There, told you things would happen in chapter 2. We get a bit of dialouge and "action", most of the characters are probably wildly ooc and the rest are slightly forgotten. Enjoy.
Thor stepped out of the disappearing pillar of light dressed in gold and a brilliant smile. Jane met him halfway to the group with a matching smile on her own face, and he took her in his arms in a loving greeting.
"Took you long enough!"
"Jane, my friends, I offer my sincere apologies for making you wait. Let us stand here no longer than we need to and rather step through the Bifrost to my home. The feast will begin the moment you arrive."
"Yes, great, wormhole travel. Can't understand why we don't use this more often. Seems so practical." Tony sounded just as much like the patron saint of sarcasm as always, but he was glancing up at where Thor had arrived from rather than at the man himself. Jane turned to give him an irritated look.
"It's called an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, not a wormhole, Stark. I really thought you'd know better» Bruce cut in before Tony could bite back an answer.
"It's really sort of the same thing. I don't want an argument, but I don't think the terminology is really important"
"Either way," Tony answered anyway, "big glowy portal to the party of a lifetime, c'm on guys!"
And terminology aside, he did have a point. Thor showed them all into the circle he had already made on arrival and then there was a few seconds waiting, then another flash of light and they were flying through space faster than any rocket. And then they landed.
Amidst all the sudden oohing and gasping, Pepper was the only one who caught Tony's sharp intake of air signalling panic rather than awe as an unfamiliar sky opened above and around them. His eyes were fixed on the void as his mind replayed a different sky, one littered with hostile aliens, and the image of a nuclear missile…
She gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
"Look at the ground" she whispered, careful not to draw attention. And he looked down at the shining and transparent, but still very solid bridge beneath their feet. And he held onto her hand and he closed his eyes for a second to match his breathing to hers, and he held on. And she hoped that no one had noticed who would be stupid enough to say anything.
They did not stand around to stare for long. Soon enough Thor was leading them over the rainbow bridge towards a large golden dome. There they were met by a tall, golden eyed man leaning on a sword the size of a smaller man. Thor took a step forwards and turned towards the group.
"My friends, this is Heimdall. Gatekeeper, watcher of all."
"Welcome to Asgard, friends of Thor." said Heimdall, golden eyes never leaving some undefined spot on the horizon. "I believe if you do not wish to miss the feast you should not linger here."
So the group pressed on, though Fury murmured an almost disbelieving 'watcher of all, huh?' for which he only got an overly mysterious smile.
And then the city of gold and glory rose before them. A palace with an equal measure of the futuristic and old fashioned which somehow still flowed together into a beautiful, harmonic whole.
"Wow," Tony finally said, after a little too long of awed silence, "Wow, really. I'd ask if you were compensating for something if I weren't suddenly so scared of godly wrath."
"This is amazing." Bruce chimed in not a moment later, pointing at different spires and decorations, "How is that even structurally sound? I mean, I don't know too much about architecture, or material mechanics, but that seems nearly impossible. I'm pretty sure that arch should have at least twice the support it's got."
"The arch?" Betty shot in, pointing in another direction, "What about that tower? This is just gorgeous!"
A few more people started pointing at things as well, and soon a beaming Thor was leading this group of warriors and scientists town the palisades of his palace as they gleefully discussed structural integrity and tensile strength, and the pros and cons of gilded decoration vs. stylish simplicity.
"Greetings friends!" came a loud voice towards the group as four people dressed in impressive armours with matching weapons stepped up to meet them.
"Ah!" Thor laughed a short and warm laugh at the sight of them "My friends, these are my shield-brothers and –sister, the warriors three and lady Sif." Thus ensued a session of
"Nice to meet you"
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance",
"That's a nice axe." and
"Aye, it is a good axe."
All the while lady Sif seemed focused on Pepper, or rather, at Pepper's feet.
"So there truly are skilled female warriors in Midgard, I am delighted, but whatever kind of torture training those are for, I do not want to try it." She said with a smile and a question in her eyes.
"They are called high heels, and they are fashion, not training. Natasha wears them as well, when she wants to make an impression, don't you?" Pepper directed a smile at the assassin/infiltrator.
Natasha answered by glancing darkly down at her currently not-so-high heels and shuddering.
"I am never ever wearing high heels ever again."
"But you were good at it!"
"I used to do ballet, okay? It doesn't mean I have to like it."
And then the three of them were caught up in a discussion of training regimes and women's fashion through the decades. Sif soon began to insist that the two were not as different as one would think.
It was in this state of discussion and light-heartedness the group arrived at the great hall of the feast.