For those of you still reading this, if there are any of you left, I'm sorry about not updating sooner. You guys deserve probably about five chapters now, so I'm gonna write some more tonight before I move on to "Where my Fathers Died". It's been so busy, with college and stuff, and I've been more focused on my other fanfic, AND Captain Hill Week is coming up on tumblr so I'm writing something for that as well. If you're on tumblr: follow me! mariahills-capsicle.
And, thanks for sticking around to read chapter six. Chapter seven *hopefully* coming soon. :)
-randomblueboots
Irina Yumiko Romanoff-Barton
"Well this is just fabulous!"
"Think of this as an opportunity." Helena said.
"For what?!" Niel gasped. "Now we can't even go home!"
"To regroup, and figure things out. We have to work together to get back into Asgard. We can't just separate. Together we can do anything. We can find another way into Asgard."
"Like what?" Maggie frowned. She was leaning against the back wall, gripping her sword angrily. She wanted to go home. Irina could see it in her eyes. All of them did.
"So what are we going to do?" Irina asked. She looked over at Aspen and Noah expectantly, but the answer came from Adrian.
"The Odinsons are all experts on Asgard. Do any of you know another way in?"
"Are you crazy?" Finley glared. "There are no other ways into Asgard."
"That's not true." Jordan said with a sigh.
"What?!" Maddie said.
"There are plenty of other ways into Asgard. You've just got to know where they are. I believe there is one here on Midgard, but I never knew where it was. Dad never showed me. He said it would be too dangerous for me to be wandering back and forth between the realms as often as he knew I would if I found that entrance." Jordan said.
"Uncle Loki showed you secret passageways but not me? Unfare." Niel growled.
"They're totally useless." Jordan shrugged.
"The tablets tell of a way into the realm above the realms... maybe if we finish translating them we can use the same method to get into Asgard." Emma said.
"There is no way for us to complete the translation properly without help from Asgardians." Helena said.
"I have an idea. What if I made a Bifrost here on earth?" Aspen said.
"Here? How?" Kate asked.
"Well, dad and Uncle Bruce and Aunt Jane had plenty of notes about the Bifrost I might be able to replicate it."
"That sounds dangerous." Adrian glared. "I wouldn't suggest it. We know next to nothing about Asgardian technology."
"Also, if you make it wrong, it could destroy whole worlds." Maggie said. "That's why dad was separated from mom for so long. Because of Loki's desire to prove himself my dad had to break the bridge which Uncle Loki was using to destroy Jotunheim... you know, before he was good."
"Oh..." Aspen frowned. "I could totally still do it."
"Lets not risk it. I'm sure there are other ways to get there." Jordan sighed. Aspen huffed, but agreed. Irina's eyes found Noah's blue ones as he smiled up at her from where he sat on the sofa, and she felt butterflies flitting around in her stomach. Naomi caught the look of genuine caring and leaned against the oldest Rogers boy, whispering something that made him laugh. Irina narrowed her eyes at the Barnes girl, but turned away before Noah could look back at her.
"So what are we going to do then?" Adrian asked.
"I for one want to find out where Danny disappeared to." Elsa whispered. She harbored concern for her brother in her deep brown eyes.
"That's a good point." Essie frowned, "He's too far away for me to find him with my head..."
"Alright, so who's on that then?" Noah asked.
"Elsa and I." Eric said.
"I'll help." Essie put in.
"Me too." Irina said.
"And the rest of us?" Jordan asked.
"We need to contact James. I want to see if we can still contact Asgard." Aspen said.
"That's a good idea. Maybe Sif and the Warriors three are listening." Maggie whispered.
Ryker No-one
Ryker moved quickly and quietly through the halls of the Realm above the Realms. Tyr had laid siege on Asgard and taken it with ease. For who could challenge the power of Tyr the god of war? But the question that was with Ryker at all times was "Who am I?" He wandered down to the prison cells where he had to complete his task of fixing Prison Cell Six's door. The very first row of prison cells Tyr had created especially for the Avengers. Ryker had never been allowed in there, but now he was commanded to go and fix one of the cells. It seemed odd that Tyr would command him to do this now, when before he demanded that Ryker not go near that place. "The Avengers are very dangerous. If one happened to get out you would not stand a chance against them."
Ryker walked down the row of cells, examining each of Earth's mightiest heroes: The Captain, Thor, Loki, and so on. Door six was bird-brain's cell, about half-way down the hall. Ryker pulled out his tools and slowly began fixing it up. It was an easy, and fast job and he was done very quickly. Ryker packed up his things and was ready to leave the prison when he caught sight of a familiar face. Of course he had seen Tony Stark's face all over posters and TV on Midgard, but for some reason there was something different about seeing the billionaire up close. Ryker set down his tool box and came up to the cell of the old man. He was smiling, his brown eyes staring off into space. His gray hair had obviously once been a dark brown. Ryker wondered what he was dreaming about. All the prisoners were in a dreaming state- thanks to Sonja's tricks. Ryker was entranced by this man. He had no idea why but for some reason he could not tear his gaze away from Stark's smiling face. There was something about him. Was this why Tyr didn't want me to come down here?
"Artie." Ryker spun around.
"Mother."
"This is fitting." She smiled, looking down at where Stark sat. Then she looked up at her son. "You look so much like him."
"Who?"
"Your father, Arthur." She said softly.
"Mother..." Ryker said, looking over to where Stark sat once more before turning his attention back to the midgardian woman. "Who is my father?"
Daniel Bruce Banner
"That was fantastic!" Pietro gasped. He looked up at the control balcony where Sam was watching through the windows and gave him a thumbs up. "You run pretty fast." He grinned, looking over at Danny who was panting.
"I can run faster than you, old man." Danny snorted.
"We'll see about that." Pietro's thick accented voice was all that was left of him as he bolted off in a blur. Damn. Danny shot after him. I'll catch him anyways. He thought. "You must train the athlete before he's strong enough to compete in the Olympics." Pietro called.
"I don't think they usually accept grandpas in the Olympics." Danny shouted after him. Pietro slowed to a halt, groaning.
"There was a time when that title belonged to only one man." He said with a sigh. "Your Uncle Steve. It most certainly does not belong to me." Then he noticed that Danny wasn't stopping. "You can stop running now, Danny." He said.
"I- I can't." Danny gasped. He couldn't slow down. He felt like a child on a sugar high, rushing from one end of the room to the next, all across the walls, and past Sam on the balcony. Sam didn't seem worried at all. Everything was moving in slow motion, but Pietro sped up and called out to him.
"Danny, I need you to relax. Reel it in. Breathe! Just press pause." Danny breathed in deeply and began pulling in his power. He felt the gamma radiation in his chest and let it rest there, yanking in more and more, and breathing in more deeply until at last he'd slowed down. He held his energy and power within his body. It hurt, but at least he had it under control.
"Great, great job." Pietro grinned, patting him on his shoulder. Suddenly, an aching pain hit him right in the chest.
"Pietro!" Scott's voice rang over the intercom in the room. "His heart rate is at a disastrous elevation. He's pulling the gamma energy into his heart! He's going into cardiac arrest."
"Danny!" Pietro gasped. "That's not what I meant by 'reel it in'." Danny groaned, clutching his heart, dizzy. Things within were moving on his energy-far too fast. He was going to burn out his heart if it didn't stop... if he couldn't... everything slowly, and painfully faded away into darkness.
