I rang the doorbell again. She had to be here. I'd knocked on the door, shouted, "Is anyone in here?" yet no one answered.

Finally, I lost patience. I pulled no the sides off the door, trying not to break anything too severely. It ripped off its hinges and I now held a door in one hand. Once I was inside the small RV, I pushed the door back in place and came face-to-face with a brown, wavy haired, young-looking woman.

"Who are you? What do you think you're doing? I will taser you!" She held up a taser to my face.

I cocked my head. "Jane Foster?"

"No, I'm not Jane! What do you want with Jane? Who are you?" She never lowered her taser.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

Her mouth twitched. "Darcy Lewis. Now answer my questions!"

"My name is Marisol Rogers. Well, that's my dad's last name, but he's more of a step-dad. Kind of." I put my hand of the taser. "But I think you'd know me as Marisol Foster. Or as Thor's daughter."

The color drained out of Darcy's face. Slowly, she dialed the phone number of someone who I could only assume to be Jane and said into the phone, "Jane? You have a... visitor. Yeah, come home... It's important... No, no one from SHIELD... Umm." Darcy looked at me in question. "Not sure how to answer that one... Just come over, okay? See ya." She closed her phone.

I smiled at her. "Thanks."

"So... You're Thor's daughter?" I nodded. "Daughter of the great Norse god..." She made hand gestures in the air. "Does that make you a demigod of some sort?"

I was caught off guard by this question. "D-demigod?" I stammered. "I-I never thought of that," I confessed.

"Well, do you know how to get to Asgard? You've met Thor, been to Asgard, right?" Darcy asked expectantly.

"No," I answered impatiently. "I only found out Father was a god today. I've never even met him. I didn't know about Jane, either."

Darcy raised her eyebrows. "You said your name was Rogers... Why do you go by that name?"

I stared at her. "My dad's name is Steven Rogers."

"But... Isn't Thor..." Realization showed on her face suddenly. "Steven Rogers. Isn't he Captain America?" I nodded as confirmation. "Oh... Jane actually turned a guy? Wow, I'm impressed."

I opened my mouth to respond, but just then Jane Foster, an exact match to the picture Fury showed me earlier. She looked rushed and preoccupied. "Darcy... You said I had a guest...?" Then she turned to look at me.

I was stunned. Looking at the woman who gave birth to me, then abandoned Father and I, leaving him heartbroken and unable, I couldn't move. We looked so alike it was scary...

"Umm, hi, Jane, this is Marisol," Darcy broke the silence.

"Marisol... Marisol what?" Jane demanded.

"Wouldn't you know?" I glared at her, all my anger in my eyes. "Marisol Rose Foster. As you would know me." At this, Jane's eyes turned sad and her face paled. "But why would I go by your last name, Foster?" I said it as if it were an insult.

"Why are you here?" She said coldly.

I continued, "Why would I take your name, the woman who left me with nothing but my father? I'm so lucky Father fell for another person right when you left. I'm so lucky."

Jane's eyes flashed violently, like mine did when I was angry. "Who is she?" Jane demanded. "Who's your stepmother?"

I faked surprise, opening my mouth in a "o" and putting a hand over it. "Did you say she?" I shook my head as if to say, "she's so clueless it's sad". "I think you mean he. Thor fell in love with Steve Rogers."

"What?" Jane snapped. "Captain America? He's Thor's... Husband?"

"Wow," Darcy giggled nervously. "This is like a soap opera. I should video tape this. Get some good money." Jane glared at Darcy, meaning to silence her, but Darcy just kept talking. "I'm not kidding. Long-lost daughter comes to find biological mother, mother finds out she actually turned the father—great job, by the way, Jane-"

"Why are. You. Here. Marisol?" Jane said through clenched teeth while still glaring at Darcy.

"You're a scientist who knows how to get to my father, I'm a girl who wants to meet her father. Are the pieces adding up? Have you learned what two plus two equals?" I crossed my arms, looking at her pointedly.

"What, you expect to come over here with no warning, tell me my ex-boyfriend fell in love with a guy, and then expect me to make you a portal to Asgard? Do you know how difficult it'd be to make one?" Jane rolled her eyes.

"I've never met him, Jane. You, the woman who broke his heart, knew him. You were part of his family! I, who is actually worth being his family, have never met him. You owe me, Foster. The least you could do is help me get to him."

At first Jane looked like she was going to protest, but after looking at Darcy for confirmation, who nodded, agreed. "I'll help, but that doesn't mean I like it." She turned to Darcy. "Get Erik down here, we'll get started."

In a few minutes, "Erik" arrived, a slightly-older-than middle-aged man with balding hair. When he was told I was Thor's daughter, he smiled widely and shook my hand warmly. Jane did not approve.

Once they started doing research and other science-y things I knew nothing about, I felt even more unwelcome and unnoticed then before. I awkwardly edged towards the door, "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it. Call me if you need me." I handed Darcy a piece of paper with my phone number on it.

"Sure," Erik smiled in my direction before turning back to his work.

Darcy nodded. "See you later." Jane stayed silent.

Ding. My phone went off as soon as I stepped outside. I checked my messages—Chris.

"Find your mother?" it read.

"Meet me in my study in about...15 minutes."

Ding. "I'll be waiting."

I smiled to myself, triumphant, before hopping on my bike, heading towards my house.