So many problems!

Guys, my laptop is fucked up. The screen is a beautifully dizzying shade of blinking rainbow in a disorganized mess. It's great really it is...

Just came back from Toshiba, i refuse to pay 400 for it so my dads co workworker is gonna fix it, but, i hooked my laptop up to a destop screen so i could see it on the desktop and then saved stuff on a flashdrive and saved my Asgard's avengers stuff! Whoooo!

But yeah its pretty bad. I FULLY BLAME GHOST FOR STEPPING ON IT!

ok, so remember how i said the beginning was terribly slow. Yeah, here's where it slowly starts to pick up.

PEOPLE, Foreshadowing is so damn important in this story, pay the fuck attention, seriously, lots of foreshadowing that leads up to some crazy shit. You've already seen some of the foreshadowing (Hint Odin) Ok, so pay attention.

Updates will continue to be ridiculously slow. My editor (Bitchy sister) has demanded money for editing.

Young me: "Dad what do siblings do?"

Daddy: "Well they help and love one another free of cost."

BULLSHIT

So we are working on wages... and my job (I work at a mechanics shop) pays low, its great really... So i dont know whats going on anymore with how this is being written edited and posted.

I try to keep you guys with updates regularly because i hate it when writers leave me hanging (SHADOWHUNTINGDAUNTLESSDEMIGOD, not pointing any fingers) so i try, but its tough with a sister like mine.

On another note! Thanks for the reviews! And follows! You guys rock! We Romanoger shippers gotta stick together and support one another in this dark time in MCU.

Ok i'm done you can read now.

Chapter 3

The sun on Asgard had risen and the constellations slowly disappeared. Only planets and the sun were visible in the clear sky of Asgard. As the Asgardian sun shined into Steve's room, Natasha slowly awoke from her slumber. She felt strong arms wrapped around her, his body like a hot-box, warming her under the smooth, silky, blue sheets. Looking around and gaining awareness of her surroundings, she noticed she was in Steve's arms, in Steve's room. She slowly slid out of his arms and headed for the door. That was their typical routine. She never wanted to get caught sleeping with him (sleeping, strictly sleeping!) so she left early in the morning and went to her room or she would work out. And the routine worked; although it somewhat depressed both the soldier and the spy being separate after all that time. They weren't plagued by nightmares when they were together. Because if they were both honest with themselves, they both loved and cared for the other, more than they wanted to admit. But, neither of them was honest with themselves.

Slowly, Natasha made her way back to her room and laid in her bed, covering up in the abnormally large, black bear pelt. It was soft, which was odd for bear fur, and Natasha loved it. She loved how it was warm and soft, in the most comforting way. She also loved how her pajamas smelled like Steve, so she could just lay comfortably under the soft, warm pelt, hoping his scent wouldn't disappear. She snuggled under the pelt and silken crimson sheets. Natasha had noticed there was a portrait of the Asgardian royal family in every room. She assumed it was like a typical Monarch government on Asgard, which meant they hung a portrait of the royal family in every household and nearly every room. Staring at the golden wall with portraits of Thor's family, she was amazed by how much her life changed. She started as an assassin for Russia, then became a top SHIELD agent and spy as well as assassin, she joined the Avengers, SHIELD fell, then she found herself falling for America's golden boy, and now she was living on Asgard. It was crazy how quickly her life changed. She just had trouble accepting all this change; she still wanted to be a SHIELD agent (not to mention she wanted to be back on earth), not falling for Captain America, just going on missions and harassing her best friend. In the last week, a good portion of her life simply fell apart.

But now she was on Asgard, being treated like a royal, falling for America's golden boy even though she knew she would never deserve him. How was this her life? It was madness; she almost wished she was still on the run, it would give her time to think about the past events and get her feelings and emotions in check. But no – Thor destroyed the motel she was in and brought her to Asgard.

Her mind was racing; she needed to stop thinking so much. She shut her eyes; maybe she could get an hour or two of sleep. She felt herself drifting into slumber when she heard her door open. With an almost inaudible sigh, she opened her eyes and saw Brenna standing awkwardly, "Lady Romanoff, it's time to get ready and dressed, breakfast will be soon – once the moon fully sets." Natasha glanced out the window and saw the moon and the sun were close to each other, about two hours away, earth time.

Natasha sighed in frustration and sat up and moved away from the warmth of her bed. Brenna smirked and went to Natasha's closet and pulled out a skirt, just like Sif's, and a black long sleeve shirt. Natasha took the clothing from Brenna and walked behind a thick curtain where the bathtub and the (Asgardian style) toilet was located. She changed into the skirt and shirt and then tucked the shirt into the skirt and put on the belt that was extremely similar to a roman soldier's baletus (which was also something Sif wore) and then she tied four throwing knives in one sheath on her thigh and hid it under the skirt and baletus. She walked out from behind the curtain. Brenna then placed chest and back plates onto Natasha, and very thin shoulder spaulders, then wrist and shin guards over top of leather Asgardian boots. Brenna grabbed something similar to a Shemagh that was silken and crimson red. She tied it tightly around Natasha's waist and took two of Natasha's knives that were sheathed and tucked them into the crimson belt/sash. Brenna then took another very thin knife and slipped the sheathed weapon under Natasha's left wrist guard, so it could be easily retrieved. (Natasha remembered Thor saying he was having elves make her a weapon called a Hidden Blade, a weapon Darcy showed him in a video game. In the meantime, the wrist weapon was a good alternative). Natasha glanced at the knife in her wrist guard and then looked back up. Brenna then took out the final piece of clothing, which was a black shawl-like cloak. She put it on Natasha and then explained to that it was "casual" Asgardian warrior wear.

"Thank you Brenna."

Brenna bowed and exited the room silently. Natasha sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. If she couldn't sleep, then she would work out. But first she needed to find out where she could work out.

Slowly she slipped out of her room and walked down the hallways aimlessly looking for a training room or yard. Luckily, she saw Sif, "Hey Sif!"

Sif turned to her, "Yes Lady Natasha?"

"Its Natasha, you're a friend. Is there somewhere here that I can train?" She asked.

Sif smiled, "Indeed there is, two halls down to the left, it's a large courtyard."

"Thanks," Natasha said with a faint smile and Sif nodded as they walked past each other. Natasha headed two hallways down and turned left, and there it was.

She walked into the courtyard and took off her cloak and draped it on the wall. The courtyard was walled-in with four stairways leading to four entrances/exits. It was stone and had two wooden dummies, some beams, and an agility course.

She stood in front of one of the wooden dummies and pulled out one of her throwing knives and looked at the dummy and took aim. Throwing it with extreme accuracy, the knife hit the dummy in the neck, where the carotid artery would be. She pulled out her second knife and threw it, hitting the dummy in the heart area. Grabbing her third and fourth throwing knives, she threw them and they both landed in the dummy's forehead.

"Have the wooden targets wronged you?"

Natasha turned to see Odin. He was so silent, she had no idea he was there. How long had he been there? He wasn't there when she arrived. She brushed it off and chuckled, "No, just trying to relax. Clear my head," she said quietly.

"Is your version of relaxation morphed?" He asked with a laugh. Slowly, he sat down, his legs shaking a bit.

She smirked and shrugged then pulled the knives out of the dummy and sheathed them. Slowly she walked over to him and sat down on one of the steps that led into the courtyard.

They sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes when Odin spoke up, "I was unhappy about mortals coming to Asgard. I have only seen the Avengers fight once and I'm aware some Avengers are technically not mortal. But to my understanding, you are. What makes you so special?" He asks with seriousness.

"I have a very … specific set of skills. I'm an expert hand to hand combat fighter and a master at espionage. I'm also pretty good with knives," she answered quietly.

He smiled, "I've heard from Thor that you tricked Loki. Is this true?" Odin asked.

She chuckled and nodded, "I can be very manipulative."

He nodded and smiled, "I will enjoy seeing you fight alone one day; however, I do not think you will be able to fight with such a clouded mind," he quietly stated as his smile disappeared. It was obvious to Odin that she had a very large inner struggle, with many conflicting and frustrating thoughts in her head. Just because he didn't know her well, didn't mean he couldn't be concerned for her mental state.

How did he read everyone so well? The look of surprise and confusion was evident on her face, she quickly hid her surprise by putting on her Black Widow face to hide her feelings.

With a smirk that said 'you know you can't fool me' his eyes softened, "I know you are troubled. With what, I do not know."

"I'm fine," Natasha muttered in response, her expression getting more distant as she got lost in her thoughts.

Odin smiled knowingly and stood up weakly, "I know you are not...," he turned around to walk away "But alas! I myself, am not the one you should speak to about your troubles. I suggest you find someone to confide in, or else your troubles will consume you," he suggested and he turned his head to look at her, "Have a lovely day Lady Romanoff," Odin stated quietly and then walked away slowly.

Natasha sat there stunned for a bit… Damn Asgardian king, reading her like a children's book. She sighed and stood up, heading towards the dining hall for breakfast.

Once she arrived at the dining hall, she saw all the Avengers, Sif, the warriors three, Odin, Loki, Jane, Darcy, Doctor Selvig, and Pepper. She noticed Darcy seriously flirting with Loki and Loki trying to get away kindly, but no one would let him. Natasha went and sat next to Steve, "Nat, I'm gonna need your help," he said quietly.

"What?"

"Hogan doesn't understand TV," he deadpanned and the warrior nodded in almost frustration. Earth fascinated him, he wanted to learn.

"Hogan… it's like a box with moving pictures in it. But the moving pictures are made in a different places with real people and then its…," this was hard, now she understood Steve's dilemma. "It's transmitted to a machine we have in space called a satellite, and then the satellite sends the pictures to the TV on earth."

"So they are not tiny people in the box as Steven told me?" Hogan asked.

"I didn't tell you that; I said it's a moving pi…"

"Yes. No, no tiny people, just real people on video."

"Video?"

Oh this was gonna be a long conversation… Natasha sighed, "Video is like a tape of… Steve?"

"Don't ask me," Steve laughed.

Natasha groaned, but luckily she was saved by sirens. Thor immediately jumped up, and then the Avengers and Lady Sif and the warriors three stood. Odin slowly tried to stand from his chair but his legs shook weakly. Steve looked at him worriedly, "Sir please sit. We'll take care of it."

Odin nodded and sat back down, he watched guards come in and stand next to his seat and the Avengers and four warriors ran out.

"Friends, it is the prison alarms. Many of these prisoners are extremely dangerous," Thor warned as they ran.

"Fun," Tony muttered as a suit flew onto him while he was running. He stumbled forward, "JARVIS EASY THAT HURTS!" He yelled gaining an eye roll from the Avengers and confused looks from the warriors.

As they reached the prison, they saw prisoners running towards them, some looked Asgardian, Dwarf, Elvin, Chitari, and god knows what else.

Immediately, they jumped into action. Natasha pulled out her throwing knives and nailed three prisoners in the head, they dropped. She expected them to be harder to take down. Apparently not.

Now out of throwing knives, she unsheathed her double sided blade and slit a few throats. One prisoner … she had no clue what it was, grabbed her from behind; it was extremely strong. The slam of Thor's hammer against the floor silenced everyone, "Go back to your cells and you will not die!" Thor yelled, but the criminals went back to violence.

Natasha sent her knife cutting through the beast's flesh, where a human kidney would be. It grunted and loosened his, or maybe her, hold on Natasha. Taking a chance, Natasha slammed her foot onto the joint of the foot and ankle, the thing let go of her and she spun around gracefully and slit its throat.

Tony had fixed Sam's wings and Natasha saw Sam flying around good as new. He swooped down, picked up a dwarf, who he proceeded to drop-kick to the floor, making him land directly on his head. Then, Sam moved on to other prisoners, drop-kicking each one in turn.

Natasha caught sight of Steve just as he roundhouse-kicked what looked like an elf, in the jaw. While it was bent over caressing its dislocated jaw, Steve sent the rim of his shield onto the back of the elf's neck. It dropped to the floor – quite possibly dead, but then again, maybe not. With Steve; sometimes he kills things, sometimes he doesn't. You just never know.

Natasha noticed Tony was shooting away with his repulsors, punching every once in a while. Clint had managed to climb of top a small guard tower and he began picking off prisoners, one by one. Lucky bastard, he had it easy, all he had to do was shoot, very little fighting involved. Then there was Lady Sif and the warriors three. Natasha had to hand it to 'em – they were badass.

A dwarf reached for her and she grabbed his hand, yanking it forward, dislocating the wrist and hand. He howled and she swiped her leg, pushing his feet out from under him. He dropped to the floor and she kicked him in the face at just the right angle. After hearing the distinctive crack of a broken neck, she moved on to the next, very pleased with her work.

An elf ran at her with a stolen spear from one of the guards. She side-stepped, barley missing the point of the spear. The elf swung the spear to the side in an attempt to hit her, but she grabbed the shaft and swung her leg up and stepped onto the spear, letting her hands free from their grip. Then, she leapt forward with one foot on the spear and the elf let go of the spear, even though Natasha wasn't that heavy. She assumed he dropped the spear because of the force. She leapt onto the elf's back and wrapped her legs around his neck and slammed her knife into his skull. Before the elf even hit the ground, she jumped off and landed gracefully.

She looked around, some prisoners were starting to run, leaving very few fighting in the hallway. But then a huge giant-thing, came toward her. Natasha groaned, "Thor!" she pointed to the thing as Steve smashed two prisoner's heads together with a smile.

When Thor saw it, his eyes widened a bit. He began walking towards in but Tony stepped in front of him, "I got this Shakespeare," Tony said. "JARVIS, find me a weak spot."

A few seconds later Tony lifted both arms. His arc reactor, and both repulsors began glowing, and he shot the giant-thing, in the head. The beast dropped almost immediately. "BOOM!" Tony said happily.

Steve rolled his eyes, but watched as the remaining prisoners began to run. One, slipped past Thor, and headed straight for the palace. It was an elf, tall with long blonde hair. Natasha immediately thought Lord of the Rings. But then she remembered they needed to get that prisoner. "Steve! You're with me!" She yelled and pointed to the prisoner heading towards the palace.

Steve nodded and bolted; Natasha followed. Steve may be superhuman, but she was too. She has a variant of his serum in her system. It almost became a contest between the two, a contest of 'whoever kills or maims the Elf Usain Bolt' wins … Natasha was leading at the moment. She was a good ways in front of Steve.

They chased the elf inside the palace, guards following at their tail, but not nearly as fast as the super soldier or the super spy, and their certainly not as fast as the newly deemed (deemed in Natasha's head) Usain Elf Bolt. The elf made a turn for the royal hall, where Odin remained, waiting for the warriors and Avengers to return. As soon as the three got into the hall, Odin watched carefully. If need be, he would step in. "Nat, heads up!" Steve yelled and chucked his shield with extreme precision. It hit Usain Elf Bolt in the back and Natasha leapt forward tackling the elf in mid fall. She was wearing her widow bites, so she placed them at the base of "Bolt's" neck and electrocuted him.

She jumped up and high fived Steve. He smiled at her and threw the elf over his shoulder to take it back to the prison. Odin watched them carefully. It was amazing, they worked in perfect harmony – he was defense and she was offense; then they changed tactics and he became offense and she took over defense. It was like they knew what the other was thinking in a fight.

Odin knew he had just witnessed the proof of their amazing skills and partnership. The two Avengers were gone by the time he shook away his thoughts to thank them. He was sincerely grateful though, knowing full-well that they may well have saved his life. His powers have been dwindling and he had been getting weaker by the day.

Now that he knew their skill, he almost wanted them to become Asgardians; they could be warriors of Asgard. Certainly no one who could fight that well was purely mortal, and to his understanding, the frightening and dangerous red head was purely mortal.

….

He group was returning from the prison, basically unscathed in this battle; aside from a few scratches and bruises, they were fine.

"Thor some of those things are weird as shit. What was that scaly thing with big antlers?" Tony asked, still in his Iron Man suit, holding his helmet.

"Bildshnipe. They are repulsive," Thor responded.

"Can I have a book on creatures of the realms so JARVIS and I know what we're dealing with when we fight?" Tony asked.

"Of course, all the books are in the library."

"Who uses a library anymore?" Clint asked with a snort.

"I'm aware most of you are accustomed to 'internet' but we do not have such things. You must settle for books," Thor reminded.

Tony groaned, "Come on Bruce, you're gonna read to me and JARVIS."

"Can't JARVIS just scan the…," Bruce's logical excuse for not agreeing was interrupted.

"Nope, let's go," Tony grabbed him and they walked off, not really sure where the library was.

The remaining Avengers chuckled, "Nat wanna go spar? I didn't burn off enough energy," Clint asked.

"Yeah, 'cause you just sat down and shot people, you lazy prick," Natasha scoffed.

He could only trick the Black Widow with a challenge or competition, "Whatever, you're just scared I'll beat you," Clint smirked cockily.

Natasha glared at him and Steve looked at him with his signature raised eyebrow, basically saying, 'I think you and I both know who will win.'

"Come on Barton, let's go and get your ass kicked," Natasha proclaimed as she headed off to the training courtyard.

Steve chuckled, "That's not gonna end well."

Thor nodded, "Indeed."

Thor and Steve were finally alone, giving Thor the perfect opportunity to bring up the, 'You're worthy and my father wants you to join the family,' conversation.

"Lord Steven, would it be alright if we speak in private?" Thor asked gently.

Steve looked at him, confusion evident in his eyes, "Uh sure."

Thor smiled and nodded, leading Steve out of the palace and onto the shore of the Asgardian Lake. They stood there in the sand, watching the peaceful water, and Asgardian birds fly overhead. Brush surrounded them giving them privacy. The hustle and bustle of the Asgardian city disappeared as they entered this little bit of wild left on Asgard.

"Lord Steven, do you truly understand what it means that you are able to lift Mjolnir?" Thor asked, because honestly he wasn't sure that Steve understood the importance and significance of this.

"It means I'm worthy, or something like that," Steve repeated he words he heard Thor state earlier.

"It is more than just that my friend. It means you are pure of heart, compassionate, mighty, strong, kind, gentle, and most of all, you are good," Thor looked at him and smiled. Steve couldn't believe what Thor was saying. "It means that you are one of only three to be worthy. Me, my father, and now you Lord Steven. It means you are made to be a king.

Steve looked astonished with wide eyes, "Thor this has to be a mistake. I'm not that great; I don't deserve a throne," Steve denied, self-deprecating as always.

Thor put Mjolnir down, "Lord Steven, pick the hammer up," Thor ordered.

Steve slowly bent over and picked up Mjolnir, seeing that Nordic words appeared on the side of the hammer. There he stood, holding Mjolnir. Thor grabbed the hammer while Steve was holding it and put it against Steve's chest, "Just because you do not want to be worthy, does not mean you are not worthy."

Steve swore it was the wisest thing he had ever heard Thor say. The usually strong and always happy go lucky god was extremely serious, he was staring at Steve with intense blue eyes, and for the first time, Steve noticed the wisdom Thor had. Steve was astounded; he was at a loss for words. But Thor continued, "My father has asked me to invite you to join the Odinson family. I do not want the throne and only a worthy Asgardian can hold the throne. My father is worried about who will rule this land if I do not take the throne. So Lord Steven, will you become an Asgardian, and an Odinson?" Thor asked.

Steve stood their stunned. Him, become an Odinson? It was a lot to take in. He still could barely process the fact that he was worthy and should be a king. But now this? "I-I don't know Thor. I mean, I'm just a kid from Brooklyn. I'm not worthy of any throne and I'm certainly not a god, there's only one god."

Thor smiled, maybe that was true, and maybe there was a silent god that ruled them all. "Lord Steven… You are worthy of Mjolnir, of the throne, and of the name Odinson. You are not a normal human; your heart is larger than any other man's. You would make a great king, a gentle husband, a fine father, and you are certainly an amazing friend. You are worthy of the throne that I do not want. You were meant to be a king."

Steve's gaze dropped to the sand under his feet. Everyone told him he was modest, but he didn't see what was inside him that others saw. "I-I don't know Thor. Can I have some time to think about it?"

Thor nodded and clapped a hand on Steve's back, "Of course my friend. It is not a decision to be taken lightly nor to be made on a whim. But please do try to make a decision soon, my father … he is not doing well."

Steve nodded and handed Mjolnir back to Thor, who took the hammer and walked away.

Steve looked out over the Asgardian Lake and sighed. This was crazy, he thought to himself. He's only human, not some demi god from Norse mythology. He's just an old, stubborn, super soldier, who's too shy to take action when it comes to human connection. How could he possibly make a decision that could affect an entire race, when he can't even tell the women he harbors feelings for, how he truly feels about her? He was certainly no king.

But then again, decision making was part of strategizing, and he was a master strategist. But that wasn't the point, he didn't really want the burden of being king; he didn't want to live on Asgard for the rest of his life, and outlive all his friends. He didn't want more stress on his shoulders than what already weighed him down.

But then again … Thor needed him; Thor's family needed him. Thor didn't want the throne, and they certainly couldn't let Loki rule. Both Thor and Odin were looking to him for backup and help. What happens when Odin dies? What happens if Thor leaves and leaves Asgard without rule? Revolution, takeover, destruction of the Asgardian race? There were too many answers to those two questions. And unfortunately, Odin was aging. He was getting old, and his age was showing. When he stood up from his seat and walked down the stairs, his legs shook. He coughed when he breathed too heavy or drank too much, he walked slowly. He was old and his time was coming.

So what would happen when Odin died and Thor didn't take the throne? Steve didn't have the answer, but this family needed him.

His friend, Thor, needed him.

A city, a race, an entire world possibly needed him.

But he didn't want this burden.

He didn't want to outlive his friends again.

There were so many selfish reasons as to why he didn't want to do this.

But the question still remained - will he become a royal Asgardian Odinson?