So here is the chapter and I'm not really that happy with it but I felt like I needed to get something out...its more of just a filler chapter until they meet back up again... I also wasn't really super happy with her job but I needed her to have a job where Steve would see her without being able to talk to her so it is what it is.

Hel hit the roof of the house with a thud; rolling to the edge, and landing on the ground. She groaned and rolled to her side in pain from the fall. She was thankful that she had her own way of traveling due to the fact that the bi-frost had been destroyed and that no one would allow a child of Loki to posess the Tesseract but her remembrance of the geography of Midgard was no longer accurate. The last time she had arrived in this location better known as America it had been during the Civil War and prior to that had been the Small Pox infestation of the Native Americans. Both times there had not been houses in her transport spot. She sighed and stood, pausing to dust herself off and checking to ensure that her disguise was still active.

"Are you alright?" a man asked, running toward her and putting a hand on her shoulder in comfort. She turned to look at him; glad she had been prepared before answering,

"Yes, I think so." She had been practicing her word usage to appear less conspicuous and hoped that her lessons would work. She glanced around at the cluster of houses that gave off the illusion of a village within a village. Servant Svel had told her it was called a Cold-u-sack or something to that effect, mortals had strange names for things. The man's pick-up truck sat discarded on the road, the door open and motor running.

"You took quite a fall; this your house?"

"No, I fell…" she stated, pointing her finger upward before realizing that whatever she would say to finish that sentence would sound stupid.

"From where, the sky?" he asked curiously, some sarcasm sneaking its way in.

"I live in New York City," she replied, diverting the question quickly, "Can you tell me if it is still east?"

"Oh…um yeah; it's still east," he responded with a furrowed brow, pointing toward the direction he was most likely indicating to be east, "Do you need a ride or anything?"

"No I am able to transport myself," she responded, turning and walking away from him quickly. She found an area outside of the village of houses that seemed to be abandoned. Once she was covered by the trees she smiled and transported herself east.

She looked up in awe at the signage in time square. These moving pictures were incredible, how were they able to maneuver them on such a large scale and in such realistic colors? She continued to walk, her eyes no longer on the sidewalk as she looked at the buildings, all of which had grown in size since her last visit.

"Oof," she muttered bumping into someone…she really did need to pay attention to where she was going and stop staring at the metal contraptions.

"Sorry," a man muttered, his sunglasses blocking his face. He wore simple blue jeans and a cow skin jacket...Svel had informed her they call it leather. The man seemed as though he had a specific purpose; well he and his woman friend. She seemed aggravated by the delay the accident had caused, turning to the man in the sunglasses,

"Clint we have to get over there."

"Alright," he stated to her before turning back to Hel, "Sorry again." Then it seemed that he was gone and she was back to giving the city a once over.

She stopped in front of an apartment complex with a woman she had determined to be dying within days of cancer. She was buzzed in quickly with her claim as a nurse coming to check up on her and within moments had put the woman to rest. She secured the woman's charred and blackened body in a black dressing bag and then set it carefully in the closet; she suspected that it wouldn't be long before the woman got an appropriate funeral.

She had quickly determined on her city walk that she would need a job with which she would be able to appear on those giant video advertisements; she needed to be recognized and famous. Servant Svel had told her lessons on who was deemed important in society now...it was no longer the Generals and soldiers but the celebrities and reality stars. There was apparently even a mysterious group of famous young people whose names were not real...one of which was named Snooki. She would become like this Snooki and use her fame and power to influence the last known as America and once they were on her side she would be able to take over all of Midgard and give it to her father for Yule.

"We're already late and you stopped to chat with that black haired woman," Natasha grumbled, speed walking through the halls of Stark Tower.

"I bumped her," Clint responded, innocently, "I was just apologizing for running into her."

"She ran into you because she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing," Natasha countered, forcing open the large door, the SHIELD emblem splitting in half as she did so.

"Barton, Romanoff, nice of you to join us," Fury grumbled out annoyed, standing near the round table full of Avengers.

"Ah come on they lost track of time during their date, you gotta let the kids have some fun," Tony jested with a wave of his arm.

"It was not a date it was reconnaissance," Natasha grumbled.

"And we didn't find anything at the site," Clint added.

"All the evidence showed that there should be something there," Fury contradicted.

"Um, excuse me," Tony stated, waving his hand to bring attention to himself, "But what is going on and why am I not directly involved."

"Its need to know," Fury replied.

"I think we need to know," Steve responded, his brows furrowing.

"Agreed," Bruce added.

Fury grumbled something to himself before addressing the group, "We found a spike in energy."

"Meaning?" Steve asked curiously.

"The spike resembled the signature let of by Thor…and Loki."

"So you're saying Thor's back?" Steve asked, not comfortable with the lack of direct responses.

"That's just it…it isn't Thor," Fury stated crossing his arms.

"Loki then," Tony stated, annoyed at the thought that he was back, he'd only just gotten the Tower back in working order.

"No," Fury responded, causing them all to look up in interest, "It's a signature that we've never seen before; its only resemblance to anything we can find is something that Howard Stark had recorded a long time ago."

"I'll be needing a copy of that," Tony stated, grabbing his drink of the table, leaving a tiny ring around the DI of Division on the SHIELD logo printed on the table.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Fury responded, turning his attention back to Natasha and Clint, "So do you have anything worthwhile to report."

"Not much," Clint stated, "There was a guy we found nearby who was wandering around in the woods looking for the model that fell off the roof of the house."

"Excuse me?" Tony asked confused, interest peaked by the word model.

"Apparently," Natasha contributed, glancing at Clint as though he made no sense at all…which he hadn't, "A man had watched a woman fall from the roof of one of the houses in the area. She asked if New York was still in the east then she wandered into the woods. A couple weeks later, he realized she was some model or something and he's been back there everyday hoping to see her again. By that point in his statement though, he'd gotten a bit erratic."

"Can you trust what he told you," Fury pressed.

"I wouldn't," Clint responded.

"He said he didn't know she was a model til weeks later," Bruce asked wanting to have everything completely clear, "So this energy signature was from almost a month ago."

"That is correct but we weren't able to get a signature on it until now. It's a different from anything the bi-frost or the tesseract gave off."

"Then how do we know it even came from Asgard?" Bruce asked now realizing the flaw in logic.

"We don't know that it did," Fury growled cryptically.

"I feel like we're not going to be getting any answers during this meeting," Steve grumbled.

"Agreed," Bruce muttered, leaning on his arm.

"Well I'm feeling Kimchi," Tony suddenly stated, standing from his chair, downing what was left of the alcohol in the glass, and slamming it into the table, "So I think this meeting's adjourned."

"Stark," Commander Fury yelled angrily, "Stark." Tony didn't know if Fury had said anything else due to the lovely fact that the sound proof doors shut themselves behind him.

Tony stood in the elevator to take him down before talking to his favorite computer, "Jarvis?"

"Yes sir."

"I need you to get me a copy of that signature Fury's so attached to."

"Anything else sir?"

"I also want whatever it was my dad recorded and what he thought it was."

"I will do my best sir."

He had made it about halfway to the ground floor when the elevator door opened to reveal Steve glaring daggers at the man. "You shouldn't have left in the middle of the meeting," Steve chastised stepping into the elevator with him.

"The meeting was over," Tony countered.

"No it wasn't," Steve responded.

"Well since Fury still doesn't technically consider me an 'Avenger', I'd say I overstayed my welcome, despite the fact that the entire building is in fact mine."

"He ended the meeting on account of you storming out," Steve informed him.

"Well see; meeting over," Tony remarked before eyeing the man, "How did you manage to get halfway down the building and beat the elevator?"

"I took the stairs," Steve stated as though it were obvious, "Maybe you should try it sometime."

"Don't need to," Tony remarked dismissively, "My brain burns all the calories I intake since it's so big."

"I think your confusing your brain and your ego." Steve stated, the elevator opening on the ground floor to reveal a four story statue of Anthony Stark holding the earth. Tony looked at what the older man was indicating.

He liked it. It wasn't quite as big as Victor VonDoom's but he thought it did the job, suddenly remembering that Victor VonDoom was insane and covered in metal…oh, "Hmm, maybe you're right." Tony smirked at the Captain and led the way out into the streets of New York.

Hel couldn't wait until her father took control of this pathetic planet full of these pathetic humans. 'They're like a bunch of little ants' she thought to herself, smiling at the thought of squashing them with her fur boots. How fun it would be to watch them scurry knowing full well they would never get away. She would let one live if only for the humor of watching him run to the next colony with the news so that they would be frightened in time for her arrival. She began to observe the people on the crowded city street, contemplating which one she would let live. She had moved across two city blocks and chosen the man she would inform when she spotted him; the man with the sign.

"The end is near," the man shouted, a scruffy beard donning his face. Who was this man; and how could he know this? "They're coming. They're coming to kill us all," the man yelled out desperately. She observed the people around him. They must be scared, yes. This man was telling them of their fate and they must be…the people just seemed to walk around him. They didn't even pay him mind. What was happening? Were these Midgardians not afraid of being enslaved or murdered? Did they know Hel's realm was not as bad as the Bible hell? She had researched it; Bible Hell was much worse, well if it had actually existed, which it didn't.

She moved to the man with the white sign and paused in front of him, waiting impatiently for him to notice her presence. She smiled when he muted his ranting and stared at her curiously. "The end is near," he told her as though it were a secret.

"I know," she responded, grinning widely.

His eyes suddenly went wide in surprise as words began to tumble from his mouth, "It will be brought upon by your hand."

"That is correct," she nodded.

"Demon," he screamed suddenly, causing her to step back and cover her ears. She had not expected his voice to be so loud so quickly.

She sneered at the man aggravated, 'What an annoyance.'

"Demon," he shouted again, waving the stick and pointing at her accusingly, "It is Satan who has come for our souls." Annoyed with the man's lack of credibility in striking fear in the general public, she tapped him on the shoulder as she made her way past him. He dropped to the ground instantly, blackened and charred. She noticed a couple of people begin to take notice as she made her way to toward Times Square, she didn't have time for their stupidity.

She reached the square and gazed at the signs noticing herself on one of the many billboards, she was already on her way of being a public figure; within no time she would have a name that people would recognize; after that she would begin guiding the people's choices, and soon simply dictating them.

'Uh' she sighed to herself, 'What a ridiculous ad.' It was for something called anti-wrinkle crème which she found very obnoxious; one because she didn't have wrinkles as she lived forever which showed that the ad was not accurate, and two because the way she saw it, wrinkles showed wisdom, only a stupid Midgardian would want to appear less wise.

"Where is this place that sells…what was it?" Steve asked curiously.

"Kimchi," Tony responded, "And I think it's around this corner here."

"What is Kimchi?" Steve questioned aloud.

"Hell if I know," Tony smirked.

"If you don't know what is it, why are we going to buy it?" Steve mentioned.

"Why not?" Tony countered; Capt. Rogers not having an adequate comeback to Tony's logic.

The boys rounded the corner and it took Tony a minute to realize that Steve was no longer walking beside him. The man froze and turned to spot Steve staring hard at one of the many billboards in the area, "Cap…hey Cap…you alright?"

"That woman, I know her," he stated in complete shock.

"I doubt it," Tony remarked, coming to stand behind the man to see whatever it was the veteran had spotted. "That woman with the black hair?"

"Helen," Steve corrected.

"Who?"

"Helen," he repeated, almost urgently.

"Well it's great that you know a model, I know hundreds but that's not really the point," Tony chastised, "We're going to get Kimchi."

"I don't care about Kimchi Tony," Steve sighed, "I haven't seen Helen in a long time; I need to talk to her."

"How long is a long time?" Tony asked curiously.

"World War two," Steve replied, his eyes no longer blinking. Tony's eyes practically bulged and he moved to stand in front of the lost soldier.

"World War two," Tony repeated in disbelief, "The woman in the picture is in her early twenties and your saying that you knew her in World War two." Tony grabbed the man's shoulders and shook him, "You were asleep for 70 years man, get a grip."

"I need to find her," Steve responded, shaking Tony off of him, "We need to find her."

"We?" Tony asked curiously, "What, Ya gotta mouse in your pocket?"

"You know I can't work those magic interactive typewriters," Steve responded, crossing his arms, his eyes only glancing toward Tony for a second before going back to the Billboard.

"You mean a computer?" Tony stated, attempting not to laugh at the way it was described.

"Whatever," Steve answered dismissively, "Will you help or not?"

"I guess," Tony responded, already turning to head back to the Tower knowing that they trip for Kimchi was no longer possible, "But I gotta say that if it is her then I'm putting stock into that wrinkle crème."

Hel stood just across the street from the two without knowing it; still staring at the Billboard before checking her watch…she was needed in the Modeling studio in 17 minutes. She hating having to work and especially using her body to earn the money, but she needed the currency so she wouldn't have to keep killing the ill to live in their homes. Svel would be proud that she was able to assimilate into society and hold down a job.

She was thankful for her ability to manipulate thoughts. Given it was nothing compared to most Asgardians, she was able to implant thoughts into their minds here and there. Like at her audition when she implanted the thought that she was better than the other applicants. She had smiled when she was the first picked.

She arrived with time to spare and rode the elevator to the top floor, the TV inside showing one of the many news stations. "There have been a string of mysterious deaths in New York city, fifteen in total so far…and all within the last month. The bodies were all blackened and charred as though they were burned. The coroner reports that they were dead before they burned and eyes witnesses report that it seemed to have happened instantly. The police have found no connection between the victims and many are sticking to the theory of spontaneous combustion…however no one really knows for sure. This is Carolyn Sims reporting."

Spontaneous Combustion? If that meant that they combusted because of Hel's spontaneity then she agreed; otherwise, maybe not so much. The elevator dinged and she stepped off the metal death trap and found the office she was needed in, taking a seat in one of the many chairs in the room. She settled in and thought to herself all the things she would change about this world when she spotted a man step out from one of the offices,

"Heidi…"

"…Loftus," Tony finished, looking at the complete bio on the woman. He couldn't find anything like a birth certificate or green card, but he knew that it could just be bad filing from her home country of Norway to account for that. He certainly was hoping that was the case. He could only imagine if Steve found out that she didn't seem to exist before a month and a half ago; then he would only obsess more. "She's a model from Norway who immigrated here recently. I don't know what to tell you, I don't see the name Helen here anywhere."

"There has to be a reason they look the same," Steve muttered loudly to himself, leaning over Tony's chair to get a better look. It wasn't that Steve was truly obsessed with her, it was more the idea of her that he was obsessed with. Ever since Steve had woken up 70 years in the future he had realized that nothing was ever going to be the same. Bucky was gone (well Bucky was gone before he froze but...), Howard was gone, Col. Philips was gone; Dum Dum, Jim, Gabe, James, Jacques, those crazy Canadian brothers...all gone. He realized nothing was ever going to be the same. The times had changed and he was no longer able to be part of society. But Helen...if it was Helen, she'd be from a time that he understood. She would understand his confusion, she could be his key.

"Maybe their related, mother and daughter, hell maybe it's her grandmother…the age would work," Tony stated, interupting his thoughts.

"Thanks," Steve glared.

"What's going on?" Clint asked curiously, finding his way to the desk Steve and Tony were both currently eyeing.

"Cap here thinks he just saw a girl from the war," Tony stated, he voice showing that there was not one word of that he believed.

"That's not possible," Clint countered, leaning in close to get a good look at her, "Can't say I recognize 'er."

"How does you not recognizing her help us at all?" Tony questioned, annoyance crossing his face.

"Where does she work?" Steve asked, moving his finger across the front of the screen, the arrow whipping across the monitor but accomplishing nothing.

"It says," Tony began before batting away Steve's hand in frustration, "she works at Shnazyness Wonders Company…whatever that means."

"Then that's where I gotta go," Steve responded, standing up straight quickly; Clint dodging the man to avoid being hit by his sudden movement.

"Hold on," Tony countered, grabbing the man by the sleeve, "You can't go in like that, they're going to think you're crazy and cart you off, Captain America or not."

"Probably more likely if he shouts about how he's Captain America," Clint added.

"True," Tony agreed, turning to the soldier, "Look, Pepper's got this huge Gala coming up in four days; I'll convince her to send an invitation to this Heidi Loftus and you can meet her there."

"Are you sure she'll come?" Steve questioned suspiciously.

"Of course," Tony responded, "It's a Stark party, and no model can resist a Stark Party."