It always seemed like just yesterday to them. When the sky opened and the aliens came through. The Chitauri. They had changed so much, the world now knew what hid in the shadows of the sky, what went bump in the night. Being a part of that, it was not something you could forget. Stark still felt the aftermath, still overcoming his anxiety from his brief time in space. Banner, the Hulk, she hadn't heard from him in months. Thor hadn't been seen since, she had been keeping a close eye on Jane Foster just in case. The good part of that was there was also no news from Loki, something she was more than happy to accept. Black Widow and Hawkeye had drifted from mission to mission, and she couldn't help but notice how close they had grown. They came around for dinner if they were ever in the area. Fury left them to it, not wanting to disturb her fearing her now legendary wrath. And she liked it that way.
"You alright there?" yelled out a voice. Elise Carter raised her head. She had scars from the battle of New York. None visible luckily, but she had learned so much. She was half Asgardian, royalty. That wasn't something she wanted. She would have given everything she owned, everything she possessed to be able to grow old with the man she loved more than anything else.
"Fine," she yelled back, stepping backwards. She opened the bathroom door and felt arms enwrap her tightly. "What is this for?" she asked with a laugh.
"I'm not allowed to hug my fiancée?" asked Steve Rogers. Also known as Captain America. They had been enjoying life before marriage, and had almost finished all plans for the wedding. A small ceremony, on an isolated beach with no media, no fighting, no aliens. They needed a break. It was a sad moment though when their guest list was less than fifteen people. And basically all of them had some connection to the Avengers. Stark, and at a guess his plus one. Hawkeye, Black widow. Banner. Fury. Hill. Coulson. But that was how they wanted it.
"You are," said Elise, kissing him on the cheek.
"Could I also ask her a favor?" he said, and Elise knew where this was heading.
"Steve, no. I have to practice, get better. I can't let this go untrained, or we know the chaos it can cause. Steve," she said, wrapping her hands around his.
"Thirteen hours," he said.
"What?" she replied.
"That is how long straight yesterday you went for. No food, no drink, no break. You can't keep doing this to yourself," he whispered. Steve was worried. And this wasn't irrational love worry, where a papercut could be deadly. This was rational to anyone. Her powers, the Asgard and the Serum, they didn't seem to stop. Every day they grew more powerful, Elise could do something new. But it was taking a toll on her. She still managed a smile every night as she said she loved him, but behind that smile was a look of exhaustion. Once she fainted from solidifying air for ten minutes straight. Her new record was seven hours. When she had finally given up, her heart beat was faster than anyone's should be, her temperature was boiling hot and she hadn't been able to move the next day.
"I have to Steve. I'll be fine, I know my limits," she whispered back.
"Do you?" he questioned.
"If I didn't I would have died long ago. Besides I have my knight in shining armor ready to save me," she said, giving him on more kiss before rushing off.
"I don't know if I can save you from yourself," he murmured. He watched her go into the room. That room, it was the bane of his existence. Once in there, she wouldn't emerge for hours. And when she finally did, she would have two pieces of toast, a glass of orange juice, three pain pills and go to bed. It had been the same for two weeks, before that she hadn't been as head strong. It had only been a day or two here and there that she went into there. The room was made of the same material as a nuclear shelter, and survived whatever she put it through. He snapped out of it hearing the phone ring. Steve slowly moved over to the table where her mobile sat and picked it up.
"Elise, activity near Jane Foster. There is a," started a man.
"Wait, this isn't her," said Steve quickly.
"Captain?" the voice asked.
"Yes, hang on a second," he replied. He pressed the button to open the door, praying that she wasn't already too deep into her mind set. There was no rescuing her from that. Rescuing, poor choice of words. The door was flung open.
"What?" asked Elise, trying hard to hide the agitation. Something big muse have come up, he wouldn't have disturbed her otherwise. Steve passed her the phone. She listened and then hung up. "I have to get to London," she said, tossing her phone onto the bench.
"Elise wait. What is happening?" said Steve.
"Thor came back, and he took Jane Foster with him. SHIELD is going to have a field day and I need to make sure I get the chance to study whatever the hell is happening before they contaminate the scene," she mumbled.
"Just stop," said Steve, grabbing her arm. "I'm coming with you," he said.
"Steve I'll be there two days tops. If Thor is back then," she started and trailed off. Steve got the message. Neither of them wanted Loki back, Steve knew he wanted Elise for her power, but Elise had never told him exactly what had happened between the two of them.
"All the more reason for you not to go," he whispered.
"He is my family," she whispered back. They both rushed to shelter their eyes as a stream of rainbow light blasted through the windows, shattering glass. Steve pushed her down to the ground, sheltering her body. They both raced to grab weapons, Elise hid a gun in every room in the house. The problems of growing up the way she did, with a mother from the army and a secret worth the weight of a thousand worlds. Trust didn't come easily.
"That is Asgard light," said Steve as Elise chucked him a pistol.
"Damn it!" she yelled.
"How do you want to play this?" he asked. Elsie looked around the room.
"If it's Asgard, I'm going to doubt it is friendly. We need better equipment. Basement?" she asked and Steve nodded.
"Basement," he said. Before they could move, a grenade was thrown into the room. "Get down!" yelled Steve and they both ducked. The room filled with a white blinding light that almost burned the skin. They both heard the door be kicked in, but could hardly move to do anything about it. As the light started to fade they both turned and aimed their weapons. A group of soldiers, who resembled Loki's outfit in some elements, came in.
"Princess we have come for you," said one, putting his hand across his chest to his heart.
"I'm going nowhere," said Elise, keeping her gun aimed at the head of the nearest soldier.
"We have orders to take you no matter what the cost, with the exception of your life," said another.
"Well tell Odin you failed, because the only way I am going with you is in a body bag," she snarled. Steve smiled, even with some of probably the most well trained warriors facing her, she still stayed strong. The soldiers split and a man with ginger hair and a weird cape thing stepped forward.
"I am Fandral of the Warriors Three," he said, bowing. Steve yawned and felt his eyelids close.
"What was in that grenade?" yelled Elise, moving towards Steve.
"Kill them if you have to. Don't let them take you," he whispered before passing out. Elise kissed him on the head. She couldn't kill them. That would be declaring war on Asgard, and Odin would send more people down.
"Do not fear, your soldier will wake soon, it will not have harmed him in anyway," said Fandral.
"Come any closer and I will kill you," said Elise, but she was feeling a bit drowsy herself. It must still affect whatever part of her was human.
"We have orders to return you to your home princess, and we will do so," said one of the soldiers.
"You cannot return to somewhere you have never been," whispered Elise, as she fought the drowsiness. Fandral walked over to her and removed the gun from her hand with no fight.
"It is your home nonetheless," he whispered, picking her up tight in his arms. They rushed outside. "Heimdall open the Bifrost," said Fandral. She fought trying to escape his arms. The rainbow light surrounded them and she stopped fighting as they were pulled upwards through the light stream, she felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest with the force. It made her want to vomit and faint. She breathed in the air once they stopped, before darkness filled her eyes. "Welcome to Asgard, your home."
TADAA! Yes that's right, the continuation of the story is coming with the continuation of the Marvel Universe. So this takes place during Thor: Dark World. I've figured out basically where everything goes, so fingers crossed it will all work out and you guys will enjoy it!
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