It is the first time Steve has been out in the field since he woke. There is a lingering feeling of strangeness, and not all of that can be attributed to the new uniform, but if he's honest with himself, this is the best he has felt. This he knows how to deal with.

He has already taken down one escaped prisoner, and helped SHIELD agents evacuate civilians, when he sees her. A beautiful blond woman, in a thin white dress, stands in the middle of the street staring up at the lightning tornado. There is something about her that makes Steve pause for a minute.

But he has a job to do, and he can't stand here wondering about her. "Excuse me, Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to move. This area needs to be evacuated."

The woman turns to him, blond hair shimmering and eyes mirthful. Steve feels pinned under her gaze. "Are you worried for my well being, mortal?" She laughs softly. "You are sweet, but you need not do so. I am here to help you." The woman's body glows gold. When it dies down she is covered in gold armor, a spear in hand. There is a necklace around her throat that Steve isn't sure if it is just glowing, or if it is on fire. A cloak of falcon feathers hangs from her shoulders. Behind her is a chariot pulled by two oversized cats. In all, she's not a woman Steve would want to mess with.

The woman steps onto the chariot and holds a hand out to him. "Come, Captain. I believe we have work to do."

Steve hesitates for a moment, but Coulson's voice in his ear tells him that Freya is on their side. He takes her hand and that chariot takes off, into the sky. Steve grips the chariot tightly, and the woman laughs at him, the wind blowing her golden hair back. And he thought he had seen everything.

/

Tony, thanks to his ability to fly, is the one who gets the privilege of engaging Thor. He officially adds flying through a lightning tornado to the list of things he never wants to do again. At the center he can finally see Thor, and yeah, the whole Norse God thing doesn't seem like such a stretch anymore. The man's armor bulges under ridiculous muscles. The lightning is finally dying down, being draw to Thor and his hammer, which for once isn't a Tony Stark innuendo. Well shit, this isn't going to be easy.

"Hey! Muscles!" Tony calls out. "You just released a bunch of prisoners that are now destroying the city. What part of that is supposed to make us think you aren't our enemy?"

"It was unintentional!" Thor shouted back. Wow, if Tony hadn't just seen the display of lightning, he would have said Thor became the thunder god because of how loud his voice is. "It was simply a consequence of my powers returning."

"Bullshit," Tony snaps back. "Doesn't excuse the fact that you put civilians in danger, Big and Blond."

Beside him, Loki materializes from nowhere. "Tony, watch out for-"

"Jotun!" Thor growls. Electricity crackles around the hammer, and his blue eyes turn to steel. Tony sees immediately that he has been trained so long to see a Jotun as an enemy that seeing one now will send him into a battle frenzy. Sure enough, Thor raises his arm and throws the hammer.

"Move!" Tony shouts, shoving Loki out of the way. The hammer hits him square in the back, and damn that hurts! The electricity crawls over his suit, making Tony grit his teeth against the pain.

Tony goes flying back, the suit trying to deal with the sudden increase of power. Before he can crash into a building someone catches him. Tony forces his head up and looks right into Fárbauti's eyes. It is like looking into the middle of a blizzard, and it makes Tony very glad he is not on the receiving end of that look.

Fárbauti brakes apart into a million pieces of snow. They all go flying forward, towards Thor. Thunder crackles around the Asgardian, but it does nothing to slow down the snow from cutting into Thor's flesh. By the time Fárbauti reforms Thor is bleeding heavily, his arm shaking ever so slightly. The Jotun Queen breaks apart for another attack.

"Are you all right, Tony?" Loki is beside him, looking way too amused to be concerned.

"Yeah," Tony answers, only offering the Jotun Prince a quick glance before refocusing his attention on Thor. "Remind me never to piss off your mom."

Loki chuckles, and it's really unfair that it sounds like fingers ghosting over Tony's flesh. "Wait until you meet my father."

"Right," Tony sighs. What the hell did he go and get himself involved in?

Thor roars loudly, his hammer smashing into Fárbauti's side. The queen slams the palm of her hand into Thor's nose. There is a loud crunching noise, letting Tony know the blond's nose has been broken. "Excuse me," Loki says. The same dangerous look that was in Fárbauti's eyes is now in Loki's, and Tony sees right then and there how much Loki has taken after his mother.

Loki is suddenly behind Thor. He rams the butt of an ice spear between Thor's shoulder blades. At the same time Fárbauti clamps a hand over the Thunderer's face and he goes slack in her grip. Tony flies around a bit to get a better look. Thor hasn't passed out, but he certainly is dazed.

Loki says something to Fárbauti, which causes Thor to growl. The Jotun Queen pulls her hand back with a scream when Thor's lightning attacks her. He falls a few feet before he gains control of himself again. "Run home, Thor, before you cause any more damage," Loki taunts. They should probably have a talk about not taunting people who came break him like a twig.

Thor opens his mouth to respond again, but Fárbauti, another Fárbauti grips his head again. This time when Thor goes limp, he stays that way.

"So," Tony says slowly, "that's done."

"Yes, and now there's the matter of where he will be imprisoned," Loki adds.

"Ugh, more politics," Tony groans.

Loki chuckles softly. "You are marrying a prince, Stark. You will have to become used to it."

"And fast." Fárbauti moves closer to them, still holding Thor's head like some broken doll. "Since you agreed, you will have to meet Laufey and gain his approval before the engagement becomes official."

"Do not worry," Loki purrs. "It is more a formality than anything, seeing as my mother approves of you already."

Fárbauti smiles at him, but the kindness is mostly negated by the fact that she is clutching a man's head like it's an orange.

"Well, I am loveable," Tony laughs, a ting of nervousness to the noise.

"It seems as if there are still other fights going on," Loki sighs, as if he is horribly upset by the incompetence of the Midgardians.

Tony smirks. "Bet you I capture more escapees than you can."

Loki grins back at him in a way that sends a shiver down Tony's back. "And what exactly do I receive when I win?"

"If you win, Princess." Tony takes off without really answering, Loki hot on his heels.