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But he quickly grabbed me and flipped me off of him. I then made a sword appear in my hand and I demanded.

"Who are you!?"

"Who I am matters not, for your sacrifice will satisfy my father's will."

"Well news flash pal, I don't go down that easily." The two of us charged once again at each other, our weapons drawn until they clashed with each other.

I'll admit in all my few decades of fighting and centuries of training, never have I come so close to an opponent who came close to beating me. I leapt over him ready to try and decapitate him, but he used the other end of his staff to jab me in the gut. I was thrown down across the ground and he twirled his staff before instantly stabbing me in the side. I cried out in agony as I took hold of the staff, hoping to try and cease him from driving it any further into me.

He and I glared at each other but I could feel his staff push deeper into my gut. I groaned and bit my tongue to try and hold in my screams of agony.

"For one your age you are a formidable opponent, but you'll die—like any other man." Just before I could feel probably the last thrust that would finally end my life, something suddenly flew towards the cloaked alien and kick him across the field. I felt my vision going in and out as I could hear the sounds of a battle going on and soon a woman with blonde hair came into my vision.

"Hey, hey kid look at me. Stay with me okay?" her voice sounded muffled as she spoke down to me. I nodded telling her that I could hear her. She takes out some sort of towel and pressed it to my side. I hissed and threw my head back in agony. Even with my vision going blurry, I saw another figure standing beside the woman and it was then my world went black.

When I woke up, I found myself in some sort of medical wing. I reached to my side and felt the staff had been taken out of me and all that remained in the spot were bandages that went from my side up to my mid-torso.

"Feeling any better?" oh my....I knew that voice anywhere. I turned and standing there sporting a beard much like my brother Thor and his hair a little more grown out than it once was the last I saw him in action was none other than Steve Rogers, aka Captain America.

"Captain America." I said in awe. The corner of his lip twitched lightly and he said solemnly.

"Once I was, but I don't think I deserve that title anymore."

"You were right to go with what you believed." I told him. He looked up at me and I continued, "Based off what you all have faced these past few years, not every Midgardian can handle what lies beyond your world, only the Avengers can handle that. And if they chained you up like our Asgardian wolves only to be used when and if you needed, billions of your people would have died a meaningless death."

"So you're from Asgard as well?"

"Yeah. In fact you may know my brothers Thor and Loki."

"Your brothers are Thor and Loki?"

"Yeah. Does that surprise you?"

"Not for Thor, but I'm surprised about Loki."

"Well as I'm sure you remember he was adopted by our father Odin. I was born about 400 years after he was brought into our palace. He can be a pain but he does have his moments."

"I would honestly pay to see those moments with my own eyes."

"You and everyone else on Earth probably would." It was then the doors slammed open and there stood Thor.

"Oh (y/n) thank Valhalla you're alright. When Natasha brought you in, I thought you were done for."

"Wow such confidence in my brother." I said sarcastically.