EMILY
"Miss Stark, Aiden Fury is trying to contact you."
I'm in my bedroom having a pajama day as I try to fix some glitches on my glasses.
"Direct him to my cell phone," I tell Jarvis, who Dad finally managed to fix after the incident with Eliza. Dad thinks some squirrels just decided they were hungry and wanted to eat the security cameras, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about some house guests I had over (what made him suspect squirrels, I don't know, but I'm not questioning it).
I answer my cell and plop down on my fluffy blue beanbag. "How did you get my phone number?" I ask Aiden.
"Dude, this is SHIELD," Aiden laughs. "We know everything."
"Ok, ok. Do you have any specific reason for finding my phone number? Or is this just something you do in your free time?"
"No. I have a reason. Have you happened to see Becca around recently?"
"Nope. Why asking?"
"She's fallen overboard off the Helicarrier when we landed in the ocean during that hurricane, and now nobody can find her. We have search-and rescue boats and scuba-divers out in a 50-mile radius of the ship, but we're about ready to give up."
"You can't give up!" I really liked Becca even though I'd only met her once. "What can I do to help?"
"I don't really know," I can practically feel the stress in Aiden's voice.
An idea suddenly hits me. "Hey," I say slowly, "guess what I have that you don't?"
"Umm... ADHD?"
"No. You need Jarvis!"
"What could Jarvis possibly do?"
"He can control things."
"Such as..."
"Do I really need to explain this all to you? Sheesh. Lia was right when she said you were a little... slow."
"Just tell me!"
I feel a smile forming on my lips. "Jarvis can control the Iron Man suits."
BECCA
"Ok, let me get this straight. I'm Odin's daughter, and your adopted sister, which makes me a Norwegian goddess from Discard-"
"Asgard," Loki corrects me.
"Whatever. Then I was stolen as a baby by rebellious aliens called Safaris-"
"Chutari," Loki corrects me again.
"Gosh sorry," I begin to play with the ends of my long brown hair. It's a bad habit I start doing whenever I'm really nervous. "So, the... aliens... used the Bifrost to send me to Earth, and I guess I know the rest of the story."
"Finally! I never imagined it would take you so long to figure this out."
I shift on the couch. "So, why - after all these years, did you decide to find me?"
"We've always been searching for you, but after the Chutari sent you to Midgard, you became mortal. Trying to find one certain mortal out of 7 billion became quite perplexing."
"How did you finally find me?"
"I have been monitoring Midgardian newspapers for a long time now, and that aeroplane wreck you pulled off a week ago most definitely caught my eye. I began to search for you more around the area of the crash, and there you were! Hiding on a large flying boat."
"I wouldn't exactly consider it 'hiding' as much as it was 'living' on the Helicarrier."
"To be honest with you, I do not care."
I roll my eyes. "So... you found me. Now what?"
Loki chuckles. "Ahh, yes. Now for the hard part. As of now, you are my prisoner."