A/N: FINALLY! Yes finally i finished this, and i think it turned out well. it will end up falling back in canon-ness, somewhat. It is set to end right as Iron Man 3 starts, or at least what i can gather from the AWESOME trailer. Beware, this is the FINAL chapter. Anything else that happens after this will be during the movie...

Enjoy!

He picked up very promptly, and she felt her whole body relax.

"Hello?"

His deep voice, gravely from a couple decades of cigarettes, warmed her to her core.

"Hey Tony, this is Jenna. How are things going? Any chance I can come out to see you soon?"

He chuckled a bit,

"Of course. I would love a chance to take a break. Work has been rough over here. After new York, I've been working on several new models of the suit, and upgrading them all as quick as I can. I'd like to be able to train Rodey, er, Lt. Colonel James Rhodes that is, how to use the suit in case I need backup in another emergency situation. Pepper has been here daily, helping me go through figures, working out budgets, but don't worry, she's quite happy with some friend of the Colonel's she met at the last gala I held. How is the luau country doing?"

Jenna blushed slightly,

"It misses you. The weather is lovely as usual, but it's very lonely. I have made a few new friends at work though."

He sighed into the phone,

"Well we need to rectify that situation ASAP. How soon can you be ready? I could have a private jet over there in less than 4 hours."

Jenna gasped,

"That's hardly fair. Tomorrow is a workday, I can't just skip off to see you without preparation! Howabout we aim for this weekend?"

She could almost see Tony pouting on the other side of the phone.

"Oh all right. Be sure to bring some naughty lingerie alright?"

"Of course. Handcuffs too I suppose?"

Tony snorted,

"What's got you in such a kinky mood?"

"Missing you. Being on edge all the time but with no one to help."

"True true." He was nodding but she couldn't see, so he told her briefly what he would do to her as soon as she set foot in the L.A. Stark Tower.

She was blushing so hard she knew her cheeks must be glowing red by the time he finished.

"Okay Tony, I need to get back to work, my break is over."

"I understand completely. Take care. Talk to you soon."

"Goodbye Tony."

She hung up the phone, grinning to herself like a loon. He was ridiculous, and made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. She hoped he wasn't overworking himself too much, he would start drinking so much coffee trying to pull all nighters that he might end up sleeping the first night she arrived.

That would be no fun.

The next morning on her way to work, she was messing around with her purse, trying to find her keys, when she felt someone come up behind her, she was seconds from grabbing the small pink can of pepper spray inside her purse, when she heard a velvety chuckle.

"Good morning darling. Hope you weren't planning to taze me. Many people would go hungry today."

She whirled around to see Luke smiling broadly at her, and she exhaled a sigh of relief.

"You have no idea. I almost blinded you. Next time, don't sneak up on a girl."

He pouted slightly, his bright blue eyes laughing at her,

"What's a Monday morning without some Mischief?"

Jenna rolled her eyes,

"How about what's a Monday morning without some strong coffee?"

Luke shrugged,

"You're right. I'm sorry, here." From behind his back, he produced a steaming cup of what smelled like espresso, and as she took a tentative sip, she felt a smile smooth her frown.

"Thank you. What would I do without you? You're like a guardian angel."

Luke smiled at her,

"You're the angel. You put up with all my antics. And don't rat me out to the big bosses."

It was Jenna's turn to shrug,

"Well, if I did that, who would bug me all day? Work would get so monotonous."

After a busy morning, they were strolling along the sidewalk to their favorite lunch stop, a small soup and sandwich café, when suddenly the TV store next to it blared to life, the previous daily soap that had been droning on turned into an urgent news bulletin sound.

Jenna had only been half listening until the name 'Stark Industries' caught her attention, and she jerked her eyes up to the screens.

Her mouth gaped as she watched the building being attacked by huge unmarked ships. They resembled army jets, but with dark blood red and deep tan markings in a language she didn't recognize.

The building began to collapse and her hand flew to her mouth in terror.

Tony wouldn't, couldn't be there. He was safe. He was smart. He would have seen it coming.

The trilling of her cellphone shocked her from her paralyzed fear, and Luke set a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture as she fumbled in her purse for the ringing rectangle.

She saw it was Tony, and nearly fainted in relief.

"Tony! Tony! What's going on? Are you alright?"

She heard loud noises in the background, stomping feet, and shouting voices,

"Jenna! It's not safe to be talking to you but I had to make sure you knew I was okay. Me and pepper are at the mansion. I received a tip from Agent Fury this morning that someone had called an airstrike on the Tower so I decided to work from home today."

He gave a sarcastic chuckle, and she shook her head, though she knew he couldn't see her.

"Tony, be careful. Who are these people? Why are they attacking you? Or at least where-"

She broke off as she heard the loud blaring of sirens in the background, and a scream.

"Jenna I need to let you go now, go to work, pretend as if nothing has happened. Get rid of this phone any way you can. Destroy any ties you have to me. You need to stay safe. Goodbye."

*CLICK*

Jenna pulled the phone from her ear, staring at it in shock, what was he talking about? What on earth was going on?

Before she knew it, the same sirens were sounding on the tv, as a news chopper made its way over the hill to show a view of Tony's Malibu Mansion, more of the same type of aircraft surrounding the airspace above it. Before she or Luke could react, the crafts had launched what appeared to be some sort of guided missile towards the beachfront house.

In seconds it was a fireball, and large chunks of concrete were falling into the ocean.

Her voice froze in her throat, and her vision began spotting. White patches grew until she could no longer see anything in front of her, and the ground seemed to melt beneath her feet.

A cool cloth was dabbing on her forehead as she returned to consciousness. Jenna's eyes peeked open, and she realized she was lying on a couch at the hotel. Luke knelt beside her, holding the cloth she had felt.

"Wha-what happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, dreading the answer.

His blue eyes were no longer teasing, but looked as serious as the rest of his face. His mouth, which had been a grim line, slowly opened, and he licked his lips, seemingly delaying the inevitable.

"Stark Mansion was destroyed completely. No sign of survivors. The news reports are saying that both Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, and all staff members are missing, and most likely…dead. I'm so, so, sorry Jenna."

Her eyes stung with tears, and his golden blond head suddenly turned into a blur, a blurry halo that surrounded the face of her last remaining friend on earth.

"No. No. This can't be happening."

"Everything will be alright. I'm here to protect you. I'm sorry for the deception, but it was necessary at the time. My newest assignment or at least, my newest mission was to protect you. It was a top secret step that had to be taken. Only a few people knew about it. My real name is Loki Laufeyson. You may know me from the New York incident. It's true at the time, I was seen as the enemy, but I was eventually brought to my brother's side. Released from an enchantment by the Other that I could not even notice until it had been dissolved by my adopted father. I won't burden you with any more, but I need you to know, you have nothing to fear from Me." at this, his clothing began to fade and with a golden hue, they transformed into the battle armor he wore during the New York incident, as he called it. His golden hair grew longer and quickly darkened to pitch black. His eyes were still a soothing blue, but now seemed to have a green tint.

Jenna's eyes grew wide in shock.

"You mean…you're the Norse God Loki? God of Mischief? I guess that makes a little sense." She smiled sadly to herself, "I suppose this means I can't really go back to work then."

He shook his head, dark hair swishing around his ears,

"I'm afraid not. We will be leaving for S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters as soon as you can get packed. Only essentials mind you, anything special can certainly be obtained later."

Jenna nodded numbly. Her whole world had crashed down, and now she had to leave it behind without a second glance. Tony Stark was missing, presumed dead, and now she was under the protection of a Norse God. The same one who had almost destroyed Manhattan. Why hadn't Tony let her in on any of this? She should have known he wouldn't leave her truly defenseless, he loved her. At least, he had.

Tonight she would say her farewells to her beautiful state and life, and go off into the sunset with nothing but her memories of their time together as her mental protection against the onslaught of grief that threatened to turn her into an enormous ball of sadness and tears. She would be strong for him. She would not break. She was made of more than that. She would make him proud, even in death.

A/N: The end. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, especially miss AnnDowney, your kind words make me smile. Merry Christmas to everyone, and to all a good night! :)