"Alright Jenna, what do you say for a little side trip?" Peter yells out from the front of the ship, Jenna's head poking out from the current section she was repairing, quirking an eyebrow at her brother who rarely asked for her opinion. 

"Where exactly are we going?" Jenna asks, crawling out of her space and grabbing one of Peter's various t-shirts to wipe the dirt and oil off her hands. "If it's after that thing Yondu, I'm going to have to take a hard pass, Pete. You know he'll kill you." 

"Why just me?" 

"Because we both know I'm his favorite," Jenna states, grinning from ear to ear as Peter lets out a squawk of disbelief. The grin fades though as she sees the look of determination on her brother's face, already knowing that it was going to take a lot more than just her threat of Yondu to convince Peter off his current path. "Pete..." 

"Don't 'Pete' me, Jen. We need the credits," Peter says, already punching a location into the guidance of the ship. Jenna lets out a sigh, hands absentmindedly reaching up to the charm on her necklace like she always did when she got nervous. "Usually you're excited for the chance at a big payout." 

"I just have a bad feeling about this one is all, why can't we just go for something simple? Why do you always go after the big ones?" Jenna shoots back, Peter rolling his eyes before flashing his cocky grin at his sister. 

"Because the big ones are always an adventure. Nothing bad is going to happen, alright? And if it does, I promise you won't get thrown into the middle of it. This is my thing, you're just my unwitting co-pilot. Now you better get in your seat, we're about to jump," Peter says, Jenna not wanting a repeat of the last time she'd ignored Peter's warning was quick to listen, sitting in her usual seat to Peter's side and strapping in tight. 

"Do I at least get to pick the music this time?" She asks, Peter letting out a laugh before shaking his head. 

"Not a chance." 

"You know, pacing around the whole damn time isn't going to make them just magically let us go," Jenna grumbles, looking at Jane who hadn't sat down since they'd been escorted to what Jenna could only describe as the Asgardian version of house arrest. Their every move was being watched and they weren't allowed to leave the room, something Jenna hadn't dealt with since she was roughly six years old and had accidentally broken her mother's favorite vase. 

"Why aren't you more worried about this? There's a guy out there after whatever the hell is inside both of us and you're sitting there like it's a regular Sunday afternoon," Jane shoots back, glaring at the blonde who simply lets out a sigh, laying across the couch with a shrug. 

"What's the point in getting worked up over something I can't control? I can't exactly go and demand our bodyguards to let us go, Jane. It's best to just wait this out," Jenna answers, moving her head so she could look out at Asgard. She was getting that weird feeling of nostalgia again, Jenna's vision blurring as it seems to focus on one spot in particular. 

"So this is where you run to hide? Hardly seems fair that you get to skip out on the royal council while the rest of us are forced to listen to your father's speeches," She had said, looking from her spot in the doorway as Thor stood out on the balcony, a grim expression on his features that softened only when his eyes had landed on her.  

"Perks of being the first-born, I suppose." 

"Jenna, are you even listening to me?!" Jane is standing in front of Jenna now, waving a hand frantically with a very annoyed expression on her face. Jenna blinks, the image dissipating and she sits up once more, grimacing at the dull ache in the back of her head now. Before Jenna could get the chance to answer Jane, one of their body guards came in with a tray of food. 

"We aren't hungry," Jane snaps, Jenna unable to help the eye roll this time. Jenna gets ready to protest, but by the time she'd opened her mouth to reply both of the guards were on the ground with a strange woman standing above them. 

"Good, it's time for the pair of you to leave," She says, her gaze moving from Jane to Jenna who was moving off the couch. The hardened expression on the woman's face softens ever so slightly when she looks at Jenna, leaving the blonde woman more than a little confused. 

"Where are we going?" Jane asks, suddenly seeming reluctant to go which almost makes Jenna laugh but now wasn't the time. She could already tell they didn't have much time, deciding against waiting for Jane to go along with the plan and just grabbing the other woman's arm. Jane starts to protest, but after another pointed look from Jenna quickly shut up and followed them. It took only a few moments for them to meet up with Thor who was accompanied by someone she could've sworn she'd seen in the prisons. His blue-green eyes are locked on her, once again holding an emotion that Jenna didn't understand and his lips forming as if to say a name that would mean nothing to her. 

She didn't know any of these people, so why did they always look at her as if they were seeing a ghost?

Jenna was so busy trying to get her train of thought together she didn't even get to witness Jane hitting the man, her own eyes widening and a small gasp escaping her lips as she did not see why that was necessary. 

"I like her," He says, a grin on his face as he looks at Thor who looked less than amused. 

"We don't have much time, Heimdall can only distract Father for so long," Thor grumbles, already heading out of the room with the party following closely behind. 

"And how exactly do you plan to escape?" Jenna finds herself asking as they enter the grand hall. Her eyes fall onto the fallen ship in the middle of it, a knowing look on her face as she realizes that this is their escape vehicle.

Question was, could any of them fly it?