A/N: Alright so this is an idea I randomly came up with at school after seeing the Avengers four times in a row.Now I know there may be someone who disagrees with my fanfic, cause they'll go in the way of the original Thor comics and prove me wrong and that it's nearly impossible for this story to happen, blah, blah, blah. Well they don't call this version of writing fanfiction for nothing! Look I'm going in the way of the movies and my imagination. I just don't want there to be no mean reviews correcting me. I know very well of what the storyline of the Thor comics go, and I'm learning more about Thor and the Avengers themselves, so I'm learning as I go, and so I'll be correcting whatever I need and will revise. I'm a Avengers fanand I'll do what all I can to make this as original as I can, even though many can see how this could never happen. Overall, I hope you guys enjoy it, and please don't be rude or too mean. And to not critize on my idea, after all this is a fanfic. So enjoy! I dedicate this story to ZyllaKat! A new member to and is a friend of mine in real life!
Well, hope you guys enjoy, and like I said, no critizing my idea, just the way I write, now you may comment and such on it and ask questions and make suggestions. I'm open to those anytime, just don't be too negative or rude or you'll be ignored. I hope you guys enjoy my story and will review and check out ZyllaKat once she gets some stories up!
Prologue:
They were lying there in the pasture of some unknown location. It was late at night, the moon was full and the stars covered the night sky. The two were observing the stars, one man and one woman. I only recognize the woman. She was beautiful, young, and intelligent. How I knew this? She was my mom.
As for the man, he was very muscular and handsome. With long blonde hair that reached the end of his neck. Wearing a gray shirt with blue jeans and a black leather jacket. He looked strangely familiar, but he still remained unnamed. He looked up to the sky and spoke to my mother. I couldn't make out what he was saying. It all came out in a mumble, but I could see the attentive look my mother gave him. With her eyes focus on him and his mouth and the words he spoke. Whatever he was talking about must have been very intriguing.
Could this be him? The man I've searched a majority of my life searching and wanting to meet? My father...Is he? Is he?