This is my first fanfic that I've written since I was like, 12 . So please be gentle. It's also my first non-anime fic too. This does have 2 OCs, but it centers around Alyss mainly. Dante is just there because I need him, he's not even paired up with anybody (maybe later he will be, but he's a bachelor for now). There's a short bio on them in the beginning. Also, their parentage will become a bit more obvious later in the story and I did take some elements from the comics and put them in here but not many, I promise that you won't be confused. Well, I hope you guys like it

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Alyss and Dante

Astrid/Alyssandra

Aliases: Alyss

Parentage: Heimdall and Amora

Species: Asgardian

Abilities: Genius-level intellect, superhuman strength , durability, superhuman hearing, healing factor, stamina, and reflexes. Has yet to unlock any sort of mystical powers.

Einar/Dante

Parentage: Heimdall and Amora

Species: Asgardian

Abilities: Superhuman strength, durability, healing factor, stamina, agility, and reflexes
levitation, power of suggestion, energy blasts, and slight teleportation.

The siblings spent a great deal of their lives in orphanages, they often spent as much time as possible together, fearing that a family would come and separate them. At the age of 14, Alyss was adopted out without Dante to a wealthy family. When her new father came back to the orphanage to pick up her few possessions, Dante used his power of suggestion to have him allow coming back to his home to reunite with his sister. Upon walking through the house, Dante found that they had adopted Alyss with the intent to sell her into a slave trade and freed her, burning down the house and its habitants along the way. This was their realization of their powers.

From there, the two lived on the run and with a group of nomads for a while, who taught them how to defend themselves. They traveled across the country by means of walking and sneaking onto buses. They eventually made their home in New York, becoming assassins for hire after nearly perfecting their trade. They have no idea of their parentage or their race (they assumed they were a large mixture of races).

I ran swiftly down the hall way away from the shouting men. The grates under my worn mock-up combat boots rattled with every step, but I wasn't going to take the time to be graceful. I screwed up and these men were going to kill me.

That's when I heard the roar.

I took a right turn at a hallway labeled "exit" in bold green letters. It's funny what you notice when you're scared out of your mind. At this point, I could feel the grates rattling from some being other than I chasing after me and the roars grew louder and more enraged. I took one more right into a room and slammed the door behind me before clasping my scraped up hands over my mouth trying to calm my breathing.

'Don't you dare cry,' I thought to myself, blinking back fearful tears. I have never found myself in this sort of predicament before, and now, in this room illuminated by small blinking machines and computers, I just wanted to cry.

It was quiet outside again. No more shouting men and no more monsters, nothing but the small buzzing sound of machines – no. It was coming.

I gasped and with agility that surprised even me jumped away from the door and slid under a desk as the door blew apart from the monster's clawed hand. He roared and thrashed his ugly, boiled head around. He panted and walked forward, away from my hiding place. I took this chance to creep backwards in the darkest corners of the room and eventually to the green exit sign where my freedom awaited.

The monster became still and my breath hitched in my throat. He sniffed at the air, the two nostril holes flapping open in the middle of his disfigured face. He then turned and his dead yellow eyes met my green. He roared and ran full force at me. I ducked and slid underneath his legs and booked it back to the door which I had come from but it was too late. He caught one of my arms into a bone crushing fist and flung me back into a window, which shattered as my back met it. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact of the floor of the next room, but was instead met with another body.

One light brown arm held fast around my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth as we shot up into the air and levitated in the corner of the ceiling. I clutched hard onto the arm for fear of falling. The monster climbed through the window, ignoring the shards that dug into his skin and looked about the room, confused. My breathing grew shallower; it would be a matter of time before he saw us or smelled us. The seconds seemed to crawl by like hours and I grew more and more apprehensive. Then I caught the sound of gun shots and helicopters in the distance.

Dante, noticing how tense I grew in his arms, clutched me tighter to his chest. I prayed that these new comers were friendly and had a lot of weapons. The creature had paced around by now and froze, sniffing at the air and growling. His head shot up to our corner of the room and he roared. I screamed into my brother's hand.

Then a small red haired woman and about 20 armored agents filed in through the broken window, shooting at the monster. It didn't matter how many they shot, he'd still be standing. I know, I tried. The monster swept his hand to the side and took out several agents, roaring in anger. The red-haired woman then dropped her gun to the floor and ran towards the monster full force, doing a tremendous leap over his head and ending up on his back. He thrashed around and she pulled a sharp disk from her belt. She stabbed into the monster's neck and was immediately sprayed with dark blood, but she seemed unaffected. The monster then fell to the side and she gracefully leaped off his back.

She shot a look to one of the agents and he began calling orders into what I assumed was a radio. The men all loaded back out of the room, but she stayed. She looked up towards our corner, red hair bobbing about.

"Well? Come on down, I know that must be uncomfortable." She said simply before walking over to the wall and sliding down.

Dante didn't budge. I rubbed his arm affectionately and pulled his hand away from my mouth. He let out a shaky sigh and we slowly descended to the floor, on the other side of the dead creature. She didn't look up at us.

"So, who's going to explain this to me?" she asked.

Dante remained silent, obviously not intending to speak. I sighed.

"It's my fault…" I said quietly. "We were sent to get the toxin for our employer, but I was found out and in my escape knocked over a vial of it and… This guy ran right into it."

Dante cursed under his breath and took a step in front of me.

"This normally doesn't happen; it's our first screw up. Ever. We're leaving now." He abruptly snatched my hand and pulled me towards the door.

"I wouldn't if I were you. There are about 200 SHIELD agents out there that will shoot you on sight," she looked up at us "of course; you are welcome to stay here with me for a while. I don't bite." She stood up and swiped at her face with the back of her hand in a weak attempt to clear the blood from her face.

I looked to Dante and he kept his eyes trained on her.

"What more can we do? I'm not sure in our current state we could take on 200." I said softly.

His head whipped around to me and I noticed his split lip.

"She's right you know," the woman said before holding her hand to ear, muttering something to whoever she was talking to.

"Alyss," he hissed in between his teeth. I frowned back at him.

"Alright guys, change of plans, you're coming with me," she declared.

My eyes widened and she stared back at us coolly.

"We'll get you all cleaned up and fed. We'll even send your employer letters of resignation." She walked the door, her small heels clacking loudly against the tiled floor.

I wasn't sure what to do. I figured that going with her would be best but Dante remained stationary in his place. I looked between the two and he glared at me. I heard the woman sigh.

"How about this, come willingly or some in chains. Your choice." She was obviously annoyed. I took initiative again and tugged him forward. He looked into my eyes and I continued to urge him along. We followed the woman outside.

After a long and awkward ride on a jet, our injuries were taken care of on the Helicarrier, this amazing flying contraption. The woman, who we found out was named Natasha Romanov, apologized because she was leaving for another mission and left us in the care of the craft's agents. Dante and I remained quiet the majority of the time, answering only simple questions. They showed us to our rooms were we took our much needed showers.

I exited the restroom covered in a towel, my long black hair wet and sticking to my back. I should've asked about clothes before the agent left. I glanced around the small room and went to the bed. There was my freshly washed jeans, which had suffered minimal damage, and a white tank top and black sports bra with the tags still on laying next it. That was nice of them. My original shirt and bra was thrashed beyond wearing after yesterday's engagements. I pulled on the clothes and braided my hair into a single braid. I couldn't find a hairband so I let it be, hoping the braid wouldn't unravel until it dried. Then I could let my waves loose.

I sighed and fell back onto my bed. 'I wonder if Dante has killed anybody yet.' I worried him getting us killed more than anything. He had a tendency to blow up on people, a strange mean streak that would pop up in him sometime.

There was a light tapping at my door and I called for them to come in. A tall blonde woman in a lab coat stood there. I sat up and walked over to her.

"Alyssandra?" she asked hesitantly. I nodded. "Can you come with me please?"

I pulled on my boots, wishing for a pair of socks. She led me down one of the many pristine white hallways. Many agents were around now, and there was a sense of urgency in the air. I attempted to pay it no mind. She led me into a room with a single table in it and two chairs, the inhabitant of one was a large black man with an eye patch.

"Ah, Ms. Alyssandra," he said, standing up. "I'm Nick Fury, the director here at SHIELD."

I shook his hand and took the seat across from him. The woman left the room and I couldn't help but to wonder if she was getting Dante.

I turned to Fury and sat up straight.

"Now, we've been researching you and your brother a bit, and we haven't been able to find much more than several robberies, an assassination, and arson. Would you mind filling in the blanks for us?"

My mouth went dry. How would Dante feel about this?

"I called you specifically" he said, as if he knew what I was thinking. "Please don't take it personally, but we've found you to be more compliant when alone."

I nodded. "What would you like to know Sir?"

"Anything, really. I'm aware that you two are orphans, any idea of who your parents are?"

I shook my head.

"Alright, well how about crimes? A list of each and how many would be nice."

I frowned at him. "I don't know about-"

"You won't be in trouble," he interrupted "we just want to know what you're capable of. Also, here."

I took the papers he handed to me and looked it over; it was a list of abilities.

"Just check whatever you think applies. There's one there for your brother as well, if you wouldn't mind listing his too."

At this point, I decided to stop being polite. I had no clue what Fury was getting at.

"Mr. Fury," I sighed, pushing the papers to the side. "Please understand. Although my brother is rather… impolite, it does not mean that he can't be communicated with. You also seem to think that we want to be here. While the food and showers are a nice variation, we didn't come here by choice and are losing investments as we speak. I'm aware of the fact that SHIELD is a prominent knowledge organization, but all of this prying into our pasts seems rather unnecessary, and to be frank, rude. I believe that I can voice for both of us when I say: thank you, but we would like to return home as soon as possible."

Fury was quiet as I spoke and seemed to absorb what I was saying, his brain conjuring up a reply to my statement. His eye remained trained to me and as he moved to say something, I flinched. Dante called my name in some other part of the ship. He was close and I was just now picking it up, as I was probably distracted by the amount of information that was swarming my head.

"Alyssandra?" Fury asked uncertainly.

"Dante, he's coming," I told him meekly, opening my ears "And he's angry."

Fury raised an eyebrow but soon he too could hear the sound of guards and Dante yelling. Within 10 seconds he ran past the window paneled door and then shot back around to throw it open. His short curls were still wet and shed small droplets of water as he stepped inside the room. I stood up from my chair quickly and moved to calm him down, but he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me close, glaring over my shoulder at Fury.

"What the fuck have you been saying to her?" he hissed.

Fury stood up and locked his good eye with Dante's, resolutely. By now, the guards had caught up and stood outside the door, their guns trained on my brother.

"I was just about to explain to your sister a particular job opportunity that I was going to offer you both."

"Well save it! We're leaving now, I won't stand another minute being treated like an animal on this flying hunk of metal." He turned to see the guards and glared them down.

"Your sister told me that we could speak to you," Fury waved his hand at the guards, who slowly turned their guns away. "Please, I think it's time that I tell you on why we took you in."

I pulled my arm out of Dante's grasp and he looked back at me, slightly shocked.

"We're listening." I said to Fury.

"Here at SHIELD, we have been experimenting, always looking for a new project. Recent events have been a cause for concern, our world may one day be at stake and we may not be able to protect it. I have come up with a program that I call the Avengers initiative. Now while I normally wouldn't consider anyone so," Fury glanced at Dante "determined, I have to start somewhere. When Ms. Romanov called you two in, it got me to thinking; you two, being natural partners and not formally trained, you could be almost like the guinea pigs for this initiative. It's no secret that you are both powerful beings and SHIELD can give you a better existence. If the initiative never comes into play, then you two will be left with more control and job disposals."

I glanced over at Dante who looked at me, indecision was obvious in him.

"I do like hot showers." I said and he cracked a small smile.

"You don't need to decide right this moment, I know things are still tense, but be aware that even if you say no, we will be tracking your whereabouts and your crimes."

Dante and I both visibly cringed. Fury chuckled lightly at the action and walked out of the room, the guards dispersing soon after. Dante sighed and plopped down into my chair.

"I don't know we're going to do." He said, defeated.

"Well, I do like his proposition. We would profit from it." I smiled at him "You just need to stop being the pessimist."

He grimaced and looked up at me. I couldn't help but to laugh a bit.

"Stop being difficult Dante, you know that the offer sounds at least somewhat enticing." I reached around him and took the papers Fury had handed me earlier, scanning them. "We wouldn't have to worry about money anymore or have any accidents like we did with that creature yesterday. And again, I do like hot showers."

I headed towards the door and peeked down the blinding white hall. 'Which way was my room again?' I heard Dante shift up from the chair behind me so I stepped out into the hall and decided that left would be my best option, since that's where he had come running from. We walked down the hall in silence. We were lost after a while and I sighed.

"You ran all the way to where I was, yet you can't remember your way back?"

"Well, I didn't run the entire time," he said "that weird teleportation thing kicked in again."

We took another left turn. "Is that how you got to me yesterday?" I asked.

"Yes and thank God I did. Hey, there are voices this way,"

I followed him through a door that slid open for us and led into a slightly darker corridor that was lit up by natural light. We came to what I assumed was the ship's control center, seeing as it had many agents scuffling around and the entire front of the room were large windows. It was impressing, to say the least.

"Director Fury is cleared for take-off." One of the female agents called out.

At that moment, we saw a jet fly off into the distance. 'He could've at least waited for our answer.' I thought to myself. Dante had wondered off towards the agent.

He flashed an award winning smile. "Excuse me Miss, but where did Director Fury head off too?" he gestured to me with his hand; "my sister and I were to be under his care."

The woman blushed and avoided his gaze. "He and Agent Hill are off to address some business at our New Mexico headquarters. I'm sure they'll be back within the week. But if there's anything that you need, I'm sure you can just ask one of us and we'd be glad to help."

"I'll be sure to come to you then," he said. It looked as though her heart may have melted.

A ringing alarm sounded over the loudspeaker and the agents all stopped scurrying and sat around the computers.

"We're about to land the ship," the agent informed Dante. He nodded and turned back to me. I shrugged.

"Perhaps you could help us back to our rooms when your duties here are completed?" he asked.

She nodded and strode over to a computer as well. We watched through the window as the ship descended into the water.

Woot! First chapter down!

I promise that you'll actually meet Bruce in the next one, so don't give up on me yet!

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