Princess Nola of Asgard, daughter to Odin and Frigga, the Goddess of Chaos and Destruction. The Goddess, despite her formidable title, does not willfully cause fear. She does nothing out of ill-will and only creates chaos and destruction when necessary. Though the youngest of Odin's children, she has great power. At the slight of her hand can the princess raze an entire village, leaving nothing behind but dust and flames. Yet what many forget about the Goddess' power is that creation is one and the same with chaos and destruction. From the dust, she can create new again. From nothing, she can bring something. Where her brother Thor wields the mighty Mjolnir and her brother Loki specializes in magic, Nola herself carries the glorious sword Kaos, a weapon only she herself can use, much like Thor with Mjolnir.

She slammed the book shut. Someone in the room shushed her. She slid the book back on the shelf.

There was no way. Absolutely no way that the man wasn't crazy. He had to have lost his mind. She wasn't a princess and she sure as hell wasn't a goddess. Though, even debunking the idea in her head, it unsettled her. She had a sword, one that looked eerily similar to the one drawn in the library book on Norse mythology. She had no memory of anything before four years ago. Her DNA didn't read as human. She had abilities that no one else had.

Pushing the thoughts out of her head, she left the library. She made her way back to the makeshift facility and went straight to the holding room. Which was empty.

She stopped a nearby agent, grabbing him by the elbow of his jacket. "Where is the prisoner?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Surely…surely he hadn't escaped?

"Agent Coulson let him go. Just a few minutes ago."

She let the agent go, telling him to go on about his work. Biting down on the inside of her cheek, she found her way to Coulson's little office. She yanked the tarp shut, staring down at him. "You let him go? Coulson, are you an idiot? He broke into our facility, took out some of our best men, and you let him go?"

He had an amused expression on his face. "Your lack of faith in me is wounding, Wheaton. Yes, I let him go. But I have Agents Garrett and Cale following him."

She blinked. The redness left her face, but her hands were still balled into fists at her sides. "Garrett and Cale? Are you serious? They don't have half a brain between them."

Coulson smiled timidly. "If you want to go after him, I can't stop you. I won't stop you, even."

It took her a moment to realize what he had done. She flexed out her hands, trying to calm down. "I'll keep you updated. Send me Cale's contact information. And then, bring those two dumbasses back here."

For nighttime, it was unreasonably warm out. Maybe it was a New Mexico thing. The flex material of her suit was made to be breathable, but even in the stifling heat of the night, it became uncomfortable.

She could see Garrett and Cale sitting in an inconspicuous van across from the dive bar. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the van. She knocked her hand against the wind and motioned for Cale to roll down the window.

"Agent Wheaton. Hi." He smiled uneasily.

She rested her arms against the door, leaning towards him with a smile on her face. "Garrett. Cale. You can go. I've got it from here."

The two men looked between each other. Cale looked back at her. "Agent Coulson-."

"Sent me." She cut him off. Her eyes flashed. "Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you can leave now, or you can get out of this van, I'll kick your asses, and then you leave. It's up to you." She told them. She pushed off the van door, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's it going to be, fellas?"

Cale cut his eyes. "You know, Wheaton, one day someone is going to say no to you, and you won't know what to do."

She smiled as he started the van. "Well, that'll be the day the world ends so I guess I won't have to worry about it." She knocked her hand against the side door as he drove off. She took her phone out, texting Coulson and telling him to beware two very pissed off agents. She didn't bother waiting for his reply before entering the small bar.

She looked around the room, squinting until her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. She saw him sitting in a booth in the back, someone sitting across from him. She walked to the booth and sat down next to him.

"Who-?" The older man on the other side began to question.

"You're here!" The man next to her grinned. He offered her his mug of beer. She shook her head declining. "But you love ale. It's your favorite drink."

Ale. Not beer, ale.

The man across the booth was staring at the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia on the breast of her suit. "You work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" He asked. "Of course. I should have known they would never let him go."

"Dr. Selvig, I know that we never gave you good reason to trust us, but I'm not hear on behalf of my employer. I'm here for me." She told him. Her eyes slid over, watching the man- Thor, that was his name, she remembered- down his beer. "How'd you spring him, anyway? We don't just let people go, especially when they can take out some of our most skilled agents."

"Our intern. She's quite skilled herself. In hacking." Dr. Selvig told her.

She nodded thoughtfully. She knew that little ruse hadn't gotten past the system, or Coulson for that matter. If it had, he wouldn't have sent Garrett and Cale to trail them. "So, what plan do you have? What are you going to do with our friend here?" She glanced at Thor.

"He leaves town. Tonight." She said there was no way that was happening. "If you aren't here for S.H.I.E.L.D., then what exactly do you want with him?" Selvig asked her. He didn't believe her, she realized. He thought she was lying.

Thor put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Selvig watched with wide eyes as Thor ruffled the hair on top of her head. "She's my sister! Don't we look alike?" Thor grinned.

Dr. Selvig looked between the two of them. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

Rosalie pushed him away and straightened her hair back. "He has answers to questions I've been asking for several years. I don't know if they're the right answers, but they're a start. It's all I have." Selvig said that didn't matter to him. Thor needed to go. He was putting Jane in danger by sticking around. "Jane Foster?" Selvig nodded and said she was like a daughter to him. "I'll make you a deal. Until I have clearance to go back to D.C., our friend here stays with you. When I go back, I'll take him with me. He can crash in my apartment until…." She didn't have a definite end to the arrangement. "If he causes you any trouble until then, I'll handle it."

Reluctantly, Selvig agreed. Thor ordered them another round of drinks, insisting that she stay and have at least one drink with them. Against better judgement, she complied. The bartender came, bringing three more mugs of beer and putting them on the table.

She took a long sip of her beer, the dull liquid settling in her stomach. "So," she looked at Thor, "you said I have a family. A mother and a father?"

He nodded excitedly. "Yes." He took a drink of his beer before saying anymore. "You are the last child of the three of us. Me, Loki, and then you. You were always Father's favorite. Mother loved you as well, since you let her put you in all those dresses."

She was the youngest of three children? For not knowing anything about her family, she didn't expect to have siblings. Especially not two older brothers. "Is that how I learned to fight? From you and…Loki?"

Thor shook his head. "No. You trained, just like the two of us. Sometimes, you trained with us. You were very good in combat. Father said you would be one of the greatest warriors Asgard had ever seen."

She took a shaky breath and finished the beer. She looked over at Dr. Selvig. "Do you believe him? Any of what he says? Or do you think he's delusional?"

Selvig shrugged. "I don't think it matters what I believe. I think it only matters what you believe. Isn't that why you're here?"

She tossed and turned the whole night. She didn't want to believe that she was…whoever this Thor guy said she was. Norse gods didn't exist. It was called a mythology for a reason. He was a crackpot dude who had no clue what he was talking about. That had to be it.

But deep down, she didn't fully believe that. No matter how much she resented and dejected the idea, it made sense. She could counter all her life that Norse gods were just myths, that they weren't real. That was what proper reason told her. But reason also said that she should have been human, that people didn't fall out of the sky. That Bruce Banner shouldn't have survived that much gamma radiation. That Captain America never should have existed, especially in the 40's. And yet, it all had happened. It was all real. Why too could the old gods of Norse not be real?

"Morning." Clint greeted her. He tossed her a muffin and she caught it. Blueberry, she smelled. Her favorite. "Ran into Garrett this morning. Something put the fear of God in him. Dude is completely spooked."

She smiled to herself, taking a bite of the muffin. "That was probably me." She said after swallowing. "I threatened to kick his ass last night. And Cale's. Mostly Cale's really."

Clint raised his eyebrows, asking what they ever did to her. She explained the previous night, from getting what seemed like Coulson's okay to go out, running into the two resident dumbass agents, and then the bar with Dr. Selvig and Thor. "Clint, I really think…I mean, it's crazy, isn't it? The idea that somewhere out in the world, the old Norse gods are just…alive."

He shrugged, taking a bite of his own muffin. "Depends. Do you believe what that guy says? Do you feel like he's telling the truth, about who you are?"

"I don't know. I think so. But then again, couldn't it just be the blind hope of finding out who I am? Maybe I want to know so bad that I'm willing to believe some crazy dude who just so happened to also fall out of the sky."

Clint chuckled. She asked what was funny. "A couple things. First, you're trying to deny something you know is right. Dr. Wheaton is one of our best scientists. If he says everything adds up, then he isn't wrong. Second, you know who you are, deep down. You could be this Norse goddess, but you're still Rosalie Wheaton, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. That's never going to change, no matter who you were before."

"So, you believe it? You think that's who I was, before I came here?"

He stopped walking and turned to look at her. He discarded the muffin wrapper to a trash can. "All I'm saying is that it adds up. You went four years without a trace and then all of a sudden, a dude falls from the sky, creating the same markings you did, might I add, and you're given everything you've been looking for. A name, a history, a reason for why you have powers. Don't turn your back on it just because it sounds like something from a children's story. We both know that anything is possible. Especially now." He put a comforting hand on her shoulder before walking away. She stared down at the muffin in her hand. "Come on, Wheaton. We've got work to do." He called back to her.

Finishing the muffin, she jogged after him.

Coulson, for all it was worth, was a better agent than a friend. Most of the time. But when it came down to it, when she really needed it, he was a better friend.

She stared down at the text, fighting off a smile.

Garrett and Cale are keeping an eye on Smith Motors. Go check it out. – Coulson

When she got back to D.C., she was going to have a word with Fury about Garrett and Cale. They needed supervision. She wasn't sure how they still had jobs, as many cases as they had fumbled.

She pulled on her brown leather jacket and left the facility. As late in the morning as it was, the little town wasn't very busy. The diner they had eaten ate just the day before was barely occupied by patrons, only a handful of tables being used.

Smith Motors wasn't very far from the diner at all. She looked around, wandering where those two idiots were holed up. Her ears prickled, picking up the quiet static of an ear-com. She lifted her head, looking up at the rooftops.

Across from Smith Motors, there was a hardware store. On the roof of the hardware store, she saw the two people she was looking for.

Inside the hardware store, she kindly showed the owner her S.H.I.E.L.D. badge and said she needed to speak with her associates on the rooftop. The owner took her to the set of stairs that led to the roof of the building. She muttered a thank you and ascending the set of concrete stairs.

Garrett and Cale were standing near the ledge of the roof. Cale was looking down, a pair of binoculars pressed to his face. "Coulson wants an update." She heard Garrett tell him. "What are they doing?"

Cale was silent for a second. "Eating eggs, looks like." Garrett asked if they were scrambled or fried. Cale turned, shooting him a glare. His eyes shifted and found her. She was standing by the door that led back down to the store, an amused expression on her face. "Are you kidding?" He groaned.

She wiggled her fingers, waving at him. "Morning, boys."

"Hi, Agent Wheaton." Garrett gave her a friendly smile. She smiled back painfully hard. She wondered how many braincells he had left.

"We aren't going anywhere." Cale told her. "We got here first." She said that she supposed they were doing things the hard way then. "No, we aren't doing anything any kind of way. Coulson sent us to watch the prisoner."

She arched an eyebrow. "Do you really want to fight me on this, Cale? I mean, if you really want prisoner detail, go for it. But keep in mind that if he finds out you're watching him, and he comes after you…" She made a motion with her finger, sliding it across the front of her throat. "Just something to think about."

Garrett looked between them. "Maybe we should let her take over. She is like an alien or whatever."

She hated that word. For the sake of her sanity, she let it slide. The corner of Cale's lip twitched. She nodded her head towards the door.

"Fine. But I'm keeping the binoculars." He grumbled.

"If you insist." It wasn't like she needed them anyway.

It only took a few minutes for the two of them to leave back down to the hardware store. No doubt, Cale would throw a bitch fit to Sitwell when they returned. And in turn, Sitwell would bitch out Coulson. Coulson would then pretend to bitch her out, just for the appearance of things.

She stared down at Smith Motors, thankful for how extremely lucky they had gotten that Dr. Foster and her associates were camping out in an abandoned car dealership. The walls were made of glass.

Dr. Foster handed Thor a coffee mug and he got up from the table they were all sitting at. He walked out of the building. She watched him walk down to the diner. The owner, a woman named Isabella, was out on the sidewalk sweeping. He handed her the mug and they exchanged a brief conversation. He left the woman, both of them smiling.

"Wheaton, you there?" Coulson's voice sounded a little static through her ear-com.

She sighed, stepping back from the ledge. "Yeah. Does Sitwell want me to come in for a proper sit-down scolding?" She really didn't have the patience for that yet, especially so early in the day.

"You need to come back in. Now." He told her.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The skin over her arms raised with goosebumps. Something wasn't right. "Tell Sitwell he can kiss my as-."

"Wheaton. This isn't about Sitwell. We have a problem." She asked if it was the hammer and he said no. She then asked what the hell was so big a deal that she had to return to the facility. "One of the satellites picked up a massive energy burst about fifteen miles northwest of us. We're going to check it out."

"I can stay behind. Keep an eye on our friend." She suggested.

"No. You're coming with us. Fury's orders."

She locked her jaw. He was getting smarter. Going straight to Fury before even talking to her. He was learning. Good for him.

"I'll be there in a few."

Her eyes traveled over the top of the town. Everything looked normal. People were starting to fill the streets. Cars were driving down the roads, people were walking, kids were playing. She felt the corner of her mouth lift into a smile.

And then she saw them.

Four people walking down the street. Three men and a woman. They were wearing odd clothes. Capes, thickly made boots, armor. Weapons. An image flashed in her mind of herself wearing something oddly similar, her sword in her hand.

"Wait." She said before Coulson could sign off. "We've got company." He asked what kind. Before she could answer, the four people were looking up. Straight at her. "Shit. I've been made."

"Wheaton, do not engage. Do not!"

She turned to go back to the door. She had a gun in the waistband of her jeans but didn't know how much use it would be if the four strangers were from where she thought they were. She crept through the hardware store. She looked out the window to make sure the coast was clear before leaving the store.

"It is her!" A delighted voice shouted.

Damn it, she thought, so close.

She put her hand on the waist of her jeans and turned around. The blond man began running towards her and she pulled out her gun. "Stop." She ordered.

The woman stepped forward and grabbed the man, jerking him back. "Your Grace, our sincerest apologies. Fandral knows that is no way to greet a princess." The woman shot him a withering look.

Rose took a step back. "Oh, my god." She breathed. There was a really big difference in one guy telling you that you were some kind of lost princess from another world and then four other people showing up and saying the same thing.

"Wheaton, where are you? Wheaton?" Coulson's voice continued to ring out in her ear.

She swallowed, looking back at the group of people. "This is not possible. It can't be…"

"Wheaton? Rosalie, for God sakes!" Coulson shouted.

She pressed a finger to her com. "I'm here." She whispered. "And uh, I think I might actually be this lost princess chick after all."

She heard him sigh. "Are you okay?"

"I think so. I'll let you know." She looked back at the people. They were staring at her expectantly. "Let me guess: you think I'm Nola too, don't you? Are you friends with Thor?"

They all looked at each other. The blond man- Fandral- released himself from the woman's hold and took a small step toward her. "Princess, do you not remember us? I am Fandral. This is Volstagg," he gestured to the large red-headed man, "and Hogun." He pointed to the smaller dark-haired man. "And Lady Sif." He nodded to the woman. "We are the Warriors Three, along with Lady Sif. Don't you remember?"

She felt like her head was going to explode. "Wait. You've seen Thor?" Lady Sif stepped in front of Fandral. "Where is he? Is he all right?" She said he was fine. Lady Sif looked at the gun and then back to Rose's face. "Princess, where is your sword? Why do you rifle with silly mortal weapons?"

"It's…That doesn't matter. You're here for Thor?" Lady Sif said yes. She then began explaining their reasoning for traveling to Midgard. King Odin had fallen into the Odinsleep shortly after banishing Thor and Loki ruled in his stead. Thinking things off, the Warriors Three and herself gained passage through the Bifrost after Heimdall secretly allowed them to pass through. They were there to bring Thor back to Asgard and now, her as well. "No. No. I'm not going anywhere. I live here."

The four of them looked around, unsure expressions on their faces as they took in the town. "Here?" Volstagg muttered. "It is…nice, I suppose."

She fought back a smile. "Not here, specifically. But on Midgard. This is my home."

"Your Grace, I mean no offense, but your home is back on Asgard. Now more than ever, our realm needs you." Hogun told her.

By all standards of any sort of fantasy shows or movies she had indulged in, third-born children, especially when a princess, did not get much say in how the realm was ruled. They didn't even get to sit on the throne.

"I'll take you to Thor. And then, you take him home." She finally said. The tone of her voice warranted no argument to her words. What she said was final law.

"Yes, Your Grace." They all bowed.

She put her gun back up. The four of them followed her, she took them to the Smith Motors building. She opened the door, letting them inside. She followed them in.

Thor was standing at the sink, drying a set of plates. Dr. Selvig and a girl that she assumed was their intern were sitting at the table. Dr. Foster dropped the plate she was holding in her hands. It shattered on impact.

Thor turned. His face spread into a wide grin. "Sister! Friends!" He carefully put the plates up and ran across the room, hugging each of his friends.

"Dr. Foster." Rose walked over, extending her hand. "Agent Rosalie Wheaton. I believe you've met my associate, Agent Coulson."

She nodded, shaking Rose's hand. "He confiscated my stuff. All of it." She knelt down, beginning to pick up the pieces of the broken plate.

"Let me." Rosalie said in a quiet voice. She focused, straining her eyes to stare down at the pieces of the plate on the floor. The pieces rattled against the concrete floor and then lifted, piecing back together perfectly to reform the plate. She grabbed it, inspecting it. It looked brand new, as if it had never been broken. "Here." She handed the plate back to Jane. "And as for your things, I'll see to it that all of it is returned to you, as well as the financial compensation you were promised."

"How did…How did you do that?" Jane whispered.

"Jane, this is my sister." Thor crossed the room, giving Rose a tight side-hug. Jane looked at them, brow furrowed. "She was banished to Midgard, but now we've found her!"

Rose stepped away, straightening her jacket.

"And uh, who are they?" The intern asked, pointing at the Warriors Three and Lady Sif.

Volstagg stepped forward, a proud look on his face. "We, my lady, are Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Have you not heard of us? Volstagg the Svelte, Fandral the Dashing, and Hogun the Grim?" Dr. Selvig was staring a Volsagg's protruding gut area. Bashfully, the red-haired warrior rubbed his stomach. "Maybe I have been drinking too much ale. I have grown a little 'round the middle since we were last here."

Jane frowned. "Over a thousand years ago." She stated. "In Europe?"

Volstagg grinned and said that was correct. "They were nice people and they had good taste in fish. They did love us so!" Fandral and Hogun agreed with him excitedly.

"My friends, I cannot tell you how pleased I am to see you, but you should not be here. You must go back home." Thor told them.

"They came to take you back." Rose told him. "You're all leaving." She saw Jane's face fall at the idea of Thor leaving. Did she…like him?

Thor shook his head, saying he could never go back to Asgard. The Allfather, Odin, was dead because of him and the conditions of peace with Jotunheim stated he had to remain in exile.

The warriors and Sif looked between each other, all exchanging confused looks. "Thor, your father lives still. He is only in the Odinsleep. Who told you that he had died?"

Thunder rumbled outside. Something inside of her tightened as her skin prickled. "Were you guys bringing more friends?" The intern asked.

"It is the Bifrost." Thor murmured.

Rose stiffened. The familiar feeling fell over her, unsettling but almost calming. "Something is coming." She said. "I can-."

"Feel it. You feel it inside of you." Thor told her. "Chaos recognizes chaos." There was a warm look in his eyes.

She nodded, saying that was exactly it. Every time something bad was about to happen, she had been able to feel it. She had always credited the feeling to her gut, but now she knew what it had been all along.

A funnel exploded from the sky, dark and hazy. It reached down to the ground, swirling dust all around.

"Wheaton, can you hear me?" Coulson's voice cut in and out. "Agent Wheaton, do you copy?"

She pressed down on the ear-com. "I copy. What's going on?"

"We're at the sight of the tornado. There's...There's something here. And I don't think it's one of Stark's machines." Something boomed in her ear. All she heard was static.

Uneasiness welled up inside of her. She looked over at Thor. "Something is here. My friends are in trouble." She told him.

The citizens of the town were beginning to run into the streets, attracted by the storm in the sky. In the distance, she could see the blazes of fire. All of them walked out of the building and stood in the street, watching in the distance for whatever was to come. Volstagg said something about a fight. Thor looked at Jane and told her that she, her intern- whose name was Darcy-, and Selvig all needed to get out of town as fast as they could. Jane asked what he was going to do. He told her that he had to stay and fight. No matter what, he was still a warrior.

"Thor, if you try to fight, you will get yourself killed." Volstagg told him. "You are only a mortal now." Fandral agreed and said that one of them could die trying to protect him, which was their sworn duty.

"You must go with the mortals and leave the fighting to us." Sif told him. "That is the safest option. For everyone."

Surprising everyone, Thor said that she was right. He turned to Jane, Selvig, and Darcy. "We must get everyone out of the streets. No one here will die today."

Her eyes flitted around. Every time there was a fight, she had been the one to have to stay behind, be the eyes and the ears while everyone else worked as the hands and the rest of the body. Watch and listen, but never fight. Now, it all fell in front of her. There was no one to tell her no or hold her back. She had the choice and she had to choose the right option.

"I'm not." She said quietly.

Each of the Asgardians looked at her, only their hearing keen enough to pick up on the fact that she had finally spoken. "What did you say, sister?" Thor asked her.

She took a shaky breath. What she was about to do was Nick Fury's bold-faced and textbook definition of stupid. "You may be mortal now, but I'm not."

Thor grinned back at her. "You'll fight?"

"I'll win."

Fandral laughed, saying that was the raw confidence of the princess they had missed. "But, Your Grace, this simple Midgardian weapon will be no match for what seeks us out. You will need something far sturdier." He took his sword from the sheath on his hip. "Here, I offer you my sword."

There was a familiar look in his eyes. One that told her they had been in this position before. He gazed back at her and she understood what it was. Hope.

"Thank you, but I'll have to decline." She answered. "I don't need your sword. I have my own."

She closed her eyes, bringing to mind the image in the children's book she had skimmed through in the library. A fierce and powerful princess, clothed in armor. Her arm extended and holding a longsword made of brilliant white gold. She focused all of her thoughts on the sword, holding her own hand out.

She could feel it in her bones. A tingling sensation that brought her an odd sense of comfort. Her fingers twitched, aching for something they couldn't yet feel. It only took a few silent minutes before the feeling grew so strong that she felt her knees grow weak.

Smooth leather smacked into the palm of her hand and her fingers curled around it. She opened her eyes.

She no longer wore the clothes she had been in. Her leather jacket and jeans had transformed into a dark red and grey body suit, silver-made armor, and a dark grey cape. "Holy shit." She murmured.

Everything came flooding back, exploding into her brain. It seemed like a whole other life that had been shoved in the back of her mind and was being shoved right back to the front.

"Sister?"

She looked at Thor and for the first time, she saw who he was. She saw her brother. He was staring at her expectantly, everyone else watching them. "I remember."