When the door opened, Thor son of Odin, was prepared for a fight. He was not, however, prepared for a midgardian child no higher than his elbow. She was a slight girl, with big eyes that conveyed cleverness, and a strange blue thing covering her arm and hand. Thor tried to dry his tears as those grey eyes stared into his soul.

"Hey, are you alright?" Her voice was not what he was expecting, it was softer, somehow he thought her voice would not sound like it belonged to a child.

"I am afraid not child, I have just received news of my father's death," her eyes seemed to soften at that. The child looked unsure for a moment before she moved steadily closer to him, eventually coming to sit by his side. It was almost comical, the difference in size between the two.

"I'm sorry for your loss," she reached into her pocket, pulling out something that smelled sweet before popping it into her mouth and offering another to him, "when I was little, my dad would always give me a piece of gum when I was sad. It helped, still does."

"Do your parents know you are here? This does not seem the proper place for a little girl," he accepted the sweet smelling thing, gum, she had called it.

"No, they don't, but my uncle gave me permission to be here," the midgardian girl shrugged, "Even if he doesn't really know where here is."

"Tell me, Child of Midgard, what is your name?" Thor asked her curiously

"Arya, And you are?" Arya, the strange name suited her, he found. It conveyed the strength and determination he saw in her eyes, but the way she asked for his own seemed like a test.

"My name is Thor, Son of Odin, god of Thunder," her eyebrows shot up.

"Then why can't you lift the hammer? Mjolnir, right?" Arya's eyes turned sharp, the image of a wolf stalking its prey popped into his mind.

"My father stripped me of my powers as punishment," he didn't know why, but he suddenly found himself telling her everything about Jotunheim and his exile. There was a long pause after he finished. Arya opened her mouth to respond when the door flew open.

"Arya! What are you doing in here?" Her grey eyes were blown wide as the Son of Coul walked into the room.

"I'm sorry Uncle C, I got lost and this was the first room I found," she scrambled up, waving goodbye to the god as she left.

"I believe him, and I don't care if you think I'm crazy for doing it. Probably not an actual god, I'd say he's an alien mistaken for one by the Vikings because of his tech," Arya said with a shrug as soon as they were alone.

Their choices to believe whether or not Thor was crazy was nullified as soon as a rainbow carrying four warriors opened up in the sky. That and the giant robot that followed them.

"I told you! I told you! I fucking told you!" Arya yelled as she ran beside the two agents, "Barton, gimme an EMP arrow!"

The man complied, she immediately started taking it apart and attaching a device to it. Her small fingers were a blur as she worked on making the two machines one.

"What is that thing?" Barton asked her.

"Remote hacking device, I made the rough drafts a few years back, but Uncle T and I finalized it, like, two weeks ago," she said as she handed the arrow back to him, "shoot the giant robot and I'll be able to shut it down, and don't miss, I only have one of those things on me."

Barton scoffed at the playfuly at the challenge Arya proposed, he could see why Fury liked her so much. Both of them watched as the arrow soared through the air and into the metal back of the destroyer, as soon as it hit Arya got to work. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, the destroyer started jerking around erratically. Her work was not enough to stop it, but it was enough to slow it down while Thor and the others destroyed it.

Then Thor left the earth without even telling her goodbye, dick.

Decided to give y'all a funny ending for this one, because shits about to get real depressing once we reach The Avengers. This chapter was actually very short compared to the others, mostly because Arya wasn't part of the MAIN main cation y'know?