Two days later, after Chris and I had gotten over the kissing incident (or at least I had), and I explained everything to Dad, Ifinally told Chris about my father.

"Your father... The one you thought was dead... is a god?" he said slowly. He didn't believe me. Of course.

"Yes, yes, he's a Norse god, Thor. He went back to Asgard because Loki's imprisonment was becoming weak. They needed to ensure that he stayed in prison so he didn't kill any more of us. Any more people, I mean. So I guess that makes me a demigod," I babbled, laughing uneasily.

To my surprise, he nodded, as if he knew all along. "So you wanna go to Asgard to meet him."

"I have to-I've never met him. Imagine never meeting your own father, never knowing him." I fiddled with my braid.

"I don't have to imagine." Chris's voice had a hurt edge to it and I remembered-Chris never had a father either. "At least you have Steve. I'm on my own."

"I'm sorry, Chris. I forgot." He nodded his okay. "But I need to know everything. I need to meet him. Jane"- I said her name in disgust- "will help me. I've talked to my dad about it."

Chris nodded again and took my hand-comforting, but completely uncalled for. I yanked my hand away with a "watch it" glare in my eyes. Chris backed off with his hands up, but a slight smirk on his face as we walked to my house.

"Dad!" I called into my tiny home. Immedieately Dad appeared in the living room, holding another picture in his hands, undoubtedly one of Thor.

"Rose?" Dad called me by my middle name. "What is it? Has...she...discovered a way to get to Asgard yet?" Dad hated Jane even more than I did, if it was possible. They met the day before, but the meeting ended when Jane muttered some comment about how Thor had probably had some kind of fetish for old people after she left, then Dad yelled at her, and Darcy threatened to tase all of us. I shook my head, no. Dad scrunched up his nose and turned to Chris. "Hello, Chris,"

"Dad, I was just about to tell you something," I said before looking at Chris pointedly. "You can go if you want, Chris."

Chris shrugged and leaned in close to me. Before I knew what was happening, he planted his lips on my cheek. My face heated up and I looked at Dad, who was blinking rapidly. Chris left then, laughing through the front door.

Once we were alone, Dad spoke. "Are you and Chris...are you..?"

"No!" I exclaimed, then said more slowly, "No." We weren't together, were we? "He's just trying to bug me."

Dad nodded in understanding. "What was it you wanted to show me?"

"Right." I nodded, tugging on my braid. "You know how I'm always trying to get into the Avengers, but I don't have permission...or an ability other that super-strength?"

Dad sighed. "No, Marisol, you're not getting permission. We've discussed this before."

"That's not what I was going to ask. I wanted to show you something." I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards our kitchen.

"Woah," Dad stumbled when I yanked him aburptly across the room. Then he laughed, a mournful sound. "I keep forgetting how strong you are. You know, Thor-your father-used to be the only one who could overcome me like this, pull me around as if I weighed nothing. He would pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, make me feel...well, not weak, but how a normal person is supposed to be. You remind me so much of him." Dad brushed a stray lock of my hair away from my face. I averted my blue eyes to his and I was surprised to see a hint of tears in them.

"Oh, Dad, I'm sorry," I whispered, putting my arms around him. He pressed his lips to my forehead.

"I wish he could come back. I wish he would come back." Dad showed me the picture he still had in his hand. It was Thor, a big and amused smile on his face with Steve, Dad, flung over his shoulder. Dad was caught mid-frame, in the middle of a laugh, pushing his hands on Father's back, seemingly trying to get down. They looked so happy, so playful, I almost cried, hating that I couldn't see them like this now.

"I will get him back. I'll bring him back to Earth. I promise." My words rang loud and clear, the oath was made. "I swear."

I sighed, remembering what I was planning on showing Dad. I filled a glass with water, holding it up to him. "See this," I said, concentrating. Suddenly, the glass went cold in my hands and the water froze, the sudden ice cracking the glass. I watched in surprise as Dad jumped and backed away from the ice. I sared at him, confused, then I remembered his fear for the cold, so I lit a flame in my other palm and melted the ice, letting the water trickle to the floor from the crack in the glass. Slowly, Dad edged closer as the flame burned a light in my hand.

"How are you doing that?" Dad acked incrediously. I closed my hand, letting the fame die out.

"I don't know," I said carefully. "I just know I can control water, fire and plants." To prove my point, I grew a small rose from the counter top, watered it, then burned it to dust. "So...I can qualify now, with permission."

"You...you can't defend yourself. Without your powers," Dad argued.

"Yes, I can." I put my focus into my bracelet, willing it to expand. The cool, silver vines crawling up my arms felt natural and the amazing sword weighed nothing more than it was supposed to. I lifted my hand, seeing my smug expression in the blade.

Dad stared, completely shocked. "Marisol Rose!" He yelped. "Put that away, this instant! You could hurt yourself!"

"No, I can't," I smiled and brought the tip of the sword to my wrist. I had tried something like this the day before, to see how sharp it was. My wrist tingled, and the blade felt perfectly solid, but I pressed the tip down and it past clean through my wrist, no cuts, blood or pain, as if it were suddenly made of thin air. I showed Dad my uninjured hand, who was hyperventalating. "Dad," I tried to bring him back to me. "Dad, it's okay," Within seconds, the blade was gone. Dad coughed and drank water from the slightly broken cup.

"Marisol," Dad began before I cut him off.

"See my bracelet?" I held my wrist up for him to see. "The sword came from the bracelet. The bracelet Father gave me."

The color drained out of Dad's face. "Thor..." Dad shook his head, the color coming back before pulling me into a hug. "Marisol, it's dangerous out there. So many people lost lives in battle. I've already lost Thor and I won't lose you either," he murmured into my hair. I leaned into his embrace.

"You won't lose me, Dad," I whispered back gently. "And you haven't lost Father either. I'll go to Asgard. I'll bring him back." I promised him. Just on cue, my cell phone rang-the caller ID said "Jane Foster".

"What is it?" I said shortly into the phone.

"I wouldn't speak to me like that if I were you right now," she singsonged.

"Just tell me," I answered, impatient. The sooner she got to the point, the sooner I could stop talking to her.

"We found it," She said casually. "We found the way to get to Asgard."

I dropped my phone in shock. It clattered to the floor and cracked.

"What? What happened?" Dad's concerened face was suddenly in my line of vision. "Who was that?"

"Jane," I forced myself to say. "She needs me. Now."

Comprehension showed on Dad's face. "Do you have everything you need?"

I looked around. "Everything I need is in Asgard," I pulled him in for another hug as a goodbye. He picked me up and I giggled-Dad could make me feel like a little girl sometimes. "I'll see you later, okay?"

Dad nodded, looking hopeful. "If you can... Please bring him back. Please." I nodded, letting him press a kiss to my forehead.

Once I was at the door, I turned back to Dad. "Bye, Dad," I waved as I walked outside to my trusty bycicle, the one I use to get to the bridge to different realms.