Hello my lovelies! To all my new readers, welcome, to those who have read me before, welcome back! This is Queen of the Skies, my Bella/Thor story, asked for by Lilithcase39girl. I'd also like to thank ImpKitty, who bounced ideas back and forth with me, and gave me a couple of genius ideas. Anywho, I don't own Twilight, Thor, Iron Man, or anything else you recognize. Please review and tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Queen of the Skies

Book 1: Flash of Lightning

Chapter 1: Misconceptions

There have been a lot of misconceptions about me, the largest of which is my name. I am not Isabella Marie Swan, the shy girl that fell in love with a Vampire. My name is Isabella Maria Stark, the only child of the one and only Tony Stark, the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. The Iron Man.

Of course most of the misconceptions about me were understandable; I did purposefully lead people to believe them about me. For a time I did go by the last name Swan, and lived with Charlie Swan, and I did date Edward Cullen, but not out of love for him, but for the love of my friends.

There are many misconceptions about me in the world, and before my true story begins, let me address them.

I have always been an exceptionally well balanced person; my training with Happy since I was old little assured that.

I never lived in Arizona, had never even been there in fact.

I've never been the exceptionally shy type, living with a last name like mine made that impossible, but I had to keep a low profile.

I don't get embarrassed easily, and trust me, if you had walked in on your father in a compromising position with a lady friend as many times as I had, you wouldn't either. And finally…

I've always loved thunderstorms.

The thrill of the thunder, the way the lightning tore across the sky, the delicious cool feeling of the rain on my skin. There was nothing on it really.

It made sense if you think about it, me and him. I fell in love with the storm, and when I lost him, it felt like the color had drained out of existence, had been pulled into the aurora that marked his departure. People assumed it was because of the departure of the man I loved, and they were right, it just wasn't the man they thought it was.

There was one thing, one tiny little detail about me that everyone got right. Or, at least, half right.

My mother's name is Renee Dwyer, and she's won the award for "World's Most Psychopathic Bitch" award for the majority of her life.

Renee and my dad met when they were fifteen, and that, in my father's words, was "The best drunken mistake in his life."

You see, dad and Renee never dated, never got married, in fact, it was the most Tony could do to keep Renee from aborting me, paying her god knows how much, and once he had me, they never saw each other again, had no contact whatsoever, and, from what my dad had found out about her later, our lives were all the better because of it.

There are many misconceptions about me in the world, and I am here to set them straight. But first, let me tell you a few things, so you can get to know the real me.

The day my father was kidnapped

Anthony Edward Stark, my father, was kidnapped at precisely 10:36 in the morning, on June 20th, 2009. I had just arrived in Miami with my best friend Rebecca Sparrow, for a two week vacation together, after three months of being apart. We had rented a hotel room, which had more of an apartment feel, it was so huge, and were both exited to spend time together, just me, Rebecca, and our two security teams. Rebecca's personal bodyguard and head of security was Matt Blake, one of the biggest, burliest men alive.

My Dad however, had taken me into consideration when he hired my constant companion. My bodyguard was Mary Faber, a lithe woman with curly blonde hair, who was ten times scarier than Matt. She was nice, she kept her distance, and was strictly professional, but she was generally kind to me.

I walked into my room, Movers carrying in my stuff, and putting them away for me, according to the very strict orders Pepper had given them. For my dad's PA, she did a lot more than expected of her, including being a mother to me, and giving me the rigid structure that kept my life in order. I fished my laptop out of my bag, and set it on the desk. My laptop was my baby. I had made it myself, and in my opinion, it was perfect in every way.

I opened it up, and JARVIS blossomed to life at once, with a, "Is there anything you require of me, My Lady?" I smiled at that. When I was six, I complained to my dad that JARVIS calling me 'Miss Stark' sounded like a schoolteacher, so, he sat me down in front of one of our computers, and taught me how to reprogram it.

He had to help me out quite a bit, but the deed was done in less than an hour. From then on, JARVIS called me My Lady, and dad, Sir. Dad had JARVIS change Pepper's name too, but that didn't end as well.

It's really very embarrassing when your father starts hiding behind his six year old daughter.

"Call Pepper for me JARVIS." I said, still smiling. After a moment, Pepper picked up, and her face appeared on my screen. A smile lit up her face at once.

"Bella! How are you? Did you have a good flight?" she asked me. My smile grew.

"Hey Pep, I'm good, I slept through most of the flight, so it only felt like a few minutes to me. By the way, how strict were you with those movers you hired, they seem terrified of putting anything even a hair out of place." Pepper laughed.

"Oh, I had Mary handle that."

"Enough said."

Speaking of Mary, she came out of her small, adjoining bedroom, and took her place in a chair nearby, watching the workers intently. Pepper and I chatted for a few more minutes, before hanging up. I called my dad then, and he picked up before the first ring ended.

"Hey Isi, what's up?" he asked brightly. I smiled at him.

"Not much, how did the presentation go?" Tony grinned.

"Knocked 'em out of the park of course." He replied.

"What're you up to now?" He shrugged noncommittally.

"Some tour or some shit like that I think, say, what do you think of the term 'Fun-vee'? I'm thinking of using it to bug Rhodey." He asked me eagerly. I smiled and shook my head at his childishness.

"Make sure you send Uncle Rhodey my love."

"Stark! It's time to go, come on!" Rhodey yelled. Tony rolled his eyes.

"I've gotta go Baby Girl, I'll call you later." I smiled at my father.

"Alright, I love you, have fun on you tour." A seldom seen softness crossed my father's face.

"I love you too Bella." And with that, he hung up.

He never called me back that day, or for many days after that.

The day he called

It had been months since my father's disappearance, and everyone was starting to loose hope that we'd ever find him.

When I'm shaken by intense pain, I shut down. It's like a safety switch. It saves me from my pain, I'm just numb, a shadow.

I hadn't left my room since I found out. Despite everyone trying to get me to relax, to not worry, I just spent my days at my computer, my phone at my side, waiting for a call I was starting to expect would never come.

Sitting, staring at the screen.

Staring at the phone.

Staring out the window.

Staring at the ceiling.

I got up, and started pacing. To the window, to the door, back to the desk. Window, door, desk.

Window.

Door.

Desk.

Empty, numb, I felt like a zombie. I was drowning in myself, in my numbness. If something didn't happen soon, I'd loose myself.

Riingggg!

The day he came home (Cheeseburger first)

It had only been three days since my dad had finally called me, to let me know that he was ok, that he would be coming home soon. He had changed, I could tell. He spoke differently, his tone, his words. He had changed.

Pepper and I were waiting for him, and I was pacing again. The last three days had been never-ending, waiting for my father to come back. but today was the day, the day I'd be able to feel my father's arms around me again, the day I'd be able to tell him I loved him to his face. The day my daddy came home. I felt like a little girl again, the little girl that spent her days glued to her daddy's side, the little girl that -shhhhh!- he had had tea parties with, and had watched Disney princess movies, and had noisily sung along to 'under the sea' together. Despite his protestations and 'tough guy who doesn't give a damn' attitude, my dad was really and old softie, and everyone who was close to him knew it.

The plane had landed, and I was craning my neck, in order to see him as soon as possible. I was rewarded a minute later when he appeared in my line of sight. With an unintelligible yell I ran straight at him, ploughing into him with all my strength. As my father's arms wrapped around me, I felt something cold and metallic pressing into me. I looked up at Tony, letting my confusion cross my face freely. He looked pained.

"There's a lot I haven't told you yet Baby Girl." He said quietly. We arrived at Pepper then, who had remained where she was, and we stopped talking, dad giving me a meaningful look that said he would be explaining everything later. He and Pepper talked for a moment, and we all got into the car. I didn't even ask for the window seat, I had been far enough from my dad for too long, and I wasn't going to leave his side for at least a week.

"Tony, you really need to go to the Hospital." Pepper protested.

"No Pepper, I've had enough doctors poking at me in the last week to last a lifetime. There are three things that I want to do. One, I want an American cheeseburger, two, I want to have a movie marathon with my daughter eating cookie dough and cotton candy, and three," he looked at Pepper then, and she immediately assumed the worst.

"No." she said flatly.

"No, not that! I want you to call a press conference, now, let's go, cheeseburger first."

The day I found out that he was Iron Man

I had seen my dad in a lot of strange positions, and a lot of them I never wanted to see him in again. But this, no matter the fact that I had seen him in stranger, took the cake.

"Are those bullet holes?"

Dad had become quiet since he came home, locked up in the workshop almost constantly, and apparently, I had just found what he had been working on.

"Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing that either of you have caught me doing." Dad said to me and Pepper, the woman who I've considered my mother for the majority of my life. Well, mother and older sister, they're really not that much older than me, Dad and Pepper, teen pregnancy can be a real bitch huh? Well, that only made us closer, if anything. Dad was more like a cool older brother most of the time. He never told me to go to bed, to brush my teeth, to eat my vegetables, nothing.

And that gave so much fuel to the belief that liberal parents create conservative children. I was, quite possibly, the most responsible seventeen year old that the universe has ever seen. Well, there had to be at least one level headed Stark, or else America would have fallen into chaos years ago.

"What the hell have you been doing now?" I exclaim, looking at the gold and red metallic suit that my father had on, the arc reactor keeping him alive exposed. He met my eyes, brown on brown. We looked a lot alike, me and Dad, brown hair, and brown eyes. The only thing I got from my biological mother was her fair skin, and in my opinion, that was too much.

I had met Renee only once, and that was one time too many. She was a cold hearted bitch, saying nasty things about me and Dad, blaming me for her misfortune in life, it was really harsh, and I had spent the next month crying into my pillow because of that encounter.

Worst sweet 16 ever.

"Well, in a nutshell." Dad said. "S.I. is corrupt, has been dealing under the table for years. I'm putting a stop to it." Pepper and I glanced at each other, and sat down on nearby chairs.

"Start explaining, now."

The day that changed it all

My Dad had come out as Iron Man two months ago, and people from his past were crawling out of the woodworks. Some were old 'friends' that wanted his help, but more often, they were old enemies that wanted to do away with the Stark family. My security team had doubled, and Mary slept in the same room as me now. Dad hadn't let anyone get anywhere near me yet, but it had only been a matter of time.

I had gone out shopping with Rebecca. It was one of my favorite things to do, and I wasn't America's fashion icon by wearing sweatpants. We were walking arm in arm, debating whether our bodyguards were secretly dating or not, when it happened.

There was a massive explosion throwing me and Rebecca backward, me into a clothing rack, and Rebecca into one of those industrial mirrors. I didn't know it at the time, but Rebecca hadn't made it, dying on the spot. Mary and Matt were there in a flash, ready to defend me and Rebecca. The men came then, pointing guns at people and looking around the shop. When they found me, Matt and Mary tried to fight, but it was useless, and I saw Mary take a bullet in front of my own eyes.

"Mary!" Matt yelled running to her, taking her into his arms. Huh, looks like Rebecca was right, they were together. But I never got to tell her that.

I wasn't there when Mary died. I never got to say goodbye, to thank her for everything she had done for me. I tried to fight them, I really did, but I was easily overpowered, and knocked out.

When I came to, I was in a warehouse, a warehouse that I wouldn't be in for long, I was confident. The idiots hadn't even frisked me, the watch with the tracking device in it that my dad had given me still there, it was only a matter of time before these morons would taste repulser.

I see your awake, did you have pleasant dreams?" a voice asked. it was tinny and deep, like Darth Vader's, and I looked up to see a man in some crazy cloak that covered his face.

"Err, what the hell?" I asked intelligently. Making to sit up and rub my eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" a deep robotic laugh filled the empty warehouse I apparently was being stored at. Really, couldn't this bad guy at least have some class? Secret lair, you know. No, I get kidnapped by Darth Lamer and get stuck in a waterside warehouse tied to a post. Fun.

"I am Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams." The Jawa answered. Well, at least he's in a chatty mood.

"Anddddddd why am I here?"

"You are Isabella Stark, daughter of the Iron Man. You are here to insure that Iron Man doesn't interfere with my plans. King Dorkacus replied.

"Yeah, I prefer Bella. So, let me get this straight, you told my dad that you have me?"

"Yes, I did."

"And when was that?"

"About an hour ago." I smiled at that.

"Tell you what, Darth Idiot, you let me go now, and I'll make sure that my dad doesn't kill you." Morpheus started laughing at that.

"Hah! You really think that I will let you go, you naïve little…" BOOM! My dad came blasting through a window, and landed right in front of me. His visor lifted, and he winked at me.

"Hey Baby Girl." He said brightly. "You ok?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine, how's your day been?"

"Annoying as hell, you?"

My dad and I got into a big argument that lasted for almost a month then. He started to go insane with my security. And he came, the devil himself in an eyepatch. Nick Fury.

He came and offered a plan. I would leave, go to some remote part of the country, with a new last name and SHEILD agents to guard me 24/7. Dad, who generally despised Fury and SHEILD as a rule, jumped on this plan eagerly, anything to keep his 'Baby Girl' safe. There were several agents in Forks, Washington, and they had established a base under the guise of the local police department. Charles Swan, age 42, was the perfect cover for me. A single divorcee Chief of Police, and one of SHIELD's best undercover agents, and remember my mother, Renee? Turns out she's his ex wife! And according to Pepper, I even look a bit like Charlie. And so, my fate is decided. I'm going to live in this town so stupid it's named after cutlery, with a 'perfect cover' as the chief of police's estranged daughter, after watching the murder of your best friend and bodyguard.

Fuck. My. Life.