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Chapter 1

Beaches and Surfing

DC – Steve Rogers Residence

Steve debated calling Fury the next morning to tell him about his maybe-Bucky sighting. On the one hand, backup would be nice. On the other, Fury might still be upset Bucky nearly killed him.

"Maybe call Natasha, give her the info, see what she says," Sam suggested.

"And wait around while she tells Fury. I don't think so."

"You really think she'd do that if you asked her not to? Maybe don't tell her, but she seems like the right person to talk to if you ask me."

Steve thought about it all morning as he lapped Sam on their run, and through breakfast, and while he sat at the mechanics waiting on his bike.

Assuming Natasha was safe to talk to, Steve wondered how much help she'd actually be. He'd barely heard from her since she ran off to find herself a new cover. Hell, he'd spoken to Stark and Banner more than Romanoff. He strongly suspected her cover-finding activities involved a beach and a cold drink somewhere. She'd earned it, after all.

On the other hand, she'd gotten him the original files. She obviously had connections in places he never would. Maybe one call to scope out her position would be good.

"Romanoff."

"It's Steve."

"I know. How's married life with Sam going?" She asked innocently. Steve could hear a computer beeping in the background.
"Very funny. Where are you?"

"You called to get my location?"

"I – No, look I have some questions about that file you got me, but I need it to stay between us."

"I told you to be careful. There are a lot of people in that file you don't want to upset."

"Just tell me if this is going to stay private. I don't want Fury involved."

"Believe it or not, Fury's got bigger fish to fry than your brainwashed friend." When Steve stayed silent she continued. "Look, not only does Fury not give a rats ass about the winter soldier, I wouldn't tell him anything you didn't want me to. Not about this."

"Then what would you say if I told you he was outside my place last night?"
"Fury? I'd call it a crush." Steve snorted.

"I'm serious. I'm not sure it was really him, but it looked like a metal arm to me."

He recounted the events of the evening to her. Natasha listened without comment and was quiet on the other line for a while.

"Look, I know you want Fury out of it, but can I run this by someone else? We've been working some hydra cases lately and this might tie in."

"You think Bucky's still part of hydra?"

"No. We think hydra wants him back on ice to wipe him, and they'd take serious risks to find him. If there is a hydra connection, we could follow it."

"You've been working hydra cases?"

"What, did you think I was sitting on some beach tanning?"

Steve didn't answer that.

New York – Jane Foster Residence

"Son of Coul!"

"Thor, it is good to see you," Coulson put his hand out to shake, but Thor seemed set on a bear hug.
"I'm so happy you could travel here to New York to visit us. Have you come with business?"

"Yes, although I was more interested in catching up with you. Agent Hill sent some paperwork over that we need to go through. Is now good?"

"Yes, yes of course. Here, let us sit at the coffee table. Which I am told is different from a dining table."

"Very different!" Jane insisted from the kitchen. She walked out and shook hands with Coulson. "Agent Coulson, I'm glad you're here. Thor and I were just discussing the best restaurant in town for Peruvian."

"Oh, the Joyful Llama, no doubt. I recommend whatever special they have. The chef is amazing."

"I knew he was a foodie," Jane said, setting water down for both of them. "We've been trying to give Thor a taste of all the different foods Earth has to offer."

"New York is a great city for that."

"I have to get back to the lab, short lunch break and everything. But stop by whenever you want, Coulson. Darcy will be sad she missed you." And she was out the door in a blur of lab books and brown hair.

"Scientists have a way of always looking so busy," Coulson mused.

"I have found it is better to sit in one place and let Jane move around me," Thor advised, "rather than follow her throughout her day. She moves quickly."

Coulson smiled at the idea of an Asgardian prince having to follow any woman around, but that was Thor. He didn't see things like that. And he obviously thought Jane was the bees knees.

Thor poured them both coffee while Coulson laid out some papers on the table and began explaining.

"Agent Hill said you highlighted the peacemaking games. I think that's a great choice."

"I did not want to appear at any event of a serious nature. I felt that would not convey the message I want to send. The games of your realm seemed the best way to show my good will."

"The games are a combination of a few international sports, the highland games most commonly associated with Scotland, and a few other competitions. The United Nations is organizing with a variety of sponsors. They're hoping to create an event similar to the Olympics with the express purpose of promoting cooperation between nations," Coulson was paraphrasing from the paperwork.

Thor nodded. He'd seen the Olympics on the television. Darcy had found recordings for him. She was particularly good at guessing what television programs he would enjoy most.

"We need to brief you on the major political players that will attend. Agent Hill outlined everything you'll need to know about each nation and their representatives." Coulson slid a thick dossier across the table. "I trust your judgment in these situations. I assume these situations were common as a prince of Asgard. With this information you'll be able to decide the best people to shake hands with."

"I appreciate your trust, Agent Coulson. Many here forget that I am a prince and an accomplished leader in my own realm."

"You're a people person. I think you'll go over great with the crowd at the games. It should be fun," Coulson had his sly smile on. "Have you done much travelling since you moved in with Jane?"

"No, unfortunately I haven't had the chance. Agent Hill does not want me going alone and Jane is preoccupied with her research. She cannot be away from it for long. "

"Well, Agent Hill thought it might be helpful for you, as the only representative of Asgard, to travel. And she wanted to show you this," Coulson pulled out another packet. "A list of potential travel guides. People she could hire to take you around Earth, get you exposed to the different cultures we have. I personally think you'd love Australia. Have you ever been surfing?"

"No. "

"Eat much seafood in Asgard?"

"Not that I am aware."

"Well, you'd probably enjoy it. Consider it. Portland is nice this time of year too. You could hit the mountain, try some skiing. Traveling independently could do as much good for your image here as anything else."

"Thank you. I will read this as well." Thor was beginning to feel like a child with homework.

Coulson made a few more food recommendations and small talk, but had to leave to get back to his team.

"I'll be traveling with you during the games. We can tackle all of this then."

"Thank you, Phillip. I look forward to our travels."

Thor looked at the date. Two weeks and a few days away. He wanted to be sure he understood all the complexities of these games and their politics. The unrest was growing in many nations regarding Asgard and their intent.

"A chance to celebrate our unique and wonderful planet and the people who inhabit

it."

The headline across the top of the peacemaking games invitation.

It was made out to Thor Odinson in large black letters. He covered the Odinson with his finger and considered the name Thor by itself for a moment. Thor, son of no one.

Or perhaps, Thor God of Thunder was enough for Earth. His friends here seemed content enough with it. Thor smiled at that.

Somewhere Classified

Hawkeye hated sewers. He hated them and he hated this country. Nothing ever good happened when he took jobs in this country.

He was halfway up the ladder to finish the job and get out of the damn place when his phone rang. He knew the number.

"This better be important."

"I'm always important," Widow said on the other end.

"I'm in a damn sewer. It's a little difficult to talk right now."

"Steve thinks he had a sighting last night. "
"Finally. Where?"
"DC. Outside his place."

"He went back to DC? To Rogers? This isn't making sense."

"What makes less sense is that no one from hydra seems to be in the area. They're still where you are."

"Actually about that," Hawkeye trailed off as he waited for the footsteps above his head to pass. "They mobilized this morning. Hydra is on the move."

"So you think you've got it?"
"We've got enough to go on for now. I'm about to close the deal. I'll call you after."

"Have fun."