This one is for Dead Alchemist x Please read and review - it's longer than the last few have been x

...Tony's son

Lady Sif was rather enjoying her stay on Midgard. It was quite pleasant, and she could see why Thor liked it so much. Thor's mortal was also delightful, and his team almost equally so - she and the red-head, Natasha, had had a long conversation on the use of various weapons in combat situations; and the Captain's morals were interesting to challenge.

The Doctor was curious about Asgard and its customs, but polite about it, unlike the Man of Iron, Tony Stark, who was incredibly inquisitive but also devastatingly sarcastic.

Sif had to say she quite liked him.

He reminded her slightly of Loki, only without the air of menace and insanity around him.

She'd met most of the team - all of them except the Hawk, who was on a mission elsewhere (the Captain said somewhere called New Delhi), and Tony's son, who seemed to vanish when anyone else was in the vicinity.

She'd already heard all about Stark's former womanising ways, despite his current relationship with Pepper Potts, and if his son looked anything like his father, never mind inheriting his father's brains, he would be quite a force to be reckoned with.

It was her second to last day on Midgard that she finally spoke to him, either over one of those things mortals called telephones or intercoms. She didn't know much about either - it was far too closely related to magic for her liking.

"Lady Sif?"

Sif, to her credit, didn't jump. "Yes?"

"I am JARVIS. I was told that you were disappointed about the fact that we hadn't spoken."

"It's quite alright," Sif said, unusually modest.

"I am sorry that you're leaving soon. I know that Mr Odinson was glad you have you visiting."

"And I'm sorry I won't be able to meet you in person. I'm sure that you are just as good a person as your father, and probably as smart too."

"In person? Father?" JARVIS asked, puzzled.

Sif, however, didn't hear him. "If you'll excuse me Mr Stark. I have to pack my things." With that Sif strode off.