I finally got around to uploading! Hopefully I will be able to more now that school is calming down. I saw Age of Ultron the other week and it was AMAZING. But as of now I don't plan on having it be part of the plot of this story. Maybe later if I have an idea involving it. As always all rights belong to Marvel Studios. Let me know you thoughts, suggestions would be appreciated. Sorry for any spelling/grammar or if I say anything that is not correct about Asgard or the Marvel Universe.

It didn't matter where she traveled waking up after using that much magic was worse than any physical training Eve had ever been through. However, the view from her room almost made up for it. She had a room high up in the castle with a perfect view of the surrounding kingdom.

That being said Eve did notice Thor has given her a guest room that would almost be impossible to leave without being noticed. Stretching Eve fell back down onto her bed, dreading when she would eventually have to get up and find a way out of this god forsaken prison. Climbing out the window would be difficult if not impossible, but wandering through the hallways would most likely lead to more trouble.

Poe cawed impatiently from the window, more eager to leave the castle then even his mistress.

Eve walked over the window one last time and peered as far down as she could see. There was a balcony what looked like three floors down which would at least allow her to get part of the way down. There was even some vines growing that she could climb down. It was too easy.

Before Eve could get a proper gripping, there was a knock at the door.

"Lady Eve" Thor shouted.

"One second," Eve quickly entered the room thankful she never changed out of her cloths the night before. She opened the door with the least threatening smile she could muster.

"How do you fare?" Thor said returning her smile.

"Just fine, but I really should be leaving soon. I was never meant to stop here."

"You mustn't," Thor said quickly. "It's nearly evening. It will not be safe for a-"

"I assure you I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself." Eve looked out the window and realized the Sun was in fact not rising but setting. Healing Sif had taken more out of her then she had realized. If her magic was growing this weak there was a good chance Thor was right and she wouldn't survive alone for much longer.

"You will come to dinner. We have a feast fit for kings." Thor request was not a question as much as a statement. Eve would be there whether or not she wanted to be.

"Very well," she agreed reluctantly. "But give me a few seconds to freshen up. A girl has to look her best when dinning with such accomplished men."

With a flirtatious smile Eve slammed the door in his face. Honestly she couldn't care less about impressing Thor. He may not be as dumb as his brother claimed but he was hardly a genius.

Looking out the window Eve sighed. Trying to run with the crowned prince waiting for her, would guarantee she would be caught. But going to dine with Thor and his friends could prove to be just as dangerous.

As she turned back toward the door Eve caught her reflection in a mirror. She looked tired. Bags had formed under her eyes and her hair was a disaster. Eve laughed thinking how such petty things used to bother her so much.

"Suck it up." Eve muttered. Then quickly set to braiding her hair down her back and using a small amount of magic to hide her fatigue and any other injuries.

Opening the door Eve once again put on a smile, even if with every step she wanted to stab Thor and make a run for it.

"Ready?"

"Lead the way."

As they approached the dinning hall, Eve began to take stock of all her weapons. She has several concealed within quick reach if she needed them. There wasn't much hope of this meal going well. If Loki was there all hell will break loose, if not she would still be facing a "polite" interrogation from some of Asgard's finest warriors and likely their king as well.

"Here we are" Thor pushed open a large door.

The first thing Eve noticed was the smell. There could be a lot said about Asgardian cooking. The warriors three were already digging in to as Thor had promised a feast. Food that could have fed a village for a month was being unceremoniously eaten with speed Eve would have found astonishing if her gaze hadn't been captured by the man sitting in the corner seat.

He looked small than when she had seen him last. Clearly he was being offered enough to eat, but from his posture it was clear he felt unwelcomed. His hair was neatly pushed back, and his gazed hidden in a book.

Thor bounded over to the table saying, "Friends we have a guest do try to save her something to eat, and just as importantly me."

Out the sound of his voice everyone looked up. The warriors three showed mixed emotions about her being there, but none were outwardly hostile. Fandral even gave Eve a big smile, apparently being threatened by Poe hadn't had a lasting effect on him.

All of this was barely taken in by Eve she was still warily focused on Loki. He finally tore his gaze from the book to see what all the commotion was about. Briefly looking at Thor who was taking up most of the attention in the room, before landing on Eve and freezing.

Loki stood up immediately and drop his book, picking up his unused knife.

If Eve hadn't been trained in combat she may not of been able to duck as Loki's knife hissed straight passed where her head had been.

She stood up straight and smiled at Loki. Her smile held no warmth, her eyes became cold and angry.

Loki picked up his closest weapon, which happened to be a fork. As the other occupants stared in shock.

"Now now Loki. Let's stop trying to kill me with kitchen utensils, we both know it's going to take a lot more than that."

Then all hell broke loose.