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.**


8. Escape Plan Alpha

~Tony Stark~

"THOR!!!!" I roared as I made my way outside the TriCarrier to where my brother for all intents and purposes had just appeared.

"Bro! Wassup?" he said with a smile to me.

I decided I wasn't about to deal with him with words. I powered up my nanites and chose the newest model I had made. I charged at him and shot at him with my pulsar rays. He was pushed back and he gasped in surprise.

"Dude! What's the matter?" He was oblivious.


I felt a new presence behind me, it was Natasha. "Thor, you either give us the information on these two young men named Alastair and Allen or I will personally extract it from you. Norse god or not." She said calmly...scarily calmly.

"Those are the names of the Princes of Asgard!" he said, looking extremely ticked off, reverting back to his native language.

"Your kids?!" I demanded.

He flinched at my tone of voice and the pain and anger in it.

"That would indeed be them." he admitted.

I flew at him and pinned him to the ground, cursing him and his wife along with his children. Then, something amazing happened; a huge hole was made behind me caused by an explosion. And out walked the hottest woman in the world...literally...Pepper was on fire and she pushed me out of the way to get to Thor.

Thor was petrified with fear.

"Did you say that your boys are the ones that took my baby girls?" She growled lowly.

Thor winced and nodded silently, looking up at Pepper in fear and then blanching when he saw the shadow of one very large, very smart, and very angry godfather behind her.




"Hurry up, Ems!" I hissed at my sister as I dragged her through the castle we once explored as children.

"But I'm wearing heels!"

"Take them off and carry them! We need to get a move on!"

"Says the one in the Asgardian dress!" she snapped, but complied with my directions.

"I didn't exactly have the best options at my disposal, now did I?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Alright, my shoes are off, now what?"

"We run until we find somewhere for us to change our clothes and hide the clothes we discard."

"How are we going to do that?!"

I started running and said, "Trust me. Frigga's old room still has some clothes in there. We'll go there and change, then we have to find a way to the stables and grab a horse and then we'll take the Loki way to Midgard."

"Why are you talking like them?"

"If we are going to disguise ourselves as Asgardians, we need to be able to play the part."

"Aye, sister." She mocked me.

"We're almost there! Speed up and keep close."

We were only half a corridor away from Frigga's old room, step two in our escape plan, when I heard an explosion behind us and the floor started to shake. I forgave any ideas of subtlety and pulled Emma down the hall to our destination. The explosion was too far away for them to know where we were, but that did not lessen the danger we were in.

We made it there in under five minutes and I was searching through all of the late Queen's beautiful dresses, shoes, makeup, and head pieces almost immediately. I picked a light pale pink for Emma and some silver eye shadow and ignored the shoes, but grabbed a cross-body bag to put her clothes and shoes in. My borrowed dress could easily be concealed within the massive amount of clothing in this closet.

While Emma was getting dressed and applying her makeup, I was stripping out of my dress and grabbing a pale baby blue dress with long flowing sleeves to replace it, concealing my bandaged arm and then put on with the help of my sister, a shimmery pink eye shadow and we both wore the same blue lipstick.

Emma pulled my hair out of its usual ponytail and shoved my hair into some weird contraption that looked sort of like a mix of a headband and a ribbon, she then put a similar one in her own hair.

I hated to admit it, but I felt pretty and I looked good too!

"Okay, Emma, put your clothes and shoes in here and carry it, we aren't wearing any shoes and its time to get to the stables. We'll take the servant's exit, nobody would expect us to know about them and if they find us, we don't look anything like ourselves. Pick an Asgardian name for us both and tell me when you've got it all figured out."

No sooner had I spoken then she had said, "You are Lorelei and I'll be Aesir."

"Wow... Why'd I get such a girly name?" I whined.

Emma smirked at me and said triumphantly, "We're trying to keep away from our original selves, are we not?"


"There's my good girl." She teased me.

"Shut up."

"Do you, sister dearest, know the way out of this disgustingly dank tunnel?" Emma said with a fake Asgardian accent, a very spot-on accent at that.

"Aye, keep to me, sister dear and we'll be out of here quicker than you can say 'Bilgschnipe'."

It took almost ten minutes to get out of the Servant's Exit and then we were home free, we exited about one hundred yards away from the stables and we were almost home free! We walked calmly and serenely, as the women here on Asgard do, to the stables. Luckily, there was no one around and I was able to acquire us a beautiful chestnut brown mare to ride on. I didn't saddle her, I just put the reins and bit on her and we were ready, I jumped on the horse after Emma did, she was better and more experienced with horses than I was and she had us going towards a beautifully green hill, and I mean straight towards it.

Just as it looked like we were about to slam  right into the hill, we went through some portal and appeared in a similar area to the one we had just left.

"Jarvis?" I called out, forming a Bluetooth like object on my right ear.

"Yes, Miss Amelia?" Jarvis's voice came across loud and clear.

I sighed and smiled with happiness. "What is our location? And what is the distance between us and our parents?"

"You are in Middle Town, Ohio. Your parents are on S.H.I.E.L.D. TriCarrier in Richmond, Indiana searching everywhere for a portal to get to you and your sister. Shall I inform them of your whereabouts?"

"Thanks, buddy. Yes, tell them. But also tell them that we are on our way to them. We are on a brown horse wearing awful Asgardian garb and we look like a Renaissance Fair." I said dryly.

"For you, miss, anything." He snidely answered.

"Cut the sarcasm, Jarvis, I've had a bad enough day as it is."

"Of course, how could I have been so insensitive to you?"

"That's what I'd like to know..." I muttered.

"What's going on?" Emma demanded.

"We're somewhere in Ohio, Mom and Dad are in Indiana, and Jarvis is being a crap as per usual. They have been notified and are on their way to us as we are to them. Get ready, there's going to be a lot of fun when we get back home."



~Nick Fury~


"SHUT UP!" Stark yelled.

"What could be more important than us trying to find your daughters?" I snapped and raised an eyebrow.

"Jarvis, you're on speaker tell everyone what you just told me."

"Miss Amelia and Miss Emma are back on Earth in Middle Town, Ohio. They are upon a brown horse and are making their way to you now. They also, and I am quoting the eloquent Amelia Stark, 'wearing awful Asgardian garb and look like a Renaissance Fair.'." The empty bodied voice of the AI Butler said with a hint of sarcasm.

I'll never be able to understand how Stark was able to make such a human-esque AI and one with an attitude to boot.

"Get their coordinates and head at top speed to them. NOW!" I ordered my pilots, they jumped and did what I ordered them to do.

"Anything else?" I asked the thin air.

"Nothing else has been given to me to report to you, Director Fury." the AI said again.

I ignored the chills I had running down my spine by this AI as I always do when it speaks near me.


"Hurry up and get to my kids." was all he said.

I nodded my head in understanding and turned to look at our..."prisoner of war" as Stark had said. Thor looked absolutely horrible and I can't say that I blame him, especially after the living H-ll that he just went through with Pepper Potts and Dr. Banner's Alter Ego and what they had done to him. I certainly do not want to be in his shoes.

"Sir?" A young officer called out to me, an hour later.

I went over to his station and leaned on the back of his chair. "Speak to me."

"We have three life signs on the radar and on the camera screen."

"And?!" I snapped.

"They look like princesses from the past...from the medieval days. Almost Asgardian."

"How far out are we? And can they see us?" I demanded.

"About a half mile, Sir, and no, they cannot see us, the reflectors are still on."

"Take them down and put me on speaker outside as soon as we are a fourth mile out."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're on now, Sir." he said two minutes later.

"Starks! This is Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. We come in peace. We are here to pick you up." I said to them.

"Thanks, Professor Eye Patch!" they retorted together at the same time.

I growled and waved my hand across my neck, signaling the officer to cut the feed. "STARK!! WE'VE GOT THEM!" I called out.

"MY BABIES!!!" came the shrill cries of Pepper and Natasha, instantly they were out on deck, Stark with them as they eagerly awaited our landing and their long awaited reuniting with their beloved girls.  

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