Not going to lie, I'm actually a little worried about this chapter, so hopefully you guys like it.

Chapter Four

"Is this her?" A voice whispers.

"She looks like you," Another male voice says.

"You must be proud, Captain of America," A new voice says.

My eyes snap open, and despite ten people standing in front of me, my eyes land on a man with dark hair and eyes.

"Howard?" I ask, paling and sliding back slightly. How did he survive? What does he want from me?

Steve steps forward, looking at me curiously. "This is his son. Tony."

I swallow carefully, forcing my body to relax. "Hi." What did he teach you about me?

Tony looks confused. "Did you know my father?"

Flashes of needles and scary machines fill my mind, causing me to wince and reach up to feel the chain hidden by my waist length hair. "Something like that."

Stark frowns, but a huge man even bigger than Steve steps forward, his blonde hair hanging to his shoulders and dressed in a weird costume. "You must be Lady Sara." He says in his strange voice.

I swallow carefully. "Hi. I'm sorry, who are you?"

The giant beams, looking pleased with himself. "I am Thor, God of Thunder."

"There's only one God." I say, glancing around for help.

"Steve hasn't told you?" A man with buzzed brown hair and sharp blue eyes asks. "I thought you said she knew."

"I know what?" I demand shakily.

Steve moves closer and crouches to my level, watching me steadily as I force myself into a sitting position. "We've discovered that aliens are real," He says quietly.

I blink. "Right. And my father didn't abandon us and Howard Stark was a good man."

"I never abandoned you," He presses, looking genuinely concerned, but I don't meet his eyes. "Sara-"

"What does Howard have to do with anything?" Tony asks, effectively cutting him off. "I mean, I agree he was a piece of sh-" He backtracks at Steve's glare. "-uh, crap, but what do you know about it?"

I choose not to answer, focusing on the brown haired man. "What's your name?"

"Clint," He says, offering a hand. I hesitate before shaking it, and he nods once. "Your father's right though. There are aliens. Thor's one of them."

I eye the blonde giant carefully. "That's what you normally look like, right? You're not going to… um…"

"No, this is my true form." He says, smiling at me like I'm an old friend. "I am from Asgard."

I pause, frantically searching for the reason it's familiar. "Norse mythology. Mom had me study it a long time ago."

He nods, looking pleased.

"What about Loki?" I ask. "Isn't he a halfling?"

Everyone shifts uncomfortably.

"Sara, Loki led an attack on New York not too long ago." Steve says, rising and looking at all of the people around him. "Most of us fought him."

I purse my lips. "I'm assuming you won?"

He nods, a faint smile on his face. "Yeah, we won."

A man moves from behind the bodies into my line of sight, and I scream, smacking into the back of the couch. "What is that?" I ask frantically, curling my legs against my chest as a shield.

Steve blinks, startled, and then follows my gaze to the purple and yellow… thing… behind him. "This is Vision." He says calmly, as if that thing is always around. "He's on my team."

"I did not mean to frighten you," He says, his voice oddly… robotic. "I am an android."

I blink. "So you're a machine?" I ask carefully, slowly loosening my grip.

He nods. "I apologize. I should have been more careful when I approached you."

"It's… it's fine," I lower my arms and clear my throat. "What else?"

A pretty woman with long dark hair and eyes steps forward, tugging her red jacket tighter around her. "I am Wanda."

I blink at her accent. "You're Russian, right?" I ask, tensing a little.

She nods. "I am from Russia, but Natasha is still helping me adapt."

I glance at her, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're Russian too," I say quietly. "You're like Dottie."

Natasha straightens quickly. "How did you know her?" She demands, her voice holding a threat.

"Natasha," Steve protests.

Before she can say anything I bolt, vaulting the couch and somehow managing to break out of the door.

"Sara!" Steve calls, and I flinch and speed up. I haven't pushed myself this much since they took me, and I'm not about to be caught by surprise.

I make it to the end of the hall and slam my fist through the window, ignoring the stinging in my hand as I crawl through and jump over the railing.

"Sara!" Steve yells, sounding panicked, but I've survived a lot worse than a six story drop. I feel the wind in my hair, and I let myself enjoy the weightlessness and feeling of flying-

Someone grabs me around my waist and brings me quickly to the ground, the smell of ozone burning my nose. "Let go of me," I hiss, struggling and faintly hearing footsteps as people rush over.

"Lady Sara, we do not wish to hurt you." Thor says from behind me.

I do the only thing I can think of; I turn around and punch him in the face.

Hard.

He stumbles back, slightly shocked, and I shove his arm off and run through the streets, hearing a curse and a single set of footsteps following me. I try a turn and skid to a stop, seeing the dead end, and I whirl around to see Steve blocking my exit, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks, sounding so sincere that I want to believe him.

"Stay away from me," I order, stepping back and trying to calm down. You're going to get out. You're going to get out.

"Talk to me," He orders, moving closer. I move quickly, trying to hit him, but he snags my wrists and forces me to stop, his grip almost painful.

"How could you?" I demand, finally meeting his eyes. His widen slightly, seeing the tears that escaped, but I refuse to let them be a weakness. "After everything they've done, you're going to trust them?"

"What are you talking about?" He asks incredulously.

"They tried to kill Mom," I manage, my voice breaking slightly. "Why would you even think about-"

"Slow down," He says gently, studying me carefully. "Who tried to kill your mother?"

"Dottie," I say quietly. "She- you don't even know what she tried to do. Why would you-"

He releases a breath. "The Russians aren't a threat anymore. Natasha is loyal to the US, I promise."

I swallow, remembering what Mom said. He can't lie. "What about the other one? Wanda?"

"In the process of gaining citizenship." He says evenly. "I don't know what you saw that made you hate them, but-"

"I told you. They tried to kill Mom," I say firmly, deciding not to say the other half.

His eyes narrow slightly, though I maintain eye contact. "You're a terrible liar."

I blink, slightly off guard. How did he- nevermind. Tactician. "You're supposed to be smarter than that. Why did you try to believe them?"

"They proved to me that I can trust them," He says firmly. "They aren't going to hurt you."

I pull away, unable to meet his eyes, and I sense him turn to look at someone.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Wanda says, and I glance up to see her looking crushed. "I had no idea I would affect you so badly, but if you were raised in that time period… I am sorry. I should have been more careful."

I swallow and nods, and she smiles and offers a hand. I can feel Steve's eyes on me, and I shake it quickly.

"I didn't think you would run of," Natasha says, and I take it to be her version of an apology. "Dottie was someone we all had heard about. SHe failed to kill Peggy Carter- your mother- and I didn't think you would know about that."

"I overheard her talking about it," I whisper. "I wasn't supposed to know."

Steve sighs beside me. "Do you always break the rules?"

"Based on what I've been told, I get it from you."

"You do," Natasha says flatly, earning a glare from Steve. "You can trust me, Sara. I'll try to help you with it."

I shake my head. "It doesn't matter. He should be dead now anyway."

"Who?" Steve asks forcefully.

Natasha glares at him warningly. "Don't answer unless you want to."

"Nat-" He protests, but her eyes darken enough for him to back off.

I bite my lip contemplatingly. "A man tried to kill me before I was taken." I say quietly, glancing at Natasha. "He was Russian. All I can remember was that he had a metal arm."