Author's note - Hello! Sorry my Harry Potter fiction has taken over and a collab with my friend, also Harry Potter. Here is chapter 2, thank you for those that have read the first chapter.

As always please enjoy, read, and review.

"Exciting day at the 12th Vanaheim," Barton asked his left leg kicked up on the dashboard.

"No, terribly boring and I have a cramp in my hand from all the signatures, I'm lucky it's still attached," she laughed along with Clint and Coulson.

"Well the new obstacle course Phil came up with should have you right as rain soon enough," the archer quipped, "Who's the Brit?"

"Dr. Henry Morgan, Medical Examiner on loan from the 11th precinct," she told them, "quite the charming Welsh gentleman," she looked at Phil, "ready for the third degree Boss."

"Not today," Phil smiled, "let's get back and I'll check up on him tomorrow."

"She's a pretty thing," Abe said as he drove Henry home.

Henry gave a slight chuckle, "More than pretty Abe, did you see her eyes?"

"No missed those when you were mooning over her," the older man joked.

"They're like nothing I've ever seen, she's a princess, from Vanaheim," Henry informed his son, his voice just full of wonder and intrigue.

"Norse," Abe said, "interesting."

Henry looked at Abe with a curious glance, "You've heard of her?"

"You don't read the news," Abe told him, "That alien invasion that happened a couple years ago, she was at the center of it. With that Loki or Lucky, whatever his name is, she almost died Henry."

"Oh," Henry remarked thoughtfully. The conversation dropped for a moment as Dr. Morgan reflected on the new information, Lucas had been talking about her while they were working but he was too focused on the task in front of him to pay attention. Perhaps he should ask Lucas more about her tomorrow.

"She's immortal, you know," Abe commented looking at Henry quickly before turning back to the road.

"Is she now," Henry's voice perked up, "I had heard speculation of immortality amongst Asgardians but apparently it expands to the other realms, perhaps…"

"No Henry, with all the research we've done about your condition I think we can safely say that you're not a god," Abe cracked as he parked the Seville.

"Perhaps you're right Abe," Henry laughed, "She's immortal, that's a turn I didn't expect."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Let me get past the first date before I go spilling my life story after all it is a long one," Henry said as they walked into the antique shop.

"Not as long as hers," Abraham informed him, "her story is everywhere; you just need to open your eyes Henry."

That night Henry and Abe pulled up all the information on Amaliya, there was quite a bit. From her involvement with SHIELD and the organization known as the X-Men along with the incident only miles away from them, there were hundreds upon hundreds of stories of the Princess of Vanaheim. The names and ignorance that was printed about her it almost made Henry physically ill, that kind of blatant hate was sickening and he had been through similar. There were other stories that didn't garner as much attention such as all her philanthropic endeavors such as being a public relations liaison for the NYPD.

Amaliya had changed her appearance; her hair was noticeably shorter, just past her shoulders, a huge difference from the cascading hair that hit her thighs in the pictures just a few years ago, still jet black and her pale skin had taken on more of an olive-like tone. She was still recognizable; Henry thought it was more about acclimation than disguise. He had tried disguises before, none of them worked very well. All the research was extensive and exhaustive; Abe had passed out in a pile of magazines. If anything, even with all the negative press surrounding this poor girl, it made Henry more intrigued by her. The photos he searched over while they didn't remotely capture her beauty, she was still stunning in pictures it was her eyes that drew him. Liya in 90% of her pictures, even the ones she posed for, her eyes were sad, full of melancholy. Henry sat back in his chair looking at this photo of this striking woman only to feel such sympathy for her. What made her this sorrowful and how could he see her joyful again?

"So," Hawkeye said between punches in their sparring session, "this Brit?"

"He's Welsh," Liya said dodging out of the way throwing a right hook of her own.

"What's the difference?" Clint asked catching her punch, "getting sloppy Alexander," spinning her around by the arm.

"No," she said with a grunt of effort as she used his weight against him flipping him on the mat lined floor, "just giving you a false sense of security Barton," she smiled sweetly wiping the sweat from her brow. "The difference is someone saying you're from Canada when you're a yank," her voice grew to a playfully Cockney accent making Barton laugh as she helped him up.

"Gotcha," he said sweeping her legs out from under her, "So Wales is the Canada of Great Britain, still gettin' sloppy doll face."

Clint gave her a roguish wink offering a hand but Liya grabbed his hand pulling him down and she put him in a reverse arm bar, "Now say I'm king of the mountain," she whispered.

"Alright, alright," he said wincing in pain, "You're king of the mountain! Now ease up Princess."

"Don't call me that cupcake," she pushed him away trying hard not to smile.

"Didn't realize you'd abdicated the throne," Clint fired back at her.

"Big word for you archer, don't hurt yourself."

Clint threw his sparring mitt at her, "Stop spending so much time around Stark, you're getting way too snarky for your own good."

"Blame Javier and Kevin," she told him tossing the mitt back at him, "I haven't seen Tony in a few weeks. We tend to disagree on how things are supposed to be run."

"How are things with good ole Espo? Awkward?"

"Not the slightest," she told him, "Javi is still trying to apologize but he doesn't need to. I'm just happy to have a friend in him."

"Alexander," Coulson said over the loud speaker, "A word," the two words everyone at SHIELD dreaded from Coulson, the drastic change in his voice from authoritative to grim was unsettling to put it mildly.

Liya sighed, "Well freedom was nice while it lasted," she sighed as Clint helped her up.

"Aw come on Vanaheim, I'm sure Coulson will go easy on you," he laughed escorting her out of the training room to Coulson's office.

Author's note - I would love some feedback for those that are reading this or drop me a line, I'm always open for critique.