I stood impatiently in SHEILD headquarters, trying to get the idiot receptionist's attention.

"I need to see Director Nicholas Fury," I insisted.

"Do you have an appointment?" The annoying blonde kept her eyes trained on the laptop in front of her.

"I don't need an appointment," I snapped. "This is an emergency."

She sighed, as if she was given the most hardworking job in SHIELD. "What's your name and state of emergency?" She asked in a monotone voice.

I glared at her. "My name is Marisol Rose Rogers. I believe that's the only information you need."

She finally looked up at me, her jaw dropping in disbelief. "Miss Rogers! Yes, of course, of course!" She let me in immediately.

"Director Fury," I greeted the one-eyed man.

"Miss Rogers. I've already told you-we need your father's permission to try to qualify as an Avenger. I'm pretty sure Cap wouldn't let you join. Plus you need a bit more than super-strength." He raised an eyebrow, looking at me pointedly.

I have a bit more than just that, I thought, but I shook my head. "That's not why I'm here," I told him. "I want to visit my father."

Fury feigned innocence. "Steve? Don't you like with him?"

I shook my head again. "Thor. I want to meet Thor."

Fury cursed. "I knew you'd come asking for this someday. Tell me, Rogers," He mockingly

called me by my last name, "what do you know about your parents?"

"Well," I started. "I know Dad belongs in the 1940s. I know Father had to leave a long time ago, to Asgard. I know he's a Norse g-god," I stumbled over the word. I was about to go on when Fury cut me off.

"What do you know about your birth?"

"Umm..." I realized I didn't know a lot about my birth. "I was born on November second..."

The director leaned in and said in a low voice, "When I said parents, I meant your mother as well. I stared at him, uncomprehending. "Her name is Jane Foster. She was Thor's girlfriend from the first time he came to Earth. When he returned after the battle against Loki, she got pregnant with you." He was silent, letting the information sink in.

I tried to imagine Father with someone else, tried to imagine Steve and Thor apart. Well, they're kind of apart now, a part of me thought. Shut up, I told it. Fury showed me a picture of this "Jane Foster". She had golden brown hair like mine and my facial features were similar to hers. I did look a bit like her... That would explain my brown hair...

"What happened to her?" I asked. "What made her and Father break up?"

"You." I raised an eyebrow. "She didn't want children, not that I can blame her for that." He looked at me. "And she hated having to worry about having to be a mother, hated having to worry about Thor each time e went into battle. It was too much for her." I partially wondered how he knew all this. "So when you were born, she left, just like that. Thor went looking for help—ha! Imagine Thor, handling a baby on his own—and fell in love with our marvelous Captain, and we all lived happily ever after." Fury laughed dryly. "As if. Thor had some 'business' to attend in Asgard as a prince"—my eyebrows shot up in question—"so we lost our lightning god." He finished.

I sat across from him, taking in all the sudden information about my—my family's—past. After a minute, I shook my head. "Doesn't matter. I don't care who my biological mother is, I don't care about who my real parents are. I don't care. I just want to meet Thor." I crossed my arms stubbornly, glaring at the SHIELD leader before me.

Fury returned my posture. "I don't have time for this, Miss Rogers. Goodbye."

After one last glare, I stormed towards the door. "Goodbye."

"Miss Foster," He said suddenly. I turned to look at him quizzically. He made an "oops" face. "I mean Rogers." He smirked. "You should visit your mother. Jane. She could help."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of SHIELD headquarters. So much for Fury helping me.

Maybe I should visit Jane Foster, a part of me thought. Maybe he did help you with that. I checked my cell phone, noticing a message sign on the screen, from Chris.

"Why aren't you home?" It said. I quickly texted him back.

"I'm gonna find my mother."

Ding. "You mean father, right?"

"Dead end. I mean mother." I shut my phone off before setting off to find my biological mother.