Hi... how long has it been? Probably to long...

ive seriously lost almost all motivation to write. I've hit writers block, I don't want to write anymore, and idk... abandonment may come to Asgard's avengers and to all writing that I thought was to come. that's how bad this has gotten.

Erg... idk anymore, just read, I hope you enjoy this horribly rushed filler chapter.

Chapter 10

He was getting better, and far more frustrated. At least he wasn't in Bruce's position, Clint thought. Poor Bruce, Massive Frost Beasts did a number on the hulk and Bruce had massive rips across his chest from the beasts' claws. The local medics tried to stich him up, but every time they stuck him with a needle he would start to hulk out. His wounds required stiches, but without sedation, they couldn't stitch him and every move he made would tear open the fragile clots, and he'd start to bleed again. Clint knew for a fact that he himself was in far more of a better boat.

But still, he was in a bad situation; it had been about two weeks since they fled Asgard, and he knew it could take several weeks for broken ribs to heal. Plus, his collapsed lung was no longer collapsed; it was basically as good as new. One of the bones in his left foot had fractured and he had a fractured collarbone, which was also quite painful, but getting better. Clint was starting to try to move, but no one would let him, and that really pissed him off.

If Pepper or Brenna weren't there, Darcy or Jane would be. Not to mention the other Avengers, who would visit every afternoon. So, every time he tried to get up, someone was in the room to yell at him and then run to go get whatever it was he needed or wanted.

He just wanted to do something for himself! It was only two fractured bones and three broken ones. And the three broken ones weren't even needed for walking! Or were they? Clint wasn't entirely sure, but he was sure he could do things on his own!

"Clinton sit down." Brenna said sternly, not taking her eyes off her book.

He groaned, "WHYYY!?" And sat down on the bed and laid with his legs handing down.

"Because I was ordered to watch you and make sure you did nothing wrong, you imbecile," she snapped.

"I remember you being nicer," Clint replied and poked her face.

She glared at him, "Do you also remember me betraying you and Asgard and everyone…?"

"Well yes. But I bet you have good in your heart, this…," he waved his hand gesturing to her angry face, "Is just an act. I almost guarantee it. Somewhere in that frosty shell, you care, and want to help more than you're leading on."

She looked over at him, turning his words over in her head.

"-…Oh, and you are also secretly in love with me."

"Bloody Hell. You had to go and ruin it," she rolled her eyes.

"It's what I do," he gave a charming grin.

She rolled her eyes again, "You're so ridiculous."

….

(Songs suggestion: Have a great Flight – Yelawolf)

Sif, Jane, who what, he doesn't know any more. He's gonna drive himself to Hell if he keeps thinking about this.

Jane… He loved her, he'd kissed her, he'd laid with her, and cared for her for a while. He loves her, not loved, loves…

Sif… He'd kissed her, known her for as long as he can remember, he's always felt something for her, and they've both risked themselves for each other. He loves her too…

Maybe it's okay to love them both. No, it's not okay! His father had taught him that. One woman… But it was so hard. This wasn't just some physical attachment to both of them; this was a deep emotional feeling. He loved them both with all his heart, but he knew that he could only have a romantic love with one, and a friendship love with the other.

Well, he could have a friendship love with them both, but that's not really what he wanted.

He needed to stop thinking about this. It was like he was running in place, getting absolutely nowhere.

But what else could he think about? His father's death, the fall of Asgard, his complete failure. Honestly, he really hasn't allowed himself to get over the loss of his father; he'd been too busy with his daily chores and preoccupation with trying to figure out how to get Asgard back, he just hadn't had time to really grieve.

But now he had finished helping the blacksmiths move coal and chop wood. He was now settled in the home he currently shared with Steven (they built more cabins and everyone bunked with one another), sitting alone in front of the fireplace, thinking about everything.

And being alone, with spare time, was never good for a restless mind.

Thor threw another log into the fire as he felt his thoughts wandering. He laid down on the floor and covered himself with the bear fur blanket that had been neatly folded on a chair near him.

His thoughts darkened as he stared blankly into the fire, watching the flames dance together in their own beautiful show of reds and oranges, flickering together in a mesmerizing, angry, yet sensual dance. The heat radiated as the fire slowly grew. As his body warmed, he thought of his father and the story he told of the creation of fire.

(Flashback)

Thor and Odin sat in front of the fire place in the room of the royal first born. Thor looked at the fire carefully and let the warmth comfort his body, cold from the freezing Asgardian winter. "Father?" Thor asked and looked up at Odin with innocent blue eyes.

"Yes my son."

"Where does fire come from, who created it?" Thor asked.

"Well my son … long, long ago, when the universe was being created, all its rulers contributed something to the universe and realms they were creating. Everyone but the Dark Elves contributed. The Light Elves of Alfeim, gave light, and there was already darkness. A man of the Vanir race gave water; a troll gave metals and wood. A Midgardian gave soil, and a Jotun gave ice. Hela, the king of Helheim had always existed and in exchange for his help in the creation of the universe, he asked that everyone be made mortal, so that he may collect souls, so he gave mortality. A frost troll gave stone, so that we may craft. And your great, great, great grandfather gave choice, so that we may all have free will. And finally Fire. Now this was the last gift to the universe. After all the great gifts previously given, Surtur, Muspelheim's king, did not know what to give.

Thor interrupted, "Muspelheim is the home of the fire Demons!" he said excitedly, showing off all he had learned in school.

"Indeed that is true. That is why, when Surtur heard that fire was not given, he looked at himself, ablaze with fire. He finally said, 'I give the gift of warmth.' And slowly he ripped off one finger and gave it to the universe. His finger was smoldering, so when it hit the wood given by a troll, the smolder grew brighter, fed by the wood, into a fire. And that my son, is where fire comes from."

"That's amazing father!" Thor said with a grin and looked back at the fire, "Thank you Surtur."

Odin looked down at Thor with a soft smile, "I'm sure he appreciates that."

At that time and age, little did Thor know that in a few years Sif would try to sacrifice herself to Surtur in order to save Thor. Surtur let them both go because their loyalty to one another touched him deeply.

Thor felt tears softly running down his cheek. His father had taught him so much; and now, thinking back on his life, he realized what a terrible son he had been.

Why was he thinking about such dark things? They were just making him feel worse. He had so stop thinking about his father.

Wait, was this one of the gods trying to tell him something? His memory of the fire story led him to the memory of him, Sif, and Surtur… it was right in front of him. Sif… he loves Sif…

….

Steve sat quietly in the blacksmith's hut, as Natasha put a sword in the forge. Steve was drawing the new armor and uniforms for everyone, since their originals were very damaged. "Nat, I just finished yours." He said with a smile and looked at the drawing.

"Let me see it," she responded as she pulled the sword out of the forge and laid it on an iron slab. She wiped her hands on the towel she had tucked in the back of her pants and walked over to where Steve was seated. At her approach, Steve abruptly stood up and held the paper in the air.

"No! I'm gonna make everyone uniforms and armor; I want it to be a surprise," he smiled.

Natasha glared at him and looked at his hand in the air, "Why do you have to be so tall?"

"It's not my problem that you're short." He chuckled and then felt the heel of her foot slam against his. "Ow! Natasha!"

She smirked and jumped up to his now lowered hand, and grabbed the paper, "Woah this is really cool."

Steve smiled, "You think so?" He sat down and she sat next to him.

"Yeah, it's really great. But then, all your drawings are," she smiled at him and put the paper down.

They both looked at each other and went silent. Steve broken the silence, "We should talk you know…" Steve said softly.

"I know. I just don't want things to change," Natasha said quietly.

He smiled, "Natasha, I know how you feel and you know how I feel." He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder, "We can't avoid this forever…"

"I know."

"Why don't we give it a shot? Let it go wherever it goes," Steve asked.

"Okay…," Natasha said quietly. She was scared, but a small part of her also thought this was worth it. Was she good enough for him? She had to stop questioning herself. What he had said about her the night of the invasion … it warmed her inside. Steve made her feel so perfect, she'd never felt like that. He almost, almost, made her feel like she wasn't a sinner.

Steve blinked and pulled away looking at her, "Okay? You're just letting this happen, no argument, nothing?" He looked at her confused.

Natasha looked at him and chuckled, "Nope, sometimes things are worth the risk."

Steve looked at her and grinned, "What-uhm, what do I say when I wanna kiss you."

"You're so stupid," her eye lit up as she chuckled at his innocence.

Steve looked at her and grinned, "I'm gonna kiss you now…," snd he leaned in.

….

Sparks flew into Tony's face, singeing his goatee, "Ow! Fuck! Jarvis!" Tony yelled in frustration.

"Sir there's only so much I can do with such primitive tools."

Tony sighed at looked down at the mangled iron man suit he was trying to repair. The suit suffered extensive damage from the extreme cold from Frost Giants. He'd fixed the icing problem brought on by altitude; however, the ice of the Frost Giants was apparently worse. "Well do better," Tony wined and Jane looked at him strangely. Jane was kindly trying to help him fix the suit. Darcy, of course, was "managing" the progress.

"Sir that is highly unreasonable, and quite frankly rude."

Tony scowled, "Jarvis Stark, do not sass me."

Jane and Darcy looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, "Jarvis Stark?"

"He's my son…," Tony said quietly.

"Technically, I'm the son of your 1980's toaster. Remember, you used a piece of that toaster to add me to your cellular device in collage and neglected to turn me in as your project because I theoretically could pass the Turing test, which is 'dangerous'."

"Oh yeah…," Tony muttered and continued to tinker.

Jane's eyes were wide in excitement, "He's passed the Turing test!?"

"No, don't you listen, he theoretically could, I've just never tried to test him," Tony said and put a screw driver of his own in his mouth while pulling out a screw from the iron man suit.

"That's amazing, he could be the most advance AI in the universe!" Jane said grinning at Tony's phone.

"He is, don't you dare compare him to SHIELD's AI. That piece of junk is mean and emotionless."

Darcy was now playing on her phone which was being charged by the Iron Man suit, "So wait… that means that Jarvis could technically fall in love? And feel emotions?" She said while reading about the Turing test and AI's, "God the service here is terrible…," Jane muttered.

"First: I'm surprised there is any service. And second, yes, Jarvis could probably fall in love," Tony said.

"Unfortunately, I've yet to find the right sort of AI for me."

Darcy looked at Tony's phone with a raised eyebrow, "This is weird…"

Sparks flew from to suit onto Tony's face, singeing his gotee and eyebrows, again. "OW FUCK JARVIS THIS GODDAMN SUIT IS SUCH A FUCKING LITTLE SHIT, I DON'T HAVE MY TOOLS, IM ABOUT TO RIP…,"

….

That night, the women decided to have a little "girl time."

"This is nice. A time to relax in the midst of all the madness." Pepper smiled at all the other women, they were having a night just to talk and hang out, trying to rest before the real work started.

"Indeed," Sif said and leaned her head back on the chair she was sitting in and yawned.

"So what do you want to talk about? Or can I leave or go to sleep?" Natasha asked with a bored expression.

"Natasha just hang out with us. I know you like to surround yourself with the guys because they're your friends, but we can be your friends too," Jane said quietly as she sipped her water.

"Whatever, I just wanna go talk to Steve about something."

"What's with you and Steve anyway?" Darcy asked.

Natasha glared and recovered, "You know Thor's been acting weird lately, anyone know what's up?"

That officially gained more attention and Jane looked unsure, as did the others, except Sif, who looked guilty. But Natasha wouldn't say a thing, she'd let it play out.

"I honestly don't know. He's been really distant for a few days," Jane said quietly with worry lacing her tone.

Sif just stared at the fire silently, "Sif do you know anything about it?" Jane asked.

Sif nodded and didn't look at any of them, she continued staring at the fire, "I do want to speak of it, for we have both done wrong, but it is only right that I tell you Lady Jane…"

"…Tell me what?"

"Thor and I kissed the night of his father's funeral, and I have very mixed and frustrating feelings for him."

It was silent for a long few seconds when Darcy began to yell, "I will kill you bitch! Natasha help me girl!" And Darcy grabbed Natasha's arm and tried to pull her up from her seat.

Natasha didn't move and pushed Darcy away. They all listened intently, "Why would you do that to me…?" Jane asked with a heartbroken gaze.

"I never wanted to hurt you Lady Jane … nor did Thor … I've always cared for Thor more than any of you will ever know … And I only want him to be happy. So despite wanting to be with him, I saw he was happy with you, and I let him go … I did not mean for any of this to happen Lady Jane…," Sif said guiltily.

"If you knew I loved him then why did you do it!" Jane yelled

"I-I didn't … he did…" Sif said, hating to lay the blame.

Jane quieted down and everyone listened intently, "He did…?"

Sif nodded in shame, "Indeed. I am so sorry Lady Jane."

Jane looked down, "He loves you… so much, I can't compete with that."

"No, no lady Jane. I will leave if you wish, do not do anything rash."

Darcy held Jane's hand, "No, he really loves you, I knew that the minute I saw two of you talk … I'll leave him, he's yours. You make him the happiest and that's all I want for him."

Sif looked at her and smiled, "Thank you … do you wish me to somehow get you back to Midgard, I owe you much now."

"No," Jane gave a sad smile, "You're all my friends, and you need my help getting Asgard back."

Sif nodded and placed her hand atop Jane's, "Thank you."

It was silent for a while and Brenna spoke out from the doorway, "Well that was awkward… luckily we still have more awkward talks, Darcy and Loki… Steven and Natasha… Among other possible things."

"Damnit Brenna," Natasha muttered and Brenna gave a mischievous grin.

Darcy grinned, "They're both beautiful men."

….

(Song Suggestion: Jealous - Labrinth)

Jane knew this was right; but it didn't change the fact that she was sad and a bit scared. She loved Thor, but she knew that he loved Sif more, and Sif loved him more than she herself did.

And she didn't necessarily want to leave Thor, but it was for the best. Hopefully, they'd stay friends, right? Of course they would, Darcy wouldn't allow Thor to drift from them.

She walked past all the new small homes made for the Avengers and friends. There were two people per home and the homes were built in the small, two room style that was common in Vanaheim. Thor was bunked with Steve and Jane hoped Steve wouldn't be there. Slowly, she walked up to the slightly taller home, built specifically for the two ridiculously tall men. She walked in and immediately smelled food cooking in the small kitchen. There was a primitive wood stove that funneled smoke out of the home, two tables, and a bucket of water. There were fire pits behind each home, although Steve cooked for everyone, so really in every hut these things were unnecessary. She heard Steve humming and saw nothing in front of her but two large chairs, one occupied by a large long haired blonde in front of a lit fireplace, trying to warm the freezing place in the Vanaheim winter. "Thor…," She said softly.

He turned around looking nervous, "Hello Jane," He forced a smile.

"Hi Jane!" Steve said while he cooked happily.

She smiled and looked at him, "Hi Steve. Uhm... Thor we need to talk privately…," she glanced over at Steve.

"Hmm, oh um, well I have to go, cook this meat." Steve smiled awkwardly and picked up a tray of raw meat and walked outside, while the closed off wood stove was cooking something liquid.

"What would you like to speak about Jane?" Thor asked quietly and stood up, taking her hand hesitantly, but she jerked back and shook her head.

"Thor, I know about you and Sif…," She whispered sadly.

He went wide eyed, concern all over his face, "How?"

"She told me… she didn't want to lie or hide it from me…"

"Nor did I, I've just been very conflicted," He said with a gulp and sad eyes.

"I know… and I understand that Thor. But I also know that you love Sif more than you'll ever love me." She looked at his sad eyes and he looked down, avoiding her gaze. "And I know that Sif loves you more than I ever will be able to." She lifted his head, "And that doesn't mean I don't love you, because I do, but my love isn't good enough." She looked him in the eyes and he looked away.

"That's why we have to break up Thor, because we don't work as well as we should in a relationship. But as friends … we're perfect, and I hope we can stay friends."

Thor nodded, "I would very much like that. I care about you Jane, and I am sorry for what I have done."

"Thor as long as you're happy, then I'm happy for you. I know you'll be happier with Sif," she smiled and grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Thor smiled at her and nodded, "Jane, I hope that you will one day find the love you deserve."

"I hope so too," She smiled and looked down.

He wrapped an arm around her, "You will…"

….

Three weeks later, Clint and Bruce were finally feeling better. Bruce's wounds were basically healed and he was left with massive scars. Clint's bones were almost finished healing and the rest of his injuries had recovered nicely. Thor was still recovering emotionally, and trying to figure everything out. Everyone was there for him, even Jane and Darcy.

Now Steve and Natasha were still together in secret, although Brenna, seemingly more devious than Loki, has figured it all out, and was, no doubt planning something.

Steve quietly walked out of the blacksmith's hut where he was forging. "Guys, it's almost lunch time! Get over here!" Steve yelled and they came walking, except Tony.

Loud footsteps came running behind Steve, "Sneak attack!" Steve heard and Tony leapt trying to jump onto Steve, Steve grabbed Tony's arm and flipped him over.

Tony groaned in pain laying in the dirt, "What the hell Steve!?"

"You should never do that to a soldier," Steve insisted.

"How did you even detect me?! I was like Natasha, but better!" Tony asked.

"What the fuck?" Natasha muttered.

"Tony, you're footsteps were so loud and you screamed 'sneak attack' … Do you have any fighting experience at all?" Steve asked.

"I trained with Happy," Tony slowly stood up and dusted himself off.

"Okay, Happy is not a very skilled fighter," Natasha pointed out.

"He kinda is…," Tony defended his personal security guard.

"He's really not," Clint deadpanned.

"Tony, after lunch I think I'm gonna train you and Bruce. We can't win this if you keep relying on Jarvis," Steve said.

"That sounds boring…"

"But it's necessary, now shut up and tell me what you want for lunch so I can get this over with."

….

(Song Suggestion: Phenomenal – Eminem)

Everyone was cleaning up and getting ready for bed as a large space ship type thing crashed into one of the wheat fields. The Ship was blue and orange with some sort of people-things inside. Steve looked over, "What the heck?" He asked as they heard a yell from the ship, which was opening.

They heard, "OH FUCK ROCKET, I TOLD YOU THIS WASN'T IT!"

"What the fuck…?" Tony said and looked at it in confusion.

"HEY ANYONE OUT THERE?" Something yelled from the wheat fields.

"Of course there is something out there, we hit something living in the crash…" Something with a deep voice said.

"Imbisiles! I think he's dead…," a woman said.

"He's fine! Look at him; he's groaning!" The first voice said. As the Avengers and others ran into the wheat fields, where they met a giant tree, a raccoon with a gun, a human man, a green woman, and a large red man. The raccoon pointed the gun at them and Natasha and Sif drew their swords. Steve held up his shield, Tony held up his hand hooked to a repulsor, the only working piece of the iron man suit, Clint held up his bow, Thor raised his hammer, and the warriors three pulled out their weapons. The obnoxious human man put his weapon down and gaped with wide eyes grinning, "Holy shit its Captain America!"

Steve lowered his shield, "And you are…?"

"I'm Peter, Peter Quill, Human, Guardian of the Galaxy, and generally awesome person…"

"Shut up Quill," the green woman said and glanced at Thor nervously. "We are very sorry, we're looking for Thanos.

"Thanos has taken Asgard, and overthrown Odin, we are planning to overthrow him…," Thor said quietly.

"We're the Guardians of the Galaxy, leave it to us, we're the professionals."

"So are we."

Peter was still gaping, "Captain America - that's him, he's like a hero!"

"We're the Avengers…," Steve said quietly.

"Earth's mightiest hero's, bitch…," Clint grinned.

"Well we're the galaxy's hero's so… what if…," Peter was cut off.

"No! I ain't teamin' up with some idiot humies," Rocket loud mouthed.

"Shut up, raccoon," Clint said.

"Who you callin' Raccoon!?"

Clint looked at him weird, "You're literally a raccoon!"