly deny these claims and could not think of a reason they could not stay with her.

With a defeated sigh Carina figured the smarted thing would be to just let it happen and go back to figuring out where the hell she should put the stupid futons.

Janice Wilson rolled the strange events from the past few days around in her head, still unable to grasp a few of them and believe they were true. Her older sister Rebecca being in an abusive marriage that she could believe and her sister's best friend Veronica working to get her out of it she could believe. But Veronica showing up bloodied in Austin with a shaken Rebecca in tow saying that they were leaving the country, that event Janice had a hard time working over in her head. The sharp tongued woman that accompanied them also struck her dumb. The strange woman sounded British but for all Janice knew; she could be from anywhere and be spiriting off her sister and her friend away to parts unknown.

The air stunk from the chemical plants and could see heat waves coming off the road. Janice looked at the packet the strange woman had given her and read the information again. How did this stranger know where Bianca's sister was? As shocked as Carina was to hear from Janice, Janice was just as floored about the whole ordeal.

A vehicle backfiring brings Janice out of her thoughts and she sees the old clunker pulling up the drive. Bianca's light brown hair sticking up from behind the steering wheel and even from the distance Janice can see her friend's face brighten as she put the truck in the parking space below the terrace of the apartment.

Janice grins from ear to ear as her friend gets out of her truck, they run at each other; it has been so long since they had seen each other. She had missed her friend and though was worried of how to get her to come to New York. But that did not matter, she had Bianca back in her life and she was going to stay that way for a while.

Loki had been keeping an eye on many different people since his fall from grace. Doctor Selvig, Doctor Foster, and Darcy Lewis were the first he watched, looking for anything that could be used against his brother. From these persons came others that showed to be interesting and worthy of being followed. A very angry man named Nicholas Fury and calm man named Philip Coulson proved to be very important individuals to shadow as well. So much importance, so many secrets; yes these two would prove to be very useful to know more about.

And through these men, by way of his shadowing Erik Selvig, he came to know of the Tesseract and the humans' wish to use it for many different means, some more secret than others. It seemed to be worth a look, the energy coming off of the cube was familiar but not Asgardian. And though he would make an effort to check on the puny humans he had picked to follow he needed to go out to find more information about this very interesting cube.

Bottles littered the dirty, brown carpet and two young women sprawled, leaning on each other for support, upon an old dingy couch. It was well after midnight and much had been discussed, mostly the sad affairs of unemployment and Becca's former marriage situation. Janice told Bianca that her sister had been found and wants to see her sister. It is agreed upon that they should go to New York; it would be a great idea. The conversation drifted away from the practical and to reminiscing of their childhoods and all that had passed.

"Hey Bee?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you still have those dreams?"

"What dream?"

"Ya know, the one's that got ya put in the looney bin when we were kids. What, with the shining towers and the like."

"Oh, yeah those, no they stopped for a bit and then at least changed. Full of Nazis these days."

"Nazis?"

"Yeah, probably all those history classes. At least I can pick out a word every now and then and am old enough tell it's not real."

"Yeah Bee."

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're not crazy anymore."

"Ha! Me too Nicy, me too."

Not long after they both fall asleep on the couch and like every night Bianca has her very vivid dream. Ever since she can remember she always had horridly realistic dreams. Hospitalized as a child for not being able to tell the difference between real life and the dreams, it took years to get back on track. They always spoke a language she could not speak but always understood what was going on. She could not describe it but it felt as if she was living it out, with the golden gleaming towers and the tall, strong looking people in majestic clothes with amazing weapons and armor.

She had ridden into battle, danced at grand balls, and played with two young boys who she had grown to love. She had seen them play, fight, and secretly cry. She did not know what she said to them but she knew they were to be loved and cherished. She did know names; those are always easy to find out. Thor and Loki were their names and her family used the myths and legends to help her find her way back to reality.

But she was still sad when she no longer dreamed of her golden kingdom. She dreamt of pain, stillness, and loneliness for a few years. Thick, inky darkness is what she dreamt of as a teenager until a year ago. Then it had become about Germans and then Nazis.

Tonight's dream started out as mundane just sitting in a lab while a stocky, pale man tinkered with machines. Soon a taller man came in and there was a heated exchange. Soon the mundane evening is replaced with loud ringing and searing pain. Bianca wakes up screaming in pain and scares her friend on the couch. Bianca cannot remember what happened well but for the first time since she was a teenager, Bianca was scared to go to sleep again.

Across the country Erik Selvig monitors the Tesseract and documents the slight fluctuation in the radiation levels. She puts out increased radiation throughout the night but since it is low level and consistent it is nothing Erik worries about. He documents it as normal fluctuation and no one takes notice of it.

Except Loki, who is always watching from a distance, because anything and everything could be important and used for his benefit.