"I can't do it!" The little y/c/h child exclaimed, throwing her hands onto her hips. Her father chuckled, and placed a hand onto her shoulder.

"Perhaps you will receive your powers later in life. I got mine when I was, well," he paused, and shrugged his shoulders, "born. But that doesn't matter."

The ten year old frowned, and attempted to kick at the boulder. Again, nothing happened. Well, she did stub her toe. "Agh!" She fell onto her bottom, and gripped her foot. "I just want my powers! I want to be worthy!"

"You will be. I believe in it." Thor told his young daughter. Y/n had not received her powers yet. She wasn't strong, or super fast, and certainly wasn't yet worthy of Mjolnir.

His daughter was charismatic, certainly stubborn, kind-hearted, mischievous (Partly from Loki's teachings.) and beautiful. She looked identical to her mother. Thor always frowned when he thought of her.

Y/n deserved a mother. But Odette left her once she fell ill. She felt she was unfit to care for the growing girl Y/n was.

One rainy Asgardian night, the guards brought baby Y/n to his chambers. Thor, was shocked. He didn't believe it at first, but when he looked into her sparkling eyes, he knew it must be true.

Since then, Y/n has been raised in the lap of luxury.

Odette and Thor had an affair one night, and never spoke again. The couple had gotten far to intoxicated, and woke up beside each other the next morning. Odette had no royal status, and lived in a quaint cottage on the outskirts of Asgard. She lived far from the bustling city, thinking it was best to raise a child.

Thor never knew how she died. He just knew he would protect his daughter with every last fiber of his being, and he stayed true to that.

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Years and years had gone by. Y/n showed no signs of gaining powers, and Thor began getting nervous. "What happens if she never gains powers? What will I do!?" Thor exclaimed to his mother.

Unknowingly, Y/n lay hidden behind the cracked door. Loki sat down beside her, watching his niece with a proud smirk. "Ease dropping?" He asked slyly, but also quite loudly. Y/n shushed him, and slapped a hand to his mouth.

Tomorrow was Y/n's ninety seventh birthday, in Asgardian years, of course. She would not have Loki ruin it for her by getting cause dropping the ease—or whatever he called it.

"We will protect her. If you are still having those ideas of sending her to Earth—"

"Mother, she has no powers. If Asgard gets overrun, they will go for her. She is weak." Thor argued, running a hand through his long hair.

Y/n let out a sigh. He, unfortunately, was not wrong. She had tried all her life to be stronger, fight harder, be better. Although she did not prevail. She knew her father was disappointed with her, but he ceased to show it. But Earth?! It was so far away, Y/n had only heard stories of Earth. She knew the Avengers. Her father told her about a Tony Stark, and a hulk. As well as a Natasha, and a Steve Rodgers, and a Hawkeye.

She looked over at her Uncle, who was frowning, and listening closely to the conversation at hand.

"You are her father. I cannot make decisions for you. But just know, she will never reach her full potential without a parent."

"What potential? I love her, but she will bring us no benefit—"

I couldn't bear to listen to the rest. I had gotten up from my spot on the floor, and ran to my room. Was it true? Was I as worthless he spoke of me as? Maybe I was better off on Earth.

I collapsed on to my bed, and held onto the necklace wrapped around my neck. A silver heart locket from my mother. Father told me it was buried in my palm when he obtained me.

It made me smile, it was like a piece of her with me everywhere I went.

I really could've used her right now. I could've used her a lot. But Grandmother stepped in and helped me. Grandmother and Uncle Loki were my favorite other than Father.

Uncle Loki brought me food, and made jokes. He kept me entertained. Grandmother was comforting. She helped me learn things about being a girl. She as well made for an amazing shopping buddy.

After a few moments more, I heard a knock upon my door. "Yes?" I asked, sniffing as quiet as I could.

"It's me." Father's voice rang out, his tone quieter than usual. I didn't respond. If I could choose, I wouldn't see him again. Something about what he said angered me, even if it could be true.

"Come in." I finally spoke, the awkward quiet cracking me. Father opened the door, and shot me a charming smile. He walked across my room, and sat on the end of my bed.

"Loki told me you.. Loki told me you heard what I said. It wasn't true. I exaggerated. You do have potential." He spoke softly, placing a hand on my leg.

"What about taking me to Earth?" I asked, pulling my legs up to meet my chest, his hand falling off of them.

He sighed, and looked down. "That wasn't an exaggeration. I'm considering it, Y/n. I would prefer you to live with—"

"So you'd really do it? Send me away?" I spat, my voice growing more agitated. He shook his head slowly, and sighed once more.

"Enough sighing, answer my question!" I yelled out, standing up from my bed. I wasn't mad. I don't normally get mad. I was frustrated. I was hurt.

"No.." He scoffed, but his eyes refused to meet mine. "Yes." He corrected, his tone appearing more confident. "I wouldn't be sending you away. You would live with a man I deeply respect. He would teach you Earthly things. I just believe you would tend to fit in better there."

"Fine." I answered, sitting back down upon my bed, my arms crossed.

"What? You're not putting up an argument?" Father asked, unconvinced. I scoffed, and rolled my eyes.

"You would send me either way." I added a slight laugh to the end, signaling to Father I wasn't as mad anymore.

I didn't have very many friends. Father kept me in the palace almost my entire life. When I did get the chance although, I made loads of friends. None of them ever really stuck around, though.

"I kept cutting you off, who would I be staying with? An Avenger?" I asked, my arms uncrossing, and a pillow now placed in my lap.

Father nodded. "Yes, a man I deeply respect. His name is Tony Stark."

A/N

Okay, just to clear things up, Y/n is getting left at Starks after Iron Man 3, BUT before Captain America, the Winter Soldier.