This is my very first fic, do go a little easy one me, thanks
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except Heather Pendragon . All other characters belong to MARVEL.
"Brother, it is time to leave." Thor said, looking back at his brother. Loki gave a sigh and followed his brother. They would be leaving for Asgard. Loki had been released from his punishments, since it he had been controlled by the Tesseract when the New York battle happened. He and Thor had been summoned by Nick Fury, to go to Midgard to help in the Avengers Initiative. Loki had been recruited because of his knowledge of magic.
"We are not letting that murderer join the team! Even if his explanation is true, never in your wildest dreams am I going to trust him." Steve said angrily, casting Loki an angry glance. Loki returned his glare with a calm, icy stare. Loki and Thor had ariived on base and Steve was no too pleased, at all that the God had come."Since, we're on the topic of new recruits, I have a particular one." Nick interrupted. At that, I walked out from behind my hiding place. "Um, there's no one there, Nick." Clinton pointed out. I looked down at myself and groaned. "Stupid doctor." I muttered. "Heather! What is going on?" Nick exclaimed. "Stupid doctor said I need blood test because of my talents." I replied, pulling out the metal device the doctor had stuck in my neck. I hissed as a small trickle of blood rolled down my neck. Seven, shocked faces, stared back at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked.
"Fury, you gotta be kidding me. She's a teenager, she'll never survive if there's a battle." Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands up in an attempt to emphasize his point. "Heather, you didn't tell me anything!" Tony said. "I have a life Stark, thanks. And to Frozen over there, I have faced a lot more challenges than you imagine I have." I retorted smugly. "She's right you know." Tony replied. I nodded in agreement. "So what is your power?" Loki asked, arching an eyebrow. "It's powers, Trix." I replied, eyeing Fury, who nodded. Loki's eyes widened at the nickname.
We headed to the training room. I went in alone as the team waited outside. "Wait and see," I snickered. The lights in the room were turned on and soon as they were, the lights flew to my hands. "Amazing," Bruce commented, eyes shining. "Pfft, so what? How is light going to help in a battle?" Steve said, sarcasm dripping off his voice. I glared at him, before forging the light into a bow and an arrow. I stared ahead and shot the arrow. The arrow flew straight ahead and struck the wall and stayed embedded there before I returned the lights to their normal positions. A look of shock crossed Steve's face before he returned to his grim looked. I chuckled before I looked over at Tony. He immediately covered his ears and the team followed suit.
I smiled, glad that they got my message. I gave a small whistle, which to my team sounded like an overly loud and shrill shriek, that shattered the glass. That was the least of it. If I screamed loud enough, I could take down an entire building. "Sorry, Nick." I shrugged. The one-eyed man nodded in understanding. "Quite some talent Miss Heather." Clint agreed as I stepped through the broken window. "Welcome to the team!" Natasha and Thor said simultaneously. I smiled, looking at Steve with my 'point-proven' look.
Being accepted to the Team was the easy bit though Steve obviously disapproved of my presence. The hard bit was getting used to being around people who were almost double my age. Being nineteen, I was not used to crowds since I had no friends other than Tony and Pepper if you count them as friends. I was walking to the training room, a mug of black coffee in my hand. Clinton was already inside practising his shooting. He saw me approaching and nodded at my presence. I was starting to be accepted in this place.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review if you like my first fic!
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