Prologue

"Jane, I really don't think anything's gonna happen tonight."

Telling me to be quiet, Jane continued typing on her computer. It was well into the night and whatever Jane Foster was looking for wasn't happening. She had brought Darcy, a good friend of hers named Erik Selvig, and myself to help her with her search. Normally, I found some entertainment in Jane's little scavenger hunts, but having us stay in her teched-out van in the dead of night was something I didn't find entertaining in the slightest.

After a few minutes, Jane popped through the sunroof of her van and placed something on the top of her van.

And we waited.

"Wait for it," Jane said excitedly.

"Can I turn on the radio?" Darcy asked.

"No."

"Jane, we're bored. Let us have a little fun," I sighed.

"No."

And we continued waiting.

"Jane, you can't keep doing this," Selvig sighed.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Jane went back into the van and looked over her research.

"The last seventeen occurrences have been predictable..." she muttered.

"Jane, c'mon, nothing's happened." I looked at her with an irritated frown. "Nothing's going to happen."

"You're a master physicist, not a storm chaser," Selvig said.

Shoving some of her research aside, Jane went back to her computer and started bringing up more research.

She's stubborn, that's for sure, I thought. Typical Jane Foster.

Jane started talking about her research some more—talking about the connections between her research and atmospheric disturbances. She was trying so hard to figure out what was going on with her research and what she considered phenomena, that sometimes it felt like she didn't care how her constant need of assistance for her studies effected us.

I felt a hand go to my shoulder and I looked over and saw Darcy looking at something. Frowning, I looked out the windows, only to see something flickering in the rear view mirror.

"Jane," Darcy called. "I think you wanna see this.

That flickering light had developed into a giant circle in the sky of different colors. The lights slowly spun around, looking like it was starting to extend to the ground. Jane had ordered Darcy to drive toward it, ready to get as much research and footage of it as she could.

A whirlwind of dust and sand swirled around the lights the further it extended, eventually hitting the ground with a loud bang! after what only felt like seconds after forming.

Dust and sand whipped around the van, a loud crackling sound could be heard inside and, honestly, it was a little creepy.

Before we could get too close to the whirlwind, Darcy jerked the van out of the way.

"What are you doing!" Jane cried.

"This isn't safe!" I exclaimed.

"I am not dying for six college credits!" Darcy cried.

I gripped onto something. The van was jerking around because of the wind. Jane and Darcy continued arguing about whether to keep going into the storm or getting out—and knowing Jane, she'd do whatever it took to stay in the storm.

"Jane, you can't expect us to be OK with this!" I cried.

"We can't leave yet!" she exclaimed, trying to force Darcy to stay within the storm. "We can't!"

Another bang! caused the ground to shake violently, the loud crackling intensified. In a moment of impulsive stupidity—very unspeakable stupidity—Jane yanked the steering wheel and caused the van to jerk in another direction.

And, in a span of a millisecond, run a guy over.

"I think that was legally your fault," Darcy exclaimed.

The storm had stopped, but dust was still settling and the air felt heavier and staticky. The form of whoever was run over was beside a giant circle filled with strange markings. I knelt down and felt my eyes automatically widen. A tall man with shoulder length blonde hair was laying on his side. He didn't look severely injured, maybe a little bruised.

"Where did he come from?" I asked.

Author's Note:

Yo! This is my first 'Thor' fanfiction, so I hope you guys found it at least decent so far. If you guys have any suggestions on how to make this first chapter a little better, leave a review or PM a suggestion. Whatever you guys want.

I hope you guys can be patient with me while I write this story. I can't promise you guys it'll be the best story out there, cause it won't be, but I always appreciate suggestions, constructive criticism, and things like that. This is only my third fanfic [my other two being a 'Walking Dead' story and a 'Doctor Who' story], so I hope you guys can help me through this.

'Thor' doesn't belong to me, the movie belongs to Marvel. I own Zelda Benningfield, any other characters I add to the story, and any fillers I put in.

Leave a helpful and kind review, please!

Thank you.

Susan Strong