A Strange Story

A strange thing happens to the not-so-quiet town of New York City. It all starts when the Stark Twins are kidnapped right from their parents' and The Avenger's grasps, going to who knows where. And now, there's going to be Hades to pay for whoever did this.

**rated yellow due to some mild language and violence**

The authors don't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchises that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the authors. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


5. Alastair Thorson


"Daddy!" I screamed, running to him as Uncle Hulk took care of my personal creeper. 

"Ammie, are you okay? Did he touch you? Hurt you? Say ANYTHING to you?!" Dad demanded, checking over my face, neck, and arms for any abrasions. 

"He touched me. Choked me. He..." I was hyperventilating and then I was sobbing all over my dad. 

What is wrong with me?! Wait... I was drugged. Right. 

"He what?!" Daddy roared, making me cry even more. 

Mom was running up behind us, crying. "ANTHONY!" She screamed. 

Dad turned around slightly, looking at Mom's distressed and anxious face. She had used his full name. Something she never did unless it was very important. I was trying to breath again. And then something grabbed me from behind and I was clutching Dad's arms, being pulled backwards. 

"DADDY!!!" I screamed just as Mom screamed my name in terror, her entire body igniting into flames, as she literally flew passed us and attacked whatever was behind me. 

Daddy grabbed me and was able to wrestle me out of the grip of my attacker. 

I turned around and screamed. It was the same guy that was in my room. 

I put on the Mark XXVII (finally, I was completely covered by SOMETHING!) and blasted him with the pulsar rays on my feet. He flew backwards and landed in my mother's angry embrace. 

"What do you want with my daughters?!" She hissed at him, pressing her hands against his neck, using the Extermis in her system to burn his skin. 

He cackled. And looked at me. 

Then I felt it. Like I was on fire; my neck was burning. 

I was screaming again. Daddy was looking at me, confused. 

"STOP! MOM! STOP!" I screamed weakly at her as she continued to burn his skin--my skin. 

She looked at me, shocked. 

The man was smirking at me. Like he knew that would happen. 

"How did you know that would happen to me?" I whimpered, holding my neck tenderly. 

"I told you once, love. We're soul mates. There's a strong bond between us." He said with a wink of his brilliant blue eyes. Errr... Eye. 

I glared at his pale skin with hatred. He was right. We were soul mates. He laughed at me, and his strong arms were suddenly around my waist, pulling me away from my father. 

"Daddy!" I moaned, reaching for him, he tried to grab me, but was unsuccessful. 

"UNCLE BRUCE! UNCLE STEVE! UNCLE CLINT!" I screamed, no avail. They were too busy fighting off an army of soldiers fighting for my creeper. "UNCLE HAPPY!!!"

Uncle Happy saw me, drew his gun and was readying himself to fire at my captor. But he was soon overtaken by a mob of ten out of this world soldiers!

"UNCLE HAPPY!!" I screamed again. Nobody was going to be able to help me. But where was Emma?!

Mister Dark Hair looked at me and said, "Come now, love. I'm not going to harm you."

Easy for him to say. HE hadn't been choked a few minutes ago by the same person promising safety.

I glared at him and said, "Let me go!"

He laughed at me. Laughed. 

"You won't win. I have friends!" I snapped at him. 

"The Avengers? Yes. We know of them. And their pitiful children." He said with an I-Don't-Give-A-Crap air. 

I slapped him across the face. Hard. He flinched. 

"And this is why I like you. You've got fire!" He announced to me with a creepy, child-eating grin. 

"You want to see fire?! I'll give you some!!" I yelled, activating my Extermis and tried to burn him with my eyes. 

It did absolutely NOTHING! 

"Love, you can't hurt me. We are soul mates. The only way to hurt your soul mate is to do an act of unfaithfulness." He smirked. 

I glared at him. I wouldn't be able to do that. I'm a faithful person, but to WHO I'm faithful to is a different story. It's not this guy. Never WILL be. 

He ran a hand through his short dark brown hair and smiled at me. This shocked me. I hadn't been expecting him to act nice to me. After all, he just came barging into my post-operation hospital room and kidnapped me from my parents and twin. 

"Shall we introduce ourselves to each other properly? Hello, angel, I am Alastair Thorson."

That explains the stupidly attractive accent and the inhuman abilities. 

I glared at him, but obliged with a plan. "Hello, Alastair Thorson, I am Amelia Stark, faithful fiancé to my longtime boyfriend; Pietro."

He glared at me and said sinisterly, "We'll see about that."

"Also, if you're Uncle Thor's kid, how come I've never seen you around the Tower? Or with Aunt Jane and Uncle Thor?" 

"I was raised on Asgard as the Future King." He growled to me. 

Wow. Someone peed in his Cheerios this morning. Oh, wait. That was me. 

"Oh. Sucks to be you then."

He slapped me across the face. And I felt the sting of it shooting through my body like electricity. Hmmm... Was that an act of unfaithfulness on his part then? And since I know that I'm not really in a relationship with Quicksilver, does this mean that I really AM his freaking soul mate?! No. Freaking. Way! It's not gonna happen!!

"How DARE you?!" I screamed at him. 

And that's when I realised that I was no longer on Earth. I looked around me, I was in a brilliant, golden dome. And a tall, dark skinned, muscular man was standing in from of us with a quirked eyebrow. 

"Has my brother returned with his bride?" Alastair demanded of the man. 

"Yes, my Prince. He has." The man said calmly, expertly hiding his rage at this incompetent fool holding me against my will. 

And his name and an old memory of him finally shot to the center of my thoughts. "You're Heimdall, aren't you?!" I asked excitedly. 

He inclined his head and said, "That I am, young maiden."

I grinned and jumped out of Creep's arms and ran to him and threw my arms around his neck. "HEIMMY!!" I cried, holding him tightly. 

He pulled out of my grasp fairly easily. "My name is Heimdall, ma'am."

"It never was to me! Don't you remember me? It's Ammie! Ammie Stark! Do you remember when Uncle Thor used to bring me and my twin sister Emma to Asgard when it was his turn to babysit? He'd let us play with you sometimes! We used to have soooo much fun together!!" I said with a huge smile. 

He thawed after that and pulled me into a hug. "Ammie, how could I ever forget the two of you? I've watched you grow up from close and afar."

"I know!" I preened like a peacock with my insightful knowledge. 

He laughed loudly. "You should be proud to know that young Emma did the same thing you did to her...soul mate and me."

"D--N right I am! These stupid "gods" think they can man-handle us without repercussions?! I DON'T THINK SO! Dad and our uncles taught us everything we know! WAIT! Did you say that Emma was here?!" 

And then I was being picked up and forced to leave Heimdall. 

This guy is going to need to learn some manners sooner or later. And I pick sooner. 

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