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Chapter 1

"Miss Stark?"

My eyes darted upwards from my phone, only to meet the skeptical glare of the businessman, whose name I had forgotten-again. With all the stuffy, suit-clad executives and CEO's in my life it was a sort of memory game to try and recall every single name. When I didn't respond, Mr. Something repositioned his glasses and spoke again.

"Do you have an opinion on all of this?"

I blinked, instantly regretting spending the last 15 minutes chatting back and forth with Natasha. Of course, I had been somewhat listening. Every once in a while a fragment of a conversation would penetrate the sound proof bubble I had formed around myself. A "This would be very beneficial" here and a "We would love to work with you because..." there, but nothing of actual substance. Meaning, nothing that would help me answer the slightly pudgy man's question. The eyes of the 20-something other employees in the room were burning right through me.

"Of course she has an opinion!" Tony interjected, coming to my rescue yet again. "She thinks this deal is pointless, like I do."

Attempting to suppress an outburst of laughter, my hand flew to my mouth. Simultaneously, Mr. Something turned incredibly red, his eyebrows furrowing together in an indented bushy line. My older brother, on the other hand, was smoothing out his blood red tie and standing up from his place at the conference table.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Parks, I have some more important business to attend to. Nice doing business with you." Tony said as he pulled out a pair of sleek black Ray Bans.

Mr. Parks frowned. "Mr. Stark..."

His sentence faded as Tony turned and heading for the frosted glass doors, me following in suit. The Stark Industries employees had been stunned into silence. They stayed frozen in place, watching wide eyed as we exited the conference room.

I exhaled as soon as the doors swung shut. "You do realize that Pepper is going to kill you, right?"

Shrugging, Tony glanced over at me. "And you realize that you should be thanking me, right? That's the fourth meeting you've zoned out in Lena."

It had been the fifth, actually. Tony had been somewhere in Europe when I had accidentally fallen asleep during a conference with some environmental company. Lucky for me, Pepper had promised to keep quiet. I'd never admit it to Tony, but the business aspect of Stark Industries was an absolute bore to me. It was impossible to count how many times I had wished Dad was still around to be Tony's partner in our namesake's multi-billion dollar company. I frowned as the thought entered my mind again.

"I'm sorry," I said through a sigh. "Thanks for the bailout though. I completely blanked on that guy's name again."

Tony laughed as we stepped into the elevator. "I know you did. Hey, do you mind if we stop by that shawarma place down the block? I'm hungry."

My brother had been on somewhat of a shawarma kick ever since he had eaten there with the Avengers after defeating Loki and the Chitauri. We probably ordered from there at least once every week or so. I wasn't much of a fan, but I figured I owed him.

The elevator doors dinged open as I sighed and nodded. "Whatever you want, Tony."

Linking my arm with his, my billionaire brother grinned. We strutted out into the bustling streets and sidewalks of New York City. October had brought with it brisk winds and fresh, cool air, which I happily inhaled with a smile. Just another ordinary afternoon with my not so ordinary billionaire brother. Or so I thought.

"We're home!"

Announcing my arrivial back to the tower had become somewhat of a new thing. At first, when it had just been Tony and I, neither of us had really felt the need to alert the other every time we came and went. However, the circumstances had changed once Stark Tower had become home to Earth's mightiest heroes; the Avengers. After the whole Loki fiasco, Fury had decided that it would be easier to keep all of the extraordinary individuals, minus Thor, in one place. That place, much to Tony's dismay, was chosen to be Stark Tower.

For the past eight months our dysfuntional group had been learning how to deal with each other. There were multiple differences that had been a little hard to overcome. While Tony liked to stay up late and party, Bruce had a strict bedtime of no later than 9:30. Clint and Natasha both preferred decaf coffee, but Tony wanted the real deal. And Steve and Tony... well they just disagreed on pretty much everything. In the end, every issue mainly had to due with my brother's stubborness.

Even though they fought sometimes, the diverse group had still managed to get along like a family. I was thrilled to be included in it, despite my lack of a remarkable superpower.

As Tony and I stepped into the entryway, Bruce emerged from his room. "Hello you two," the doctor greeted. "Another meeting?"

"More like another snooze fest." I chuckled, taking a seat on one of the plush couches. "Tony scrapped another deal once again."

"What can I say? I like people who make an impression." Tony called from his place in the kitchen. "And Mr. Parks was boring."

Bruce shook his head and laughed quietly, causing his glasses to slide down a little further on his nose. "I'll be in the lab if you need me."

He silently turned and headed for the elevator that would lead him to Stark Tower's state of the art lab equiptment. That floor happened to be my favorite part of the tower. A love of science seemed to be engraved in the Stark genes. Tony and I had spent countless hours down there, making improvements for the suit and researching anything and everything. It had become my quiet place to get away from the daily Avenger arguments.

"Mr. Stark," Jarvis announced suddenly, turning my attention away from the book I had been paging through. "There seems to be someone at the door."

I immediately popped up from my lounging spot and padded towards the front door. "I got it Tony," I called out, hoping he would hear me in the kitchen area.

A loud knock sounded as I reached for the knob. Twisting it, I flung the door open, ready to scold some annoying reporter or employee. Instead, my eyes met a tall, muscly man with shoulder length blonde hair. Clutched in his right hand was a very heavy looking hammer. He was outfitted in what I guessed to be traditional Asgardian armor. Needless to say, I was a little surprised.

"Thor? What are you doing here?"

Avoiding my question, he asked one of his own. "Hello Lady Elena. The others, are they here?"

I nodded, briefly glancing behind me. "Yeah, they live here now. Is something wrong?"

The God of Thunder looked grim, the usual cheerfulness gone in his accented voice. I realized I had never actually seen Thor without a smile on his face for this long. It was obvious that something was up.

"I need their help," he started. "Asgard is in danger."