Little Stark (A Tony Stark Daughter Fan fiction)

Chapter 3

Glass shattered as it impacted on the ground. "What the hell..." Monica murmured at the strange group of four in the window.

"My friends!" Thor exclaimed, racing forward to greet them.

"I don't believe it..." Eric muttered in shock as he and the three girls stared at the four midievil dressed people in shock.

"Who are they?" Darcy whimpered slightly, looking at Monica and Jane.

"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Surely you've heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?" Volstagg glanced at his beer belly.

"My friends, I've never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come." Thor told them, a look of sorrow on his face. 

"I told Coulson so."

The blonde man named Fandral spoke up with a proud grin. "We're here to take you home."

Monica glanced at Jane, who had a look of slight broken heartedness. "You know I can't. My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile."

The other Asgardians exchange puzzled looks before the woman named Sif spoke up. "Thor, your father still lives."

Monica heard a beep on her earpiece. "Agent Stark, we need you to report, sending you the coordinates now."

Monica nodded. "Stark here, I rodger. Is that the right word, Coulson I think you should teach me spy slang."

"Monica, just get here, out." Coulson told her, fatigue weighing on him.

She looked at Darcy and gave her a smile. "Don't tell anybody got it?"

"Anybody what?" Darcy asked, the group following Monica out of the building. She threw her briefcase on the ground and stepped on it, letting it assemble around her. "Holy shit!" Darcy shouted with glee as she saw the armour cover Monica.

"Catch you later Darc, work calls." She announced before flying off towards the coordinates, only by then the rainbow bridge had opened again. Monica's suit was jerked into the bridge and tossed about until she started going up. "No, no no no no no! Not good, definitely not good, take me back!" Monica screamed in terror before she found herself flying forward and right into a man dressed in green with a golden helmet and staff. There was a second man who was frozen solid at the doorway.

The first man let out a noise of shock as he wrapped his arms around monica and stabilized them. She stepped back and got on the defense. "Where am I? Who are you?"

"I am King Loki L-Odinson, how dare you?" He asked, infuriated by the strange being.

"Yeah? Well I am Agent Monica Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, billionaire and third generation genius and I don't like being kidnapped!" Monica yelled back at the prince. "Now- wait, did you say Loki? As in the God of Mischief and Lies, Odin's second son and brother of Thor? I met your brother by the way, nice guy, he's really chilled out the past few days." She rambled before clicking her mask back so only her neck down was armoured.

"You're friends with Thor?" Loki asked.

"Blonde Alien Giant? Yeah, we go back three days. He tried to steal a hammer we found, but couldn't pick it up." She informed Loki with a bright grin.

Loki furrowed his eyes at the strange girl and motion for her to move forward. Eagerly, she did so. He touched her forhead and knocked her out, putting her on his horse as he rode back to the castle. Such a strange little thing, he mused. Once he got into the castle he looked down at her as he tried to decide what he wanted to do. "Take her to the guest room near mine." He ordered the gaurds, handing her off to them before heading to the throne room to control the Destroyer.