I'm a bad author, yes. I know this, and I am very sorry. I listened to "Scotland the Brave" while writing this chapter- Merida is very proud of her homeland, and this is her favorite song.

"Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer to me
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud
Land of the brave and proud, land of the free."
-Scotland the Brave

MERIDA MCIRE'S POV

I dove for the ground when S.H.I.E.L.D burst through the windows, which were ridiculously oversized. Glass rained down around me, and booted feet hit the ground right by my face. Rolling over onto my back, I spied a skinny woman with severely short hair towering over me. She was reaching for her weapon, so I slipped into fight mode. My fencing lessons had paid off, even though my twin swords were still in the guest bedroom Tony had leant me. I rolled backwards, slightly wincing as glass sliced my shoulders- I was only wearing a tank top- and then pushed off of the ground with my shoulders, launching my feet into the woman's stomach. I botched the landing slightly-stumbled a bit- but then I had a moment to check where the rest of the Avengers-plus my dad and sort-of aunt Sif- were.

Tony shouted something, which sounded like "I just replaced those windows!" as his face plate lowered. Uncle Thor was sort of throwing agents around, trying not to hurt them too badly. My dad was also, it seemed, trying not to do too much damage, though he was hurting them more than Thor. Sif seemed to have gone into war mode, bashing people with her sword over the head. Banner was sort of milling about in the corner, waiting, I supposed, to hulk out, while the two Master Assassins were throwing around their colleagues. Captain America was bashing people with his shield-kind of ironic, I thought. And me? I conjured a fire rune and threw it at the face of the first agent who turned his gun towards me, also yelling at him "Eat Kaen, mindless government drone!"

That caused me to receive a puzzled look from Hawkeye, which I ignored. My father looked over at Tony, who said, "I'm sorry, Reindeer Games. That drink'll have to wait."

My father grinned in a feral manner, responding with a "That is quite horrible," as he threw an agent over his shoulder. Another agent ran towards me, and I grasped his wrist and kicked him in the nads. Another punched me in the stomach, and I threw him onto the ground before screaming, "Stop!"

The violence ceased just as Tony kicked a SHIELD Agent into his bar, which caused glasses to shatter and liquor to spill.

"Why," I asked, "Must we always fight?"

The skinny woman wiped blood away from her eye and said, "Both of you, the god and the daughter, are wanted for crimes against Earth. Loki was supposed to be facing justice in Asgard, but now that he's back on Earth he will face our justice instead."

"Says who?" Asked Tony, making the woman send him a glare.

"Says the council."

"Question," he said, "Would this be the same council that sent a nuke towards Manhattan?"

Her eyes hardened, and she went to open her mouth just as Hulk- go Bruce- knocked her out the window and into the waiting arms of a jetpack man. She screamed, "Retreat!" and everyone left quite quickly. We cheered and high-fived- or, well, us modern day humans did. Tony almost knocked me over with his suit, and Hawkeye looked slightly sheepish at having beat up the organization he was working for. I honestly don't think Natasha cared. She was grinning, but quickly regained her composure and glanced at Tony, saying,
"We need to get out of here."

"Alright," said Tony, "I've got a home upstate that SHIELD shouldn't-" here he shot a look at Barton and Romanoff- "Be aware of. We can go there, stay there, recuperate, get Fury out of our hair… Bruce can put some clothes on…"

My mistake, I realized seconds later, but I looked over at Bruce and then immediately away, coughing and trying to desperately clear my mind of the image.

"Honestly!" Dad said, standing inbetween me and the rest of the Avengers as Pepper whacked me soundly on the back, "Have you no decency?"

"Sorry!" yelled Bruce, his footsteps retreating. Pepper glared at Tony, who was looking at her with puppy dog eyes. "You can get him clothes," she said, shaking her head.

"Alright," said Tony, and gestured to Hawkeye, who sighed and moved off. Cap was still blushing and Uncle Thor looked mildly angry, but other than that and my mental scarring, we were all fine.

"Well," said Tony, "I'll tell Happy to get the car ready, and then we can head out- that is, if Rock of Ages and Point Break here can handle it."

Dad scowled, but Uncle Thor placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded. Just then Bruce reappeared, clad in clothing(thank the gods)and looking sheepish. I grinned at him and mouthed, "Apology accepted."

"Thank You" he mouthed back, and I shrugged. Honestly, I had seen my step-siblings naked before- when you live in a large house, you often times can't hear anything through the thick doors. I can't tell you how many times I've walked in on my brother Hamish changing and had to run away, shielding my eyes(or was I S.H.I.E. my eyes? Hehe).

Tony had us all follow him downstairs into a rather large garage area, where he proudly gestured to a large(metallic-blue)mini- van that had the faces of the Avengers plastered on the side, and the insignia was on the hood.

"Excuse me," I asked, "Aren't we supposed to be, um, Undercover?"

"This is undercover for Stark," said Natasha, opening the door, "Can I drive?"

Tony blinked. "Are you crazy, woman?" he asked incredulously, "Let you drive my car?"

Natasha gave him a look, and Tony sighed. "You can ride shotgun," he muttered, and Natasha jumped in, leaving the rest of us Avengers(plus Loki and Pepper) to get into the back, grumbling.

"There aren't even enough seats!" exclaimed Pepper, and Tony hit a button, revealing a bench seat in the front.

"The official Avengers vehicle is always prepared for an extra passenger!" he announced, and I snorted, earning a glare as we pulled out of the garage. Suddenly, Dad gasped and looked at me, saying, "Meri! Your sister!"

"Sister?" asked Tony, and I shivered.

"Please don't," I said, "You sound like Darth Vader."

"No, Luke, I am your father!" yelled Tony. Thor and Steve looked very confused, Thor even saying, "I- I am very confused."

"Tony!" I yelled, chucking an eraser I had found in my pocket at him, "You are not my father! And you're confusing Uncle Thor!"

"There is no way I will survive with my sanity in a car like this…" muttered Pepper, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. I patted her shoulder kindly.

"We'll be lucky if any of us do."

Tony's house was gigantic. It was in the country, which was nice, as I hadn't been out in the wide open fields for a while now. When we stopped, I trampled Steve to get out, and immediately rolled in the grass, stretching out and breathing deeply, a smile on my face. It had been nothing short of a miracle that Bruce hadn't hulked out, my dad hadn't stabbed anyone, Uncle Thor hadn't demanded we stop for Pop Tarts, and Natasha hadn't killed anyone. Tony said he would send a plane to get my sister from Scotland, which made me smile. Freya would love America- she had never been as partial to the mountains of Scotland as me, but she loved forests. And behind Tony's house, there was a large forest.

To be truthful, I deeply missed the mountains of my home. I missed Horse(named, of course, for Buttercup's horse in the Princess Bride), and I missed the magic surrounding the country. Finally, I stood up, and approaching Tony, said,

"Have you a stable?"

"What?" he asked.

"Horses!" I said, galloping about like I was in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

"No…" he said,

"aww!"

"…But Pep can get some, right Pep?"

Pepper groaned, but flipped open her phone and began speaking into it quite heatedly. Tony smirked and pushed me inside, where Dad was already sitting down on a large couch, spread eagled and reading a copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. Mum had told me once that she had introduced The Lord of the Rings to my father the day they met, the same night my grandfather died, and the day before her life got turned upside-down. He grinned at me and glared at Tony, who said, hands in the air,

"You want that drink or not?"

Within minutes, one drink had descended into a drinking contest between the two. My father wasn't very good at holding his alcohol, and soon both men were utterly intoxicated.

"Question:" said Tony, leaning heavily against the bar, "Doesh that helmet of yoursh ever get in the way? Y'know, with the hornsh…" here he made a motion like Loki's horns with his arms, his speech still slurred, "… Have you ever run into the doorway?"

"Well," said Dad, his words slurred too(they had been drinking really strong alcohol), "Once I got really angry at Thor, and I threw it at a wall. It got shtuck. But…" he stumbled over, holding an arm up high, "All of the doorwaysh on Ashgard are huge!"

"One time," said Tony, "I flew the shuit into a wall. It took forever to fix it. I was going…" he seemed to be trying to puzzle out the speed in his head, but gave up, "Really fasht."

"When Merida was little," said Loki, "And we lived in Ashgard, she shtole my helmet and would run around the palashe with it on, shaying she wash gonna take over Shvartalfheim."

I placed my head in my hands and sat down, blushing. I had done that, I remembered vaguely, with another little girl.

"Lishten," said Dad, "I'm shorry for throwing you out a window."

"I'm shorry for hitting you with my repulshor." Said Tony.

"Friendsh?" asked my dad.

"Friendsh." Tony agreed, and they shook hands.

"Honestly!" exclaimed Pepper as she walked in the door. I was starting to think she said that a lot. "I can't leave you alone for more than five minutes!" then she looked at me. "Your horse is here," she said, "Your sister is on her way."

"Thanks," I said, "What's for dinner?"

"Frozen Pizza," said Tony, at the same time Thor said, "Pops of Tart!"

Tony raised an eyebrow, and then swooned. Pepper caught him and pushed him back onto his stool. I grinned and grabbed a pizza, sticking it in the oven.

The next morning, my sister arrived, and brought with her a surprise for me. Thankfully it wasn't any of our step-siblings(I loved my brothers, but Aofie, my older sister, was not nice), rather it was my best friend Aden. He had grown up with me, after my mum rescued him from a car accident. We drove Aofie literally crazy with our pranks, but that didn't stop us, as we kept them going. Needless to say, we had grown quite close over the years, and as such, we spent a lot of time together. He knew about my powers, if not my father's identity.

When he came off of the jet, I squealed and tackled him the minute I disentangled myself from my sister.

"Aden!" I exclaimed, squeezing him, "I missed you so much! Have you been safe? Are you okay?"

"Completley fine," he said, voice muffled by my shoulder.

"Yea!" said Freya, a smirk forming on her lips. She looked exactly like dad, with raven hair and her pale blue eyes. She was tall and slim in stature, and her skin was pale. Aden removed his head from my shoulder and looked at her in confusion, before shaking his head violently.

"Until Aofie threw him out of the house."

"What?" I screeched, throwing myself off of Aden and spinning to look at her, "What do you mean?!"

Freya shrugged innocently, saying, "Uh-huh. When you left, Aofie decided that without you or mom, Aden could survive on his own. He is eighteen, Meri."

"Aden," I said, "Is this true?"

He nodded. "I didn't want you to worry, Meri!"

"You've been alright?" I demanded, and he nodded again.

"Absolutley fine," he said, "I can get a job, you know. I speak four languages, and I have a degree, Meri." Then his eyes fell upon dad. "Who's that?" he asked, staring at him. Loki asked the same question at the same time, and I blushed bright red.

"Dad, meet my best friend Aden. Aden… meet my dad. Er, Loki."

Aden froze and began to back up, but I grabbed his arm.

"Don't freak!" I yelled, and he looked at me.

"Oh, I'm not freaking!" he yelled, and I slapped him, causing him to calm down.

"Sorry." He said, and I smiled, leading him towards the black limo we had come in. As we sat down inside, he asked "So, how's my favorite Slytherin been?"

"Quite fine. And you got a job, Mr. Gryffindor?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Merry."

I grinned and poked him, saying, "Pippin."

We laughed as the car drove away, Freya grinning the entire time as she looked out the window. I never expected that things could go horribly wrong.

Eh-hem. So, did you like? It was six pages in word, so in the middle of "The Third Skywalker's" and "Greatness Through Blood's" chapter lengths. REVIEW RESPONSES!

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