The Experimental Avenger

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven- Pop Tart Party

Apparently Bruce Banner was too busy helping people with rare diseases to spend time with a kid. He didn't want me to get sick either. Don't get me wrong, it was a great thing to be doing, I just wanted to be able to say that I'd met the Incredible Hulk and maybe learned a few anger management tips. Natasha and Clint were out on missions along with Steve. I had already spent a day with Tony, so there was only one person left to try. And that person lived very far away, or so we thought.

SHIELD contacted Jane Foster to see if she had been in contact with the god of thunder since the events in England. No one knew that he was currently living with her though. He apparently didn't want the throne of Asgard anymore and we had better quality coffee anyways. Who knew the god of Thunder would like starbucks?

I had studied up on him as much as I could. Thor would probably understand my powers, so I wanted to be with him as soon as possible. My abilities came from him, so I was sure he could help me control them.

Once again Agent Ward had to accompany me. I didn't know why the Avengers were kept away from Phil, but I was sure Commander Fury had his reasons. He wasn't the most fun escort, but it beat Agent May. She was like the female version of Spock.

"Miss Foster, this is Kimberly. She-" I cut him off. I hated the way how he made me sound like an object instead of a person.

"I'm Thor's daughter. I'm related to him through an experiment at SHIELD." At that moment Thor walked into the room carrying a box of cookies and cream pop tarts. "Woah, I love those! Can I have one?"

"Of course young maiden. Jane, are these friends of yours?" He handed me a silvery package that I happily opened, then he and turned to address Jane. His accent was what here on earth would be described as Australian.

"No Thor. I'm actually your daughter." I smiled awkwardly up at the god of thunder. He just gave me food and instead of 'thank you' he got told something like that.

"But that's not possible. No one in Midguard has been in my b-" His face was one of confusion and I could sense what he was going to say next. I explained before things got really awkward.

"I'm an experiment. I'm not really a person." No matter how many times I said it, it still stung. "The DNA samples you gave to SHIELD were made into me." I gestured to myself and Thor's face shifted through several different emotions. I awkwardly bit of a piece of pop tart and I had a good feeling that 'awkward' was the only good adjective for my current situation.

The silver package of cheap pastry dropped to the floor when Thor picked me up and spun me around. I almost choked on my pop tart. He lifted me about a foot off the ground as easily as I lifted a small dog.

"What wonderful news this is! There is so much I want to show you!" He set me down and knelt down to be at my eye level. He rested one hand on my shoulder as he spoke. "I can show you the kingdom of Asguard and teach you of the realms!" Well someone was excited. I didn't know what I had expected, but this wasn't it.

"Agent Ward, I think you can go now." I turned over my shoulder to dismiss Grant. He acknowledged me with a tilt of his head and walked out the door of the apartment. I turned back to Thor and he gripped my hands between his.

"Kimberly, I am your father. You may address me as such. Now, I believe we-" He stopped and he looked concerned. "Your hands are so cold. They are like my brother's hands were." His words confused me.

"What? Were?" I had seen Loki, we had talked. I had felt his cold touch and endured his icy stare.

"My brother is now dead. He was killed while helping Jane and I defeat the dark elf king, Malekith." I had never seen so much sadness in a person's eyes over someone that other people disliked so strongly. They might not have been brothers by blood, but I could see just how much Thor really cared about Loki.

I didn't think about any consequences when I immediately responded, "But Loki came to see me. He showed me this." I placed my hand in front of me and let the blue pigment overtake my fingers. Thor and Jane both gasped and as Jane reached out to touch me, Thor snatched her hand away.

"Do not touch her now. She will burn you. What do you mean my brother came to see you? I watched him die in Svartalfheim." I couldn't deny my senses. I had been with Loki.

"I was with him! I saw him through the mirror and then he was next to me. He showed me how to use ice. Something he called 'higher talents'." I held out my hands and a small, perfect flower of frost formed in my palm. It was beautiful.

I gently held the rose between my fingers. I felt pain and watched as the glass-like flower fell to the floor and shattered. Thorns had sprung from the stem and my two fingers had drops of blood already starting to leak from puncture wounds and down the indentions that lined my hands. That wasn't what hurt though.

The stab of the rose was what had caused me to drop it, but the ice breaking into hundreds of tiny pieces was what hurt the most. Loki had warned me about this before. A small cry of pain escaped my lips and I quickly formed thin gloves of frost around my hands before returning them to their normal color.

"Woah! Thor can you do that too? Cause I thought you were just like the god of thunder and all that." A girl with dark wavy hair covered in a beanie and black hipster glasses entered the room. I bent down to retrieve my pop tarts and quickly shoved half of one into my mouth to avoid having to speak.

"Darcy, this is Kimberly and she is my daughter." I once again smiled awkwardly up at Thor. I made sure to keep my mouth shut, though. I was pretty sure it was rude to chew with your mouth open in every realm.

"You have kids? Oh, pop tarts!" Darcy reached down and took the other remaining pop tart out of my package. This group of people really liked these things. Not that I was complaining as long as I could get more.

"So what all is going on here?" Darcy asked with her mouth full. That was attractive...

"I get to hang out with you guys for twenty four hours." I shrugged and swallowed the last of my poptart.

"This is wonderful news! We can discuss my brother and the realms as soon as we properly care for your hand." Thor began to lead me towards what I assumed the kitchen.

"No, it's alright. I can take care of it." I let the sparks I had captured the day before with Tony fly over my hands. When they retreated my fingertips were fine. The small streaks of blood had disappeared as well. The lines on my hands had seemed to become thinner, like they were healing. I supposed that was a good thing.

"You have my love of lightning I see. How do you generate it?" I liked that the sparks were a thing that Thor and I both found interesting. He was intimidating at first, but seeing how quickly he had accepted that I was his daughter, more or less, and then wanted to make sure my hand was okay, I got the feeling he was more of a teddy bear. A large, Australian accented, blonde, godly teddy bear.

"I can like, contain it, and it stays in me. I can redirect large amounts, but that's about it. I can't summon it from the sky or anything, that's what you do. I just absorb it." I held out my hand and allowed the electricity to return. Thor reached out and the sparks jumped to his hand.

"That's amazing!" Jane went to touch the little spots of light as well, but stopped. "Will it hurt me?" Jane was cautious, which I understood.

"I don't think so it's probably just like intense static electricity." The sparks retreated back into me and I studied my hand.

"Hmm, there is something else I want to see. Wait here." Thor left and then swiftly returned with the weapon he had used in New York. He set the hammer on the floor.

"It's meyeh meyeh!" Darcy seemed excited. She had seemed to completely ignore the whole electricity thing as she managed to eat the remainder of the box Thor had left on the end table from when he picked me up. Now that all the Poptarts were gone, Darcy was happy to take part in the conversation.

Thor looked at me with a solemn seriousness in his eyes.

"Lift it."