First of all I would thank my new beta lillisa34 for provreading and correcting this chapter in lightening speed.


The Asgardian queen was looking horrified at the gatekeeper in his golden shining armour. What he had shared with her was completely against every fibre of her being. No wonder the All-father blamed himself for completely disregarding Midgard in favour of other realms. Was this the reason why he pushed the architects to rebuild the rainbow bridge as soon as possible? He had argued that Asgard is isolated through the destruction of the Rainbow Bridge and that other forces would use their absence to bring chaos to the nine realms once again. Had he talked to the Norns? Where did the Vampires come from? It was highly unlikely but not impossible that they were from Midgard. What they had planned with the mortal girl was unforgiveable and she would not stand for it. She needed to find a way to help. Maybe she could investigate in her son's study. While Thor had evaded his study like a pest and only used it to collect trophies of his fights, and while Loki's study looked like a scholar's paradise. Unknown number of books, parchment, and many other things that he found interesting to study, were organized on shelves and tables. Perhaps he had documented the hidden portals somewhere. The All-father had tried giving the order to bring Loki's books and notes, but after another severe fight with her, he had relented, and ordered to leave everything the way it was. She knew it was his way of dealing with his loss. Bringing a mortal to Asgard was against the law, as they were considered uncultured. However, according to Heimdall, they were posing a considerable threat not only to the girl, but also to other mortals. They loved inflicting pain on mortals, which they just considered as their squealing meals. It seemed that Asgard had to intervene, as the mortals were unable to deal with this horrific threat on their own. However, could they also pose a threat to Asgardians? Would their venom also turn Asgardians? They were much stronger than Midgardians, but Vampires turning Asgardians was a frightening possibility indeed. She needed to visit the Asgardian library once again, and maybe their wisest Scholars had come across something similar.

Heimdall continued gazing into the realms but he could almost hear the Queen thinking. She had been appalled at the happenings on the Midgardian realm, and although he was glad that he had been able to divert her attention from the loss of her son, he became slightly uneasy if he should have told her everything as she is known for her strong empathic powers. Nevertheless, lying was treason, as she was his Queen. Looking deeper into the Abyss, he suddenly had the feeling that he could see a shape looking similar to Loki standing on an asteroid in front of another large asteroid shaped in form of a throne. The shape was tense and shook as if he was in intense pain. As he tried to focus more on the shape to find out if he was seeing correctly, the entire scene disappeared as if someone was pulling a curtain above it. Someone else was powerful enough to hide from his watchful gaze! On the other hand, did he just want to find the Traitor so badly for his queen that he was imagining things? As he could not be certain about it, he did not want to burden the queen with more sorrow.


He could not take any more pain. After falling so far into the Abyss, he did not know where he had been. Thanos had found him and brought him here. He had shown him that he was deceived from the very beginning. His "father" had never loved him, as he was the very manifestation of his enemies. He was a frost giant. Except he was nothing like the savage monsters he had encountered on Jotunheim. He was intelligent, could fight fiercely if necessary, and considered handsome on Asgard in his "Asgardian" form. It must have been his mother's magic. However, he had seen his form after he found out about his true heritage, and he had difficulties finding his original form. His mother had woven a very powerful spell that had somehow changed his physique. What's more, he hated the cold. He always had. Thanos had shown him that "his" people, his false family, hated him. His "father" had thrown him in the Abyss. He only had believed, that he had let go of the staff. His "father" had thrown him in the Abyss and his family was celebrating his "demise" with a huge banquet. Thanos had shown him and had agreed to help him with his revenge, but he had to learn new things. Moreover, if he did not learn fast enough then he would receive punishment. This creature was very strong and powerful. Maybe even more powerful than the All-father himself. With the sceptre, he had received he will take Midgard and take what is his and ultimately so he will take what is under his brothers protection. With the sceptre, which had a connection to one infinity stone he had been able to establish a mental connection with Eric Selvick, one of Thor's morsels of a friend. He was his way of getting to Midgard. When he would have taken Midgard he would show the All-father that he was a far better ruler then Thor. He would prove him wrong. The people on Midgard where slaughtering each other. With him as their king this would stop. He would not allow them to believe in some puny deities. Thanos had watched Midgard very closely because he wanted the blue infinity stone they called the Tesseract. What had surprised him was the vast difference in development. Some parts of Midgard where further developed than others. It seemed that there were centuries of mental development between them. He remembered that he had visited Midgard centuries ago. Nevertheless, the part that was currently centuries behind the actual more modern part had been the more advanced one back then. Something terrible must have happened. In addition, most of the evidence pointed to religious fanatism, exploitation and ignorance. However, he decided he had to find out more when he had taken Midgard. He just hoped that Thanos would allow him to sleep soon. He had not slept for a very long time. In the back of his mind, he had the nagging feeling that Thanos was not telling him everything about his plans and wanted him to be that tired. He had read once that sleep deprivation was making people more susceptible to suggestions. Thanos would not succeed in brainwashing him to do his bidding. He was a prince of Asgard. He was strong! He should have been king and not Thor! He would show his "father" that he was the better choice. All he had to do was bring Thanos the infinity stone. Hoping he was allowed to sleep soon. He was getting visions again. He could see three pale, royal looking people talking to their equally pale subjects, who looked like a wild group of savages. The most disturbing thing was their red eyes. The feeling of dread was becoming almost unbearable and quite tangible. It became even worse, when the scene changed to a densely grown forest where he could spot a young woman running desperately from something. No! The red headed savage hunted her! All of a sudden, he saw her drip over a hidden root and all of them were over her. "Keep her alive! We need her!" their red-eyed slimy leader shouted! As another wave of pain brought him back to reality he hoped, that these visions did not become true. He had no idea why he kept having visions of this female even back on Asgard, but he detested these horrid creatures. "You fell asleep again, young prince!" the colossal violet creature informed him. "Your training is almost complete and the Chitauri are almost ready to serve you." She was a dream not a vision. His mind must have wandering again. He could not wait to finally cross the barrier of the thesseract and begin his reign.


"I'm sorry Phil, but Tony hasn't returned to Stark Tower currently." Piper, the fiery redhead assistant informed her favourite agent. What have you done now! Tony! Clashing with this agency was not a good idea.

She heard him sigh: "Does Mr. Stark have any other houses in New York where he could have taken her? Our satellites showed him arrive in New York, but then the trail becomes cold."

She remembered that he had mentioned an old Dollhouse of his father that he wanted to check out, but she had forbidden it to him, because she did not like the idea of Tony Stark in brothels. He had just laughed at her, and told her that it was just a property that he owned. That it was not a real dollhouse, but his father had used it as such. However, the address was beyond her.

"I'm sorry Phil, but I only know that his father used to have a few houses in New York, but that is all. I think one of your agents and an actress has lived in one for some time."

Seems I have to ask mum about the address. Phil thought.


The look on the man sitting opposite was positively shocked. He was sitting straight and clutching the pencil with his eyes wide open. She had to admit, she had expected any reaction, but not a completely silent Tony Stark. Not able to resist she leaned forward and waved her right hand in front of his eyes and it seemed to have the desired effect as he came back from his line of thought and he ranted:

"Hell! No! I had no idea that this entry way was even possible. It is decided. I am not letting you out of sight again. The risk that you could work for any of my competitors or enemies is simply too high."

Bella felt extremely proud again. She also knew that she was probably sitting opposite to the only person who was able to help her with building weapons against her leech problem and the moment should not be squandered. "Speaking of enemies" she started carefully "I have told you how to make the proper adjustments for the protection of your AI, but do you think you could help me with my vampire problem? S.H.I.E.L.D. has no idea how they could decimate their population without endangering civilians."

"Are we playing 'Manus manum lavat' (one hand washes the other) now?" He enquired, grinning and rubbing his hands in anticipation. "I have several ideas, based on the files you have written and I have contacted Dr. Cho."

Why has he done that? Seeing her questioning gaze he went on."I need a sample of the poison to analyse so that I can cook up an antidote for all eventualities. Of course, it is too dangerous to catch one marble homunculus and that is why I need your tissue. The clowns in S.H.I.E.L.D. would squander the sample without any result. I'm your best chance."

"You should have gone into advertising Stark, but I believe that you are our best chance." Bella began dryly. "But I also want it to be noted that S.H.I.E.L.D. has brilliant scientists too."

Tony could not stop his explosive laughter. "Yes, but I wouldn't trust them as far as I can throw them. They are just following orders, and not permitted to think outside of the box. S.H.I.E.L.D. has always ulterior motives, kid."

Bella scoffed at that: "And you don't? With every invention your stock price rises. This means you win double time. So please do not tell me anything about ulterior motives. I would be dead or worse!" she emphasized her rising anger with pointing her index finger at him.

"She is correct. Mr. Stark." Said the calm voice from the door, and Bella could see her Uncle Phil coming into the room and much to Tony Stark's dismay. This is getting ridiculous. Why are they always walking in residences as if they own them? How do they know we are here?

"Security breach!" he exclaimed dramatically but just received a light friendly grin from the agent.

"Mr. Stark, we are thankful for your dramatic rescue even though there was no need for it. We had the situation under control." I doubt that.

"We know you are currently working on a prototype for sustainable energy, but we would be very delighted if you could spare some time and aid us in developing weapons against the vampires. The targets in Volterra are easy to find, but the single covens are more difficult to detect." Is that really Agent Coulson? Why does he sound British?

Bella raised left her eyebrow, because she believed to know exactly how Phil had found them. He must have talked with his mother! He always had a British accent after talking with her. Nana had told her once that even as a child he had always switched between these two accents dependent on whom he had talked to in the family.

"Of course there was need. I needed to know how she had broken through my defences!" Stark defended himself. "And because I am so generous today, I will cook something up, if I get her sample."

Phil stroking his chin seemed to be deep in thought. He knew that his agency had fantastically brilliant scientists, and none compared to the man before him. However, the sample was the only thing his agency has to find something to defend them. Could he split it in half? Maybe, Or perhaps one of their scientists could work with Stark. The only problem was that Stark was unable to work in a team and he would never let any agency related scientist in his lab. "We will give you Bella's sample if you provide us all details about the results." He answered.

"I don't like writing reports." Stark whined. I could let Jarvis write the report. Mentally smiling he said, "Alright. You have a deal agent."

"Wonderful. Come on Bella. Stark we will stay in touch and don't even try to find out her whereabouts!" he told the fast blinking, half-sided grinning entrepreneur.


A few hours later back on the compounds of the Nevada facilities…

Bella was going down the stairs with slight trepidation. She had filled Phil in about everything that had happened, so Phil could report it. When they had landed he had informed her that she should eat to get her strength up and then she should report to an Agent Harkness on the twenty-fourth base level on the east side of the compound. The only thing she knew about that part of the compound was that if functioned as a training site underground. She would start her firearm training now. Passing the last corner, she came into a bunker like tunnel structure with a few tables and dummies standing prepared for firearms training. On the table, were different handguns neatly placed and looking at the different dummies, she started to laugh uncontrollably. Each dummy had Edwards face on it and she would shot at it during her lesson. I cannot wait! Among the Edward dummies were several smaller ones, which looked like crouched animals, similar to gorillas, walking on two feet with large teeth. She hoped that these animals did not really exist, because they looked terrifying. "They are called weasels." A deep manly voice informed her from behind and causing her to jump. Turning around her eyes almost pop out as the tall man standing in front of her was almost too handsome to be reel. He looked as if he had walked right out of a soap opera. His dark brown hair was short; his face was very symmetrical but very manly. He seemed to have a strong and athletic body if his arms where any indication. Somehow, his dress code could have been from earlier times, because he was wearing black trousers, a blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up and a black waistcoat. On his left hand right above his wrist, he was wearing something brown made of leather. Could be his watch? No his watch was on the right wrist.

"I'm Agent Jack Harkness and you must be Bella Swan." he smiled at her showing his perfectly white teeth. Pointing at the countless hand guns at the table he said:"You need to know how to use these, but I hope you never have to." Moving towards the table Bella giggled slightly saying: "I'm sorry. It's just I do not even kill spiders in the bath!" Looking at the ceiling as if thinking he grinned:"Neither do I. Not with a gun!" he joked causing her to laugh again but by saying "It's all yours" the severity of the situation came back to her. She was here to learn how to use these deadly weapons. To say she was terrified was an understatement. She had respect using these things. Sensing her hesitation, he gave her yellow glasses and ear protection with microphones on it while putting on the same. He took one of the handguns and showed her how to put the magazine in, and how to click the safety off. Standing next to her, she repeated the process and accidentally pointed the gun at her teacher who jumped behind her arm pushing it away from her. In a stricter voice and scaring her, he said "Targets that way!" Breathing in deep, she murmured "Right". Her instructor was too close for her liking. He was confusing her. She took the gun firmly in her hand and tried to get ready by stretching both of her hands to the ceiling, but was stopped once again by her teacher who had stepped behind her and was taking in her left ear by pulling her hands down again. "Let's leave the roof in one piece. Shall we?" His voice had an amused note and he was flashing his white teeth again. He loosened her grip of her left hand and told her "One hand, not two.". By putting his hands on her shoulders, he pulled her in a standing position parallel to himself. "Turn sideways to the target." he went on. Why is he putting my hair away? He is standing too close! She could feel his breath on her neck and her breath accelerated. She just wanted to kick him. Natasha had sent her a text saying: Have fun!" His hand moved from her shoulder gliding down her arm and his hand came up as if he was holding a gun while saying, "Look along your shoulder, down your arm, and straight line to the sights." "Bring up the gun." He told her and she immediately followed, but it was too fast for his liking. He corrected her and pulling her closer to him by holding her right shoulder firmly. "Not so fast. Relax. It's all in the breathing." He told her and Bella tried to control her breathing by breathing through her nose and let it out through her mouth. Meanwhile Agent Harkness took her hand in which she was holding the gun and guided her up again. "Hold it firmly, don't grip it." His warmth disappeared from behind her back and his second hand came forward to her gun. Bella's gaze followed the hand until he did something on the gun, that she could shoot and he moved back to the former position. Following his gentle voice helped her to focus. "Breath in, focus, breathe out." Finally, he said, "Squeeze gently." When she did all the tension which had built up since she had stepped into the room snapped with her first gunshot." With a surprised "Wow" and a giggle, she gave her ease words. She had actually hit the target; even better, she had shot the target wearing Edwards face into his testicles. Agent Harkness laughingly pulled her closer on her shoulders again and told her:"Well, done that was a joint effort!" Stepping away from her, he told her. "Try it again and this time on your own and remember what I have showed you." She did, with the same result, and with each new gun, he showed her new things, corrected her stance, and explained particularities of special guns. "A little bit lower, breathe first, and then pull the trigger." Jack's voice was often heard in the bunker during practice, and soon the two started to experiment with the different targets. He showed her to aim and shoot and she repeated it with growing fun.

Agent Jack Harkness, was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Torchwood institute, had absolutely loved to tease the girl. He had done his homework on her and wanted to make her laugh as much as possible after what he had found out. He had already instructed his employees there to look into the vampires. Maybe they had something stored that could help them to destroy them. However, he would not be Jack Harkness without a little bit of flirting and the way she had been frightened of the handguns suggested that she had needed a different approach to handguns. She was a beautiful girl and he was certain that she would evolve in an even more beautiful woman one day. After her first shot, she had lost her shyness bit by bit, and seemed to have just as much fun as he did. He had been surprised when she had finally asked if she could try to shoot with two handguns. He was glad that he was her instructor, and not the vampire that she was angry with. She shot all the dummies with Edward's picture between the eyes. With the second round, she shot his testicles off. Having completely emptied both of her handguns, she stretched her arms in happiness while pointing them at the ceiling.

Looking at the time he saw that it was already well past midnight and he had to send her back to her room otherwise a worried agent Coulson would burst into the room soon. "Nice work!" He congratulated her. "I hope you never have to use them. Maybe we should call it a day and you can come back tomorrow?" He suggested only receiving a very enthusiastic response, "Definitely! Same time tomorrow?" Bella asked with a smile.

Unknown to them Alice had finally managed to get a vision of Bella. Edward was livid, as the Image of the instructor who was the epitome of a smug handsome American that seemed unable to keep his hands off her. Worst of all there was a growing familiarity between these two training with handguns. The assembled hunters and trackers in the hall should find her soon, otherwise …


You might want to watch the youtube video Gunpractice Torchwood BBC. This was the inspiration for Bella's training.