Hello. This is my first time writing any kind of comic fanfiction, although I have been reading comics for years. Due to the popularity of the Avengers and other comic book movies, I decided to give my knowledge a shot and see what happens. I really like using OCs in my stories because there are so many different things that you can do with them, so my story will have an OC and will follow the Avengers movie. This is more of an experimental story, so don't expect too much from it. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think. If you hate it, that's fine, just be intelligent in your response about why you don't like it. I will probably write a few chapters just to do it, but after that let me know where you would like me to take the story.

UPDATE: I have combined chapters 1,2, and 3 to form this chapter so that they are longer. Hope you all are okay with this.

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Her parents where out in the middle of the jungle in the Amazon doing research for a wildlife organization. The pollution was starting to effect the reproduction rate of a few of the animals that called the forest home, and they were spending an entire month collecting frogs and insects and fish to send back to a laboratory in the United States.

After a week in the Amazon, Atella Vorst was on the edges of the camp playing with the family dog that made the trip with them. She would throw a stick into the thick green leaves where it would disappear along with the dog, and the dog, McDowell, would find it and bring it back. Just as the dog was returning from yet another trip into the forest, Atella felt the ground vibrate slightly and heard a dull thud from within the forest. She looked back at the camper that her parents were in, but they did not stir. They did not feel anything. She wasn't allowed in the forest, but the noise didn't sound like it was too far away. With one more glance back at the camper, she slipped into the leaves that McDowell disappeared into so many times before, and set out in search of what made the noise.

She did not have to look for long. About twenty feet into the forest, there was a newly made clearing. All of the surrounding shrubbery and trees had somehow been flatten down so that there was a clear view of the blue sky above. In the middle of the clearing was an egg shaped object, and it gleamed and sparkled in the sunlight. As Atella got closer, she could see that her reflection looking curiously back at her. She reached a hand out to touch it, but before her fingers could make contact, McDowell let out a loud, sharp bark. She jumped and glared back at the German Shepard for scaring her. He wasn't looking at her though. He was looking at the egg and started to growl. Atella scolded the dog then turned her attention back to the mirrored object. She knew how excited her parents got when they discovered something new or different, and she turned around and ran back to the camp. They would know what it was.

When they got back to the clearing, her parents had their camera and clipboards ready, but as soon as they saw what was in the center, they paused. They didn't know what it was either. Atella stood beside of it proudly.

"Isn't it cool?" she asked them.

"Get away from it, Atella! We don't know if it is dangerous or not," said her dad. He turned to his wife and said, "This is beyond us. We need to call someone else."

Atella huffed at her father's words, annoyed that he scolded her. She dropped down to her knees and stuck her hand out to touch it.

"Atella, don't-"

It was an instantaneous response. As soon as her palm cam in contact with the top of it, there was an explosion, then, nothing.

Atella woke up mere minutes later to the sounds of distant sirens and the smell of smoke. Her hand was still attached to the top of the object. Any other kid her age would have cried, but she didn't. She tried to pull her hand away, but it wouldn't move. She looked around what used to the small clearing. All of the trees had been blasted away, and her parents were nowhere in sight. She looked down at herself, and she was completely unharmed. Even her clothes were not burned.

Her attention quickly turned back to the egg, because it started to hum. The place where her hand was touching grew white hot, and she screamed, but still could not move her hand. The reflective mirrors of the egg grew darker, and it looked as though the mirrors were being sucked up off of the egg by her hand. The mirror went up her arm and her shoulder, and soon it covered her entire body. Then, it seemed to sink down into her skin, and it left a cool sensation when it did so. As quickly as it had happened, it was gone, and she could move her hand. As soon as she took her hand away, the egg disappeared and was gone. The sirens were a lot closer now, but her parents were still nowhere in sight.

Her parents had died that day, but something inside of her was born. Something that she didn't even know could be inside her. When the police got there and saw the extent of the damage, and the extent to which Atella was completely unharmed, they made a call.

Atella was taken into police custody, and, since she had no other family that they could find, she stayed there for several days until someone came to get her. The man called himself Nick Fury, and he scared the shit out of Atella even though he was kind to her. Fury took her to an underground base back in the United States. There, Atella was asked a million questions about the accident, as well as the egg artifact. After she told them about the mirror melting into her body, the next few days consisted of her being hooked up to machines and constantly being monitored, but nothing ever came from it.

8-8-8-8

Atella never understood the concept of good and evil. There were always two sides to everything, and who is to say which is good or bad? However, she could see how a person would have a preference for one of those sides. She usually took the side that seemed more logical. In her mind, logic was the key to staying alive, and, so far, her theory was correct. Her particular talents did not usually lead to safe places, so she had to make sure she made the right decisions when the time came. Safety usually wasn't a big problem for Atella. Not since the accident when she was a child.

Growing up in an environment like SHIELD made Atella into a woman that observed more than she spoke. Instead of bedtime stories and songs that her parents used to read and sing to her, she began reading books from the library at SHIELD. Not one of those books had anything about a cow jumping over the moon, but they were filled with military knowledge as well as various fighting techniques from around the world.

Before she had discovered the library, she felt like she was just drifting from day to day. She had nothing else to keep her company but the agents, and they weren't the best people to keep a little girl occupied.

Over time, she managed to read almost every book in the library, and when the time came that her powers showed themselves, she was able to breeze right through training. During that time, she felt like she had finally found her place among the SHIELD agents. They no longer saw her as a science experiment, but as an asset. Early on she was sent out on missions with some of the top ranking agents, and soon she quickly joined those ranks by the time she turned eighteen.

Now, at the age of twenty-five, she felt as though she finally had a grasp on, not only her place in the agency, but in the world. She was still the quiet woman that she had been when she was younger, but she was no longer timid about speaking. She had a newfound confidence that few people could match, and this came, not from her fighting skills or knowledge, but from her powers. She was now one of the best that SHIELD had to offer, and she was well aware of it.

However, after years of putting up with people telling her were to go and how to live, she requested a leave of absence. She never got to be a young adult, or teenager for that matter. Everything was always within grasp, and the only time that she had to fend for herself was when she was out on a mission. She just wanted to live normally for once. Just temporarily, for she did not feel as though she could leave the agency that she had grown up in forever. She wanted to live in a normal house, out in the country and away from technology. She wanted to have a normal job, and do things like grocery shopping or go out with friends and talk about something other than the agency.

Her wish came true, and she had all of that. SHIELD sent her to a small rural town in Ohio. It had a population of 1500 people, and she loved it. However, after about a year, she was contacted yet again by Fury.

"We need you to come back," were Fury's first words to her.

"My request was for three years. You have other people that are more than capable of handling whatever it is that you need," she said into the phone.

"Your request has been temporarily revoked. We need you now. This isn't some small time assassination we are dealing with. This is big, and we need everyone we can get," Fury said, clearly getting frustrated.

Atella sighed. She knew that they would make her leave no matter what. There was nothing that she could do. "How am I getting back?"

"We have already sent a jet out to pick you up. It should be there in twenty minutes. Better start packing." With that, Fury hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

Atella took the phone away from her ear and looked around her house. She did not accumulate a lot of stuff over the past few months, but she knew she wouldn't be able to take everything. She went to her closet in the living room and took out all of her luggage, as well as a few boxes and looked around at the decorations and clothes that were scattered around the room. With her mind made up, she grabbed one of the smaller suitcases and went up the stairs to her bedroom, and began packing clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on her door, and she answered it to find an agent waiting to escort her back to New York. Atella took one last look around the building that had been her first real home, and, leaving everything but a few outfits, closed the door and left the house for the last time.

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Atella's powers did not reveal themselves until she was thirteen years old. By that time, everyone in SHIELD knew who she was, and she knew who most of the people were.

After the first few months of living underground, she thought she would be allowed to leave, that it was only a temporary thing. Fury told her otherwise. She was to stay with SHIELD until they deemed it safe for her to be among the general population. When they told her that, it pissed her off then, and it got no better the following years. She was used to being out amoung the trees and the forest, but now her life was nothing but fluorescent lights and tile floors. She didn't hate the people of SHIELD, but she didn't exactly like them either for imprisoning her.

Over time, her anger started to fade as she accepted her fate. She devoted all of her spare time to the library where she read books on strategy in war, and books on different fighting styles. After reading a rather huge book on the martial arts, she asked Fury if she could begin training. He laughed at her and told her that she was too young and too little and that she would just get hurt. She still asked several more times after that, but the answer was always the same.

One day, she wondered into the gym like she usually did. There were new agents training and sparring in there. She liked watching them fight even if she could not do it herself. She became lost in the thought of training and her own anger because she was still too young, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around to see another girl standing there. She was only a few years older than Atella, but she had been recently brought in by SHIELD and had seen and done more than most of the agents in the building.

The girl looked at Atella up and down and said, "You come in here a lot, and you just watch."

"Fury says that I'm still too young to do anything," Atella said looking down shamefully. She heard the other girl laugh and looked up.

"If you have the heart and conviction, then you should at least be allowed to practice. Besides, when I was your age, I had already killed many people. Being small means it is harder to be seen, " said the girl that was older, but still so young. "I can show you a few boxing moves, and we can go from there if it suits you."

Atella was beyond excited. "Okay! I mean, I already know how to box, but I've never actually did it before," she said giddily.

"What?" Natasha asked, confused.

"Oh, I've read about ten books on how to box. I read a lot," Atella hurriedly said in her excitement.

"Oh… okay then. I'm Natasha," said the girl holding out her hand.

"Atella," she said, grasping the other girl's hand.

8-8-8-8

This place. Atella had been on this pseudo aircraft carrier before, but that was when things were a lot less dangerous. She had been briefed on the situation on the way to the ship, and what she heard was not good.

A god here on Earth… again. She was on an assignment when the incident in New Mexico happened, but she heard so much about it in the following weeks, it was like she had been there. It was only a matter of time before more aliens came to the planet, but she wished it didn't happen so soon. There were already enough problems on Earth without outside forces helping the destruction along.

If this guy was as powerful as everyone thought he was, she did not know how much help she would actually be. In the back of her mind, she knew that few people could match her level of power, and told herself that this time would be no different.

She was being lead through a series of hallways to the control room. She probably knew the corridors and rooms of this ship better than the man leading her through them. He was taking her the long way to the control room, and she had to stop herself from veering off and going her own way. However, the reason made itself clear when they walked past the laboratory.

Banner. Atella was present when the monster tore apart half of New York. Yet for some reason, Fury thought it would be a good idea to let him roam free in a glass room hovering in the middle of the sky. He really did need everyone he could get his hands on. The situation was clearly worse than what she thought for him to ask Banner in.

Banner looked up at her just as she looked away. She had been one of the people to relocate him, and she really wasn't up for a reunion right now. She kept walking right past him and down yet another hallway to the control room.

When she got there, Fury was talking to someone. With his back turned toward her, she had no idea who it was. The agent that was escorting her kept going until he reached the two of them and got Fury's attention.

Fury turned to look at her and said, "Agent Vorst, welcome back."

"I wish that I could say that it was good to be back, but you guys seemed to have got us all in a fuck ton of trouble since I've been gone," she said in a dry tone.

Fury ignored her comment like he usually did and said, "Yes, well we are trying to fix everything now. Agent, I don't believe that you have had the honor of meeting Captain Rogers."

Atella didn't even notice the man was looking at her until now. He was a very tall man, muscular man, and she recognized him as soon as their eyes met. Captain America. He was like a god himself around here. A lot of people, Coulson being one of them, practically worshipped this guy. She always found the Captain and his story to be interesting, but never really put a lot of stock into a dead guy. Now, here he was, alive and well right in front of her.

"How-" she began, but was cut off by Fury.

"He was found in the ice while you were on leave. He has been with us for about seven months now."

"Wow, it is an honor to meet you Captain. You were an inspiration to a lot of people around here," Atella said shaking the blonde man's hand.

"Likewise ma'am. What is it that you do around here?" said the Captain with a slight accent. He sounded like the people you see on old television shows and movies.

Atella glanced at Fury before saying, "If something needs done that can't be done physically or by anyone else, I take care of it. I also offer protection to those that need it."

Fury scoffed at her and said, "It isn't like it's a secret. You can be honest with him. He's going to see weirder shit than what you do anyway."

Atella looked back at Steve Rogers and paused before saying, "I can control certain things with my mind. Not objects so much as people. I mean, I can move things, but it's easier for me to get into the minds of others. Get what I need, make them do what I need, and get out. I also have my own person set of armor."

The Captain just nodded. "Well that isn't too bad. What do you mean that you have your own set of armor? Like Stark?"

Atella took a step back from him. It would be easier to show him rather than explain it. With a thought she felt the familiar cool sensation run all over her body. From the gasps that she heard, she knew that the transformation was complete. She opened her eyes and looked at the two men in front of her.

Rogers was staring at her with his mouth hanging open in shock. Fury was looking at her with his one eye with a hint of pride in it. After all, it was him that found her.

"What happened to you?" Rogers said, still staring at her in shock.

"When I was little I played with something that I shouldn't have. This is what happened." She looked down at her hand and saw that her skin looked exactly like the mirrored shell of the mysterious egg that she had found all those years ago. "We don't know what it is. They can't get a sample of it, but it is harder than any material found on Earth. It gives me superior strength, though not as strong as a god. Which leads me to my next question for you," she said and looked at Fury. "Why did you call me in? What can I possibly do to help you in this situation."

"There is a lot that you can do for us. It's like you said, Agent; you protect people and do the impossible. That's what we need you to do."

"From what? From Banner? We both know that he is stronger than I will ever be. His mind is too chaotic for me to even attempt to control him. The most that I can help you with is letting him throw me around a bit while you all escape through the back door."

This is the exact thing that Atella was trying to get away from. SHIELD's half baked ideas for defense were too ridiculous, and they usually killed more people than saved them. She wasn't going to get in the way of people that could actually make a difference.

Fury didn't look deterred. "It isn't The Hulk that concerns us. It's Loki."

"Oh yeah, because taking on a god sounds so much better," Atella said crossing her arms.

"Since when did you become such a defeatist? Maybe we shouldn't have given you that leave of absence. If you don't even want to try, then get off my ship."

He knew exactly how to press her buttons. She had never turned down a mission, no matter how hard it seemed. She knew that she was his go to person if something seemed too dangerous for anyone else. He knew she would always say yes to anything thrown her way. Maybe he was right. Maybe her time spent away from the workaholic agents and among normal country people was enough to turn her into a person of caution rather than a person of action. But, she knew her answer the moment Fury got done talking.

"Can I have my old room back?"

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Atella did get her old room back. Nothing at all had changed in it, which wasn't surprising to her in the least. It wasn't the most comfortable room, but she had spent months living in worse. She unpacked the small bag that she brought with her and walked into the impossibly small bathroom. Just as she predicted, inside the tiny cupboard was a toothbrush, washcloth, and several other bathroom necessities.

She took out the washcloth and turned the hot tap on the sink on until the sink was hazed by a layer of steam. She soaked the cloth in the water and run it out, relishing the warm on her hands. She always had to have a calming moment before she started a mission, just a moment to get some perspective.

Loki, the god of whatever (there were no books on Norse religion in the SHIELD library), is on Earth. They are not alone in the world. There are others out there that seek to destroy them. The only people that are able to even attempt to do anything have some of the biggest psychological problems that she had ever seen. Then there was herself. What could she do? She was sure that her telekinesis would prove to be pathetic against the warmongering god. Becoming invincible? That was Stark's job. Strength? That was Banner's other half. The Captain took up whatever there was that was left for her. She had no place here, there was no place for her to make a difference. She should have taken up Fury on his offer and just left the ship.

No. What if the monster ran off and Stark's armor was destroyed? The Captain was still only human and could probably be killed. Then what? Then who would defend the planet? There was no guarantee that the god's brother would be able to help them with the war. That would only leave herself and Natasha to give the planet one final chance. She couldn't quite before it started. She wouldn't.

She took the washcloth away from her face and left her room and started walking down the maze that was SHIELD's flying boat. She found herself walking towards Banner's office, which, she realized, she was eager to see the man. If she was going to be working with him, she needed to start to get to know him, and figure out how to contain him should the beast get out of control.

She walked through the sliding door of the laboratory to find the small, slight man staring at a computer screen.

"Doctor," Atella said after a moment of waiting.

The genius jumped slightly and immediately started fidgeting with his hands.

"Uh, hi. You… you were on the helicopter that took me to Calcutta. You punched me."

Atella's expression didn't change. "You raised your voice. It was a reaction."

The scientist smiled a bit and looked down nervously. "Uh… your skin. I saw your skin change. There was a reason why you in particular took me to the middle of nowhere. What is it you do?"

This was the second time within an hour that she had been asked that same question. She learned her lesson the first time, and keep her answer short. "I have telekinetic powers. My skin also turns into a material harder than diamonds, which, in turn, makes me strong."

"Ah, so if you couldn't control my mind, at least you could control me without getting hurt in the process. Am I right?"

This guy was a bit of a smart ass.

"Partially. However there is no way that my strength could compare to your… the other guy's. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about that. I want to know what Fury has you doing."

"What? You don't trust-"

"Stop," Atella interrupted. She knew exactly where this self deprecating act was going, and just didn't have time to comfort the doctor right now. "I trust you, I just want to know more about everything. Just tell me the basics."

The doctor looked taken aback for a moment, then he turned back to his computer screens. "Well what we are doing…" and he proceeded to explain to the agent, in great detail, what exactly Fury was making him do. It took him about an hour, with Atella asking question occasionally, to finish.

"That's it… that's all I've got," Banner said with a fidgety look around the room.

Atella was silent for a second. Then she said, "Tell me. A man of your intelligence, what do you think about this entire situation?"

The man gave her a half-hearted laugh and turned around to look out the huge window into the sky. He held his hands together behind his back and was still for the first time Atella had ever seen.

"I know this will be weird coming from a guy like me, but even now, I just don't believe it. Part of me still thinks that you guys are going to come rushing into this room with all manner of weaponry pointed at me, which, by the way, wouldn't work," he gave a small smile, then was serious again. "But, the logical part of me keeps saying that it was only a matter of time. Hell, if we as the human race found this technology, this unlimited energy, on some other planet, I'm sure we would already be out there looking for it. As soon as word got out to the other world's that it was here with us, it was only a matter of time. What concerns me more than this," he turned around as he said this, "is what SHIELD was doing with this before Loki took it. You can't tell me that they were just studying it. You know as well as I do that they were making something with this."

"I have been on leave for a long time, doctor. I have no idea what SHIELD has been doing with its time or energies in the past year, and, after all of this, I'm not sure that I want to know. Something has changed. It feels different. Fury is… worried. I've known him my whole life, and I have never seen him even get flustered by anything," replied Atella carefully. The more she spoke, the more she realized the weight of her words. Something was going on this boat that Fury had failed to tell her about.

"I have to go," she said, and turned to walk out of the room.

"Wait, Agent Vorst…" Banner said, but then paused. He played with his fingers for a second before saying, "I forgive you for punching me."

This made Atella smile. "I'm sorry if I had hurt you."

"You did, but it was my fault. I just wanted to see what you would do," he said smiling sheepishly.

"I would hit you."

"So you would."

Atella cracked her first genuine grin at the troubled man before disappearing out the door and down one of the many beehive like catacombs.

8-8-8-8

So if you all like X-Men, you will find that Atella has the same powers as Emma Frost, but with a few modifications. Frost is probably one of my favorite characters of all time, but I really didn't want to do a crossover, so, although Atella has her powers, she is her own person, and doesn't look anything like Frost. I'm sure that you all are picturing Atella as looking like Frost, but I don't want that to happen since they look nothing alike in my head. I'm going to go ahead and describe her here, because a pet peeve of mine is when, in the middle of the story, I have to read several paragraphs of character descriptions. Allow me to sum this one up in one sentence; Atella is about 5'8" with black hair and blue eyes and tan skin. I might mention one or two other things in the story, but for now, you all can picture what she looks like. Anyway, I hope that this is starting to interest you a bit.