Tony held the blood up and saw just how different her blood was. Where most peoples was a dark red hers was bright, with tints of orange to it.

"Can I go now, your doing science type things." Tony looked over at her and nodded.

"Send Taylor down, you said she could help." Kim got out of the chair and held her arm to her body as she left, trembling slightly.

"Will do Stark, and you, Loki, are apologising to my daughter." Loki hadn't been scared for anything so small as a human in a while, but then Kimberly grabbed his hand in a vice like grip and glared at him. He complied and went with her.

When they got to the floor that Taylor had returned to she let go of Loki and kicked him towards her daughter who was pacing the hallway.

"Mom! You're okay." Kimberly nodded and then glanced at Loki who caught her eyes and then at Taylor who was pulling at a strand of her hair.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you Taylor." The young adult looked at him surprised as he sighed.

"Stark wants you downstairs, see if you can help with the blood." Taylor nodded and walked towards the lift which dinged open revealing a still sore Thor. She felt bad but also marginally proud at having hurt the god as she walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a mug. "You guys want a coffee?" She asked as she turned around and saw Thor reaching for a mug as well. She ducked under his arm and grabbed the coffee, putting her on the opposite side to the kettle.

"Kim, your father's on the television again."

"Oh for gods sake- Thor can you flick the kettle on?- what's it saying now?" Kimberly asked as she walked around the counter tops and towards the sofa leaning over just behind Loki.

"Kimberly Foster, please for the sake of those in all of Manhattan, go to meet him." It was the same woman that had been on earlier, or at least that's what they thought. She had visibly aged, instead of looking like the 20 something she had been in the first one she now looked as though she were 50. Kim sighed as she stared at the telly, watching the woman age on screen.

"So that's what it does, well that explains why they want me." Kim turned to look at Thor, her eyes drawn by him muttering.

"Kettle, kettle." She sighed and walked over and flicked the kettle on. Thor smiled at her as he put his mug down next to the kettle.

"Kimberly, you say you've been around for over 2 thousand years, how are you so up to date with technology?" Loki asked as he glanced at her over the sofa, he was still struggling with grasping things. Kim laughed lightly as the kettle boiled and she poured her's and Thor's coffee.

"I had it easy, things changed around me. It wasn't like you, it wasn't sudden." She said as she walked over and sat down opposite the Asgardians. She tried not to look at the television, she knew that they were trying to do something about it, but the temptation to walk out of there with no plan was almost too much. She pulled her thoughts from the path they were taking and looked at the picture of her father on the telly.

"Guys, didn't he have green eyes when we saw him?" She asked, turning to Loki and Thor. Loki nodded, he had seen him before the fight so he would know. Thor shrugged, though he nodded slightly. "Okay, next question, is it just me or are his eyes brown in the picture?" Loki and Thor looked closer at the slightly pixilated image on the screen.

"Now that you mention it-"

"They do appear to be brown."

"That's what I thought- oh. Oh." Kimberly suddenly stood up, after putting her coffee down, and disappeared into her room. She came back with a small note book and pen placed behind her ear. The 2 Asgardians watched her curiously. "What?" She sat back down and took the pen from behind her ear. Her hand moved right to left before she cursed and ripped the page out. "English Kim, no one else speaks Arabic." She gently hit the heel of her hand against her head and started writing the other way. She raised the back of her hand so that she didn't smudge as she wrote. It was futile.

"What are you writing?" Loki leant forward and tried to read over her shoulder. She raised a hand and flicked him on the nose, not even looking up from the paper. Loki leant back and glared at her before turning to the television.

"I need to see Stark." She stood up, stuck the pen back behind her ear, and grabbed her coffee taking a sip.

"He's busy trying to -"

"This could help. I figured something out." She turned and started towards the lift. Loki let it drop when he realised that if she was going to Stark he would find out later.

"Why did you hit me?" Kim looked over at Loki and raised and eyebrow before her green eyes widened.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I was- thinking. My brain too fast to talk, you were distracting me. Sorry." The lift door closed between them and Loki turned to look at his brother who was sipping his coffee with a smug grin on his face.

"Did she hurt you brother?" Loki sat down and crossed his legs, trying not to show the anger he felt towards his brother. He sighed and looked at the television, at the man that was Kimberly's father, and wondered how long until he could throttle his brother and have it only class as sibling rivalry.

"No she didn't." Thor laughed and put his mug down.

"I never said physically, brother."

"Well, she didn't do that either."

"Pride maybe?" Thor smiled at him.

"Yes, lets bait the only person in this room who has got close enough to destroying the world that they actually realised it was a bad idea. Shall we? Yes. Lets poke the god with inferiority issues and make him feel more so."

"Definitely pride." Loki stood up and started towards the lift when it dinged open, revealing Taylor and Kimberly.

"You 2 weren't fighting were you?" Taylor asked as she walked out past Loki, smiling at Thor.

"They better not have been, I'm not sure Stark can afford to remodel again. Get suited and booted, we're leaving." Kim walked into her room and pulled on her hoodie.

"Tony has a plan."