AN: My Owlet readers are probably ready to wring my neck for starting another project ever after I haven't finished my first story, but… :D I've had this character for a while waiting for a time to break out into the world, and I think this is her time. I think this is a good chance for people to see how a character can develop over a period of time. Not sure if this will get finished, but the person I'm co-writing this with and I are getting a lot done.

Important to know: This is set after the Avengers, so if you haven't seen the Avengers you shouldn't read this. It has quite a few Spoilers. Also, this is set with the idea that Loki is sentenced to be a mortal on Earth watched by the Avengers as a punishment for his actions in the Avengers movie. If you guys have any questions about the characters or the actions or the plot, don't feel shy to review or message me. Make sure you also tell me if I should keep going with this or just quit it and focus on Owlet

Chapter 1

"STARK!" Juliette Xanthrop, otherwise known as "Jex" or Crush, bellowed through the comms unit in her Iron Man like suit. "YOU LYING LITTLE SON OF A-"

"I am going to suggest that finishing that sentence would not be the best idea for you, Jex," Stark's cool reply comes easily through the helmet.

"You said the next time you got called to S.H.I.E.L.D. you'd let me come with you!" Jex spits angrily, flying over the ocean towards the beach lined coasts of Western California. "And when I turn up at your house, lo and behold, you're not there because you're AT S.H.I.E.L.D!"

"There is a good explanation for that. And unfortunately I'll have to feed it to you later. Meeting with the fan club, Jex," Stark says hastily, trying his best to get her off the line. Though she was only a teenager, Jex's wrath could rival that of Pepper's.

"This so isn't fair!" Jex groans rather whinily. "You promised-"

"I promise lots of things to lots of people, Jex. Please, take a number, get in line. My people will contact your people; we'll make a compromise, sound good?"

"Your people ARE my people, Stark!" Jex roars, shooting over a crowded beach as people block the sun from their eyes to get a better look at the newest sidekick the world had seen.

"Uh, yeah, about that." Stark goes silent for a moment, and Jarvis, getting the memo, cuts the link between his suit and Jex's.

"Sir, do you think it's a wise choice to handle Miss Xanthrop like that?" the computerized butler asks.

"Of course not. I'll be getting all sorts of hell for that later. But I can't worry about that right now, can I?" Tony asks shortly. "Especially not with this new crisis Fury's called the Avengers up for."

"Completely understandable, sir. But don't you think Miss Xanthrop had a right to know about-"

"Jarvis, I'm not even sure why I have a right to know. And Fury doesn't take too lightly to Jex, you know that. He finds her… volatile. Not that I can argue, really." Tony gives a tiny little shudder in his suit as he nears the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, a flying ship that has the ability to blend into the sky, like a sort of mechanical chameleon. In seconds Iron Man detects the ship and discerns a safe spot to land, cutting his boot jets and landing on the seemingly invisible surface. Instantly the ship shows up as Stark lands, and the bay doors to Tony's personal suit storage room open up from the ground. With his handheld rocket jets, Tony lowers himself into the room, letting the system he installed in the ship take off his suit and store it safely away where only he can access it. Once he's sure all the measures have been taken to protect the suit, Stark makes his way to the conference room.

As per usual, Stark is the last one there, seeing as all the other members of the Avengers team are gathered around the table. All decked out in his, according to Tony, "spangly" uniform; Captain America sends a slight glare to Tony as he ambles in 15 minutes late. The brilliant billionaire takes a seat next to Dr. Bruce Banner, more commonly known as the Incredible Hulk. Banner gives a little smile as Agent Cliff Barton, or Hawkeye, says the words that are on the tip of everyone's tongue.

"You're late."

"Fashionably," Tony replies calmly, as if the matter doesn't really bother him.

"You could at least attempt to take this team seriously, Stark," Captain America interjects, arms crossed over his chest.

"You all wound me, assuming I'm late because I just don't care." Stark takes out his cell phone which was already linked up with the Iron Man Armor's communication system. In seconds he plays back the call he just had with Jex and the entirety of the Avengers get to hear her whine to him. "That's why I was late. So unless you want an annoying little Iron Maiden running around Nicky's top secret tree house, I think my tardiness can be excused and ignored." He looks around at them all. "Agreed?"

His teammates mumble various degrees of replies, but most are intelligible and completely ignored, seeing as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, Nick Fury, has just stepped up to the head of the meeting table. The team falls quiet with only an occasional murmur of disgruntlement from Tony at the state of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security software.

"I know you all have no idea why I've called you here," Fury starts, looking intently from each member of the Avengers to the next with his one good eye.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Tony mumbles to himself, still tapping away at his phone, oblivious of the murderous look Captain America gives him.

"But there appears to be a low level threat in Eastern Asia that has come to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s concerns," Fury goes on.

"Low level by regular standards or S.H.I.E.L.D. standards?" Dr. Banner asks, earning a few dry laughs from the team.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. standards. There have been reports of a Meta human out of control. Injured 15 people so far, no fatalities, though it could happen sooner or later. The meta is reported to be a young girl, maybe around young teen years, who possesses particularly strong mental capabilities."

"You mean like telekinesis?" Captain America clarifies, earning a soft scoff from Tony at his labored pronunciation of the word.

"That's exactly what I mean. I want Agent Barton and Agent Rogers out there to deal with her if she gets out of hand with Agent Romanoff present for backup. We don't want this situation to get any more fucked up than it already is, understood?" Fury gives the two a fierce glare and Hawkeye and Captain America nod in unison. "Good. Head out now, that girl could have caused more damage than we know of."

As the Avengers file out to their respective posts, none of them have any inkling of an idea that Crush was already on her way to the coordinates give to Captain America and Hawkeye. Iron Man's rejection at tagging along hadn't stopped her from getting a tracker on his signal and rerouting the feed from Tony's phone as well as cameras at S.H.I.E.L.D. into her suit. Crush gave a grim sigh of determination, ready to prove herself as she flew to the destination in Eastern Asia, not having any idea of what may lie ahead for her.

Nick sighed as the elevator sank farther and farther into the ground, the temperature grew colder with every foot. When they had reached 5 miles below the doors swung open to a cold and vividly white sterile room.

"Hello, my name is 2256-S," the robotic man vibrated from a dimly lit desk in the back of the room. "Who are we here to see today Mr. Fury?" his voice was high and fuzzy. Definitely the work of

He walked towards the robot and looked into its titanium gaze "Operation Gemini Jarvis, I come to fix what happened and make things right." The light in the robots blinked as the voice changed to the familiar tone of Stark's robotic butler.

"Is Master Stark okay with this?" he paused then seemed to chuckle "Never mind Director, I trust you know what you are unleashing." The robot slumped over and sparked as the door was overridden and the darkness leaked into the room.

Nick zipped up the bag he had next to him and slipped into the cave like opening that spanned endlessly in front of him. "Damn, where the hell do you think I'm going to find her?" he mumbled into the mouth piece, it buzzed and crackled.

"The reception down here sucks." He mumbled as he stumbled through the darkness, as he slunk farther back into the hole he could hear the soft sounds of breathing. He shivered and felt along the walls for some sort of guide to the sound. His hand fumbled over a switch of some sort and braced himself for the sight he was about to witness.

The lights flickered on as his eyes adjusted he saw it, the metal bars that held her by the neck were shoved haphazardly into the walls, the chains bound her in place hung limp above a glass panel, Into which he saw a sliver of red light. The body hung and then he realized that it was not only one girl but two, hung back to back both bound to the walls and each other. Their bodies were almost one but not quite, covering their body was intricately spiraling tattoos. The air was sickly quiet, his breath rattled and the chains seemed to be pushed with his breath.

His breath rattled out of his body, "Hel-lo *Crackle* Nick?" the static hurt his ears as he dropped the head piece. The girls' opened their eyes with a snap; the blue eye of each shone a deep and violent shade while the brown stood menacingly on the other side. He stood alert in front on them, slipping the bag of his shoulder. He slid it underneath the girls and watched as neither of them paid attention to it.

Their cold eyes following his every move, "Ms. Gemini is it? We need you." His eye stared as calmly as they could into the pairs looking back at him. The girls looked him up and down, then to the bag. They smiled, their bodies began to split further into two, the beam groaned with tension. With one swift motion they ripped the beams out of the wall and sent them flying down into the pit. Glass shattered as the swung; both moving together as they grabbed the bag snapped the chains and landed delicately on the floor in front of Nick.

A smile scratched its way across from Nicks face as the girls headed to the doorway, "Just as I expected from such a well know woman." The girls turned to face Nick and smiled.

"We have been waiting too long Nick. But that's alright, 500 years… plus the 20 some in here; we should have a frickin' parade in our honor shouldn't we?" They both replied together, the smile vanished from Nick's face as they exited the cave.

"Shit we have another pair of smartasses to add to the mix." He grumbled as the rode the elevator back up to the top. As the air slowly started to warm the girls looked at each other and smiled, they were free from their prison. Grabbing onto each other's hand they blended into one girl. The change made Fury jump, "Do you do that all the time, because I don't think I can deal with that shit." A smiled went across the girls face.

The door opened as the eye in this new girl became blue, the sun shone on her delicate skin as the exited the elevator and into the facility above it.

The girl turned to face Nick and smiled "We haven't been properly introduced."

She brushed the long blonde hair from her face and smiled, her perfect white teeth gleaming in the light, she was young about twenty but had the look of age in her eyes. She reached for Nicks hand and fastened her grip. She laughed as she shook it madly.

"Hello, our name is Gemini, together we are Gemini… but apart we are separate, I'm Solas and my sister is Cròn, we have been punished for crimes we did not commit for way to long. We are tired and sick of the dark but we are happy to finally meet you Nick Fury we have heard much about the Avengers and you Mr. Fury." He blinked at the woman, "How did you…"

Gemini cut him off, "When perhaps will we meet the others? I know I'm dying too, we haven't seen people in what… 550 years." The girl looked at him with an annoyed look, Nick scoffed.

"Well which one are you?" She only smiled coldly and walked to the waiting car.

"Which do you want me to be? Because right now both of us are not too happy." She glared at the car and threw herself in; she was not in the mood to play games. She was going to complete her mission and then go home, to a place where they could live together alone, without people and without pain.

The phone in Nicks pocket rang; he grabbed it and glanced at the number. "We have the weapons, we are on our way." He slid the phone into his pocket and shielded his eyes as he entered the black sedan and closed the door.

Jex was going to be completely honest with herself, if she hadn't had Jarvis and the world's best GPS, she would've never gotten to Eastern Asia to begin with. The girl was directional challenged when it came to navigating Stark's property in the Californian Mountains, but in the air? Over multiple continents? That was nearly impossible. It was a long enough fly to start with, hours of non-stop soaring over countries she vaguely remembered from her social studies class, and countless reminders from Jarvis not to fall asleep as she was flying.

"I swear, Jarvis," Jex starts, shaking the sleep from her head as she zooms over the Indian Ocean. "Without you I would've already crash landed somewhere in the Mediterranean."

"Actually, Miss Xanthrop," Jarvis replies politely. "The suit would've course corrected on its own in the event you should lose consciousness, whether it be naturally or done offensively. Mr. Stark has your suit programmed to fly straight back to his house in any of those cases."

"Well points to Tony for thinking ahead," Jex grumbles. "And points deducted for not letting me come to the Avengers."

"I'm sure there's a perfectly logically reason for-" Jarvis' sentence is interrupted as something very large comes flying at Jex, knocking her off her path. Normally she would've been prepared for any airborne missile or bomb. But she was hit by something that people very rarely find in the air: a fully equipped war tank, about as big as a short bus. It shoved Jex back, catching her completely off guard as it pushed her down to the Earth so far below her. Jex's first thought (the ones along the lines of "OH SHIT!") weren't very helpful in her situation, but once she'd realized what was going on the only thing running through her head was "What if there's people in there?"

Jex had never been known for her rationalism. In fact, most people thought of the girl as rather rash and blunt. So when she decided that in order for everything to turn out all right in this situation, she'd have to catch the tank. Jex was also not the most logical person in the world, and it did take her a few seconds to realize that it's hard to catch something that's hurtling you towards a vast amount of water below you. But Jex was persistent, if not a little idiotic, and with an exponential exertion of the suit's power, she was actually able to slow down the descent of her and the tank. It was about that time that she was smashed down into the water of the Indian Ocean.

Jex's suit wasn't specifically built for underwater missions, though Tony had one he'd adapted to do just so and was working on a smaller sized version for Jex. The suit didn't fail immediately as it was immersed into the ocean, though Jex knew that if she didn't get out of there quickly, she was going to drown under a tank in a million dollar suit, something that had never been on her To-Do list. With another surge of will on Jex's part, power on the suit's part, and some damn good luck, Jex was able to shove the tank to the surface. For a wondrous moment it bounced like a gigantic buoy in the water and was floating, something Jex would've thought completely impossible. Without wasting any time, she leapt atop it, ripping the top of the hull off and sticking her head down inside. She found the tank empty and she let out a groan of frustration, abandoning the tank in the water as soon as it had come at her. She took to the air, breathing hard from the tank encounter, searching the ground for whoever could've thrown the tank.

"Miss Xanthrop, you only have 23% power capacity left after your tank excursion," Jarvis reports dutifully. Jex curses rather colorfully at the news. Her suit hadn't been fully charged to start with, and after flying across the world in 3 hours and fighting with an empty tank, having only 23% power was a bad predicament, especially considering she had no idea who or what she was up against.

"Is my reserve power ready to kick in if need be?" she asks the AI hopefully. He gives her an affirmative reply and she's allowed to give a sigh of relief. She couldn't recall how many times in the past that reserve battery had saved her life in fights she had almost lost. "Good, because I think I see where all the fuss is coming from."

Down on the ground, just barely inland of the coast, was a huge array of tanks and missiles, assembled into a circle of sorts, with a single, tiny target situated in the middle. With the aid of her helmet, Jex was able to see their target was a little girl, maybe around 11 or 12, 13 at the most. She was a wispy little thing, with a thin face and a tiny body. Though Jex was rather far away, she decided that the girl looked overall very mouse-like, with defined facial features, like a pointed nose and chin, her cheeks gaunt and hollow looking. The girl's wispy brown hair flies around her face as Jex descends and comes to land before her.

The girl sizes Jex up immediately as she lands, a blank yet almost hateful look in her seemingly black eyes, a bored zombie-like look painted on her face. To Jex she looks like she's half asleep, not 100% aware of what she's doing. The girl only studies Jex for a few moments before her hand comes up and squeezes into a fist, as if she's doing a bad Darth Vader impression. Except, it wasn't all that bad, considering Jex had just become away that her suit was being crushed around the middle, as if a huge hand was trying to squeeze her into a squished version of Jex.

"Look, I know my name is Crush," Jex starts off, struggling to speak. "But that doesn't mean you should take it as instructions!"

The girl gives no indication she'd ever heard Jex, just continuing on with slowly trying to squash the suit and the girl inside it. Jex lets out a strangled cross between a gasp and a scream. Jex hadn't wanted to hurt the girl, but between a wounded Meta and a dead Crush, Jex was willing to go with the former option. The sidekick raised her arm, and with the dwindling power of her suit, Jex shot her repulsor ray at the girl who was attempting to kill her.

The repulsor ray did just as it was supposed to, shooting the girl backwards and releasing Jex from the girl's vice-like grip, no doubt possible because of the girl's "mental capabilities" as Fury had put it. Jex knew he was hinting strongly at the fact this girl was telekinetic, but Jex had no idea what other powers the girl could've possessed. It was completely possible she was a little pre-teen killing machine and her sights were now set on Crush.

The sky had turned darker, as the little girl sent both Crush and the dust around her spiraling into the air. "Shit, this is not going to be good Jarvis." Jex mumbled.

"13% left Miss, Do you want me to-" She cut him off.

"YES DAMNIT!" As quickly as her reserves had turned on the tornado stopped and she was flung down to the ground, she caught herself and planted both feet on the ground.

She stood wobbling, staring at the girl her eyes showed no mercy and that made her shiver, but she noticed one hand was planted firmly around her neck; her eyes seemed to be covered with black staining tears.

"Please," came a small voice through her tiny mouth. "Save me, Kill me now…" her voice trailed off into blood curdling screams as her own hand ripped into her neck, the blood pouring down her shirt.

Crush ran towards her but a force seemed to push her back. A pair of arms wrapped around her, "It's okay let me take it from here." A smaller woman held her back a warm smile spread across her face.

The woman flicked her wrist and a blinker pulsed in Crush's face, "What?" the suit spun up into the air and started to fly to where she had come from. Jarvis's voice mumbled in her ear, "You have been sent to a destination that is undisclosed, but I think it's the S.H.E.I.L.D base." She smile but knew the tongue lashing she was going to get. "Fine, but let me at least get some sleep," Her cool voice cracked as she slipped into sleep, her dreams were the same Image over and over again. The red blood. Fresh and red coming from that poor little girl's neck.

Gemini stared into the eyes, black and dark. "Shh, baby. It's going to be okay, tell me first what your name is." the body slinked in a circle as it analyzed its new target. She locked her eyes on the girl, a voice dark and hateful slithered from her mouth, "I am The Darkness; your highness should know me." Gemini stared with distain at the voice, "I know you yes, but I will not let a piece of hate and evil consume such a beautifully gifted child." She knew only one of them could stop him, She was going to let fire fight itself with fire, she slowly let the darkness consume her, her eyes became as dark as the little girls and her hair pitch black.

"This Planet is mine; I will never let a mutant shit like you harm my people." Her voice was no longer kind and forgiving, the light side split from her, "Do you need me to consolidate with the girl." She shook her head and ran towards the body as Solas slipped herself from the body they shared. Cròn spun towards the girl and punched her into the air.

Nick and Natasha watched from above, "What the hell is she! How could you trust that? She is giving off the same energy signature now as the girl." Natasha slung her gun out of her holster and aimed at Gemini's head. Nick slapped the gun from her hand and stared intently at the two women now fighting the girl.

"Anois mo deirfiúr!" The Gaelic words from Cròn, made Solas smile "Yes, now my sister." She jumped and both met the girl midair. To those watching time seemed to slow as both grabbed the girl, but pulled two things apart. One was a small child that was the girl, she grabbed tightly to Solas as they flew far from the other two.

The other was a mangled man, his body was distorted and black bones stuck from his body, his mouth had no lips and his many rows of scissor like teeth shone brown in the sun. His eyes were a deep black, the color seemed to pulse itself through his body.

His body heaved as Cròn smashed his body to the ground. He was defenseless without his human host as she let her body become its full potential, she turned to the watching humans, "I am sorry for what will happen…" she turned on the body lying in the dirt. Her body became mangled and distorted, Natasha's eyes didn't leave her as her teeth and claws tore its way into the man's flesh. His screams ran out to the sky as his eyes cried black blood stained tears.

Solas grimaced and held the girl in the air covering her ears as she screamed, her whole body was shaking. When a host is left there are still traces, she knew that, but still the small child in her arms feeling a sliver of the pain the parasite was feeling made her cry.

She sent a message to Cròn, Please save her, drain him completely. A dark reply came to her and she hugged the child closer. As she watched the man be splayed into two parts the girls screams became chilling, the screams were not for his death but the death of the girl herself. Solas tried to calm the child.

He had a grip on her since she was an infant I don't know if I can… help her find herself maybe then she won't die with him.

Solas pulled the child's face towards hers; the brown eyes stared into hers with fear. "Please," she begged "What is your name?" her eyes flicked from one brown eye to the other. A shimmer of consciousness flashed through them.

"There you are my lovely lady." The girl continued to scream, Solas knew she had little time.

"I have no name…" she heard the sad voice in her head, so that's how she talks; she smiled and sent a reply to the girl.

"Then together you and I will name you." She felt a warmth come over the girl's body as the screaming lessened.

"You are strong little one, you are brave. I was named because I was a guardian of the light; my sister was named because she was guardian of the dark. What shall you be named after?" she felt an early memory come to her mind, a baby wrapped in a delicate pink blanket.

The baby reached out for a butterfly as it flitted closer to her face, the daisy around in the grass that she laid made the air smell clean and fresh. Solas smiled as a small humming bird came and landed on the child's hand. It delicately tapped its beak to the girls thumb, blessing her with its gift. She knew what to name the girl.

"Stellula." The name shook the air as the last screams from the dying man were gone from the air. The child wrapper her arms around Solas, Her voice had changed the pain she had felt being connected to a spirit of the darkness had been cleansed from her body. She spoke to her in the words of Solas and Cròn,

"Buíochas a ghabháil leat mháthair an tsolais." Solas smiled as she carried the child in her arms, she could feel a bond beginning to grow between the child and herself and so did Cròn.

"Where did you learn such beautiful Gaelic?" the child smiled and nuzzled her neck as she drifted to sleep, "From you both, my mothers." The words echoed in their ears. They had saved this child, Cròn grumbled as they walked towards the awaiting aircraft.

"Mother… Seriously?" Solas could feel a smile cross Cròn's face. Solas turned to face her, the blood of the thing still covered her but the darkness had receded. She smiled and grabbed her hand as they sat the child between them in the plane.

Nick looked at the two women and the child, "I have bargained for more than I expected, huh?" Natasha turned to face him, "I kinda like the way they kicked ass that quickly." The plane jolted to life as nick sat next to the girls.

"We have a new mission for you two; there is someone who is dying for you to be his guardian." He smiled and buckled himself in. The two women slowly blended into one again. She held onto Stellula and looked mockingly at Nick.

Gemini turned to face him, replying in unison "Is he cute?" The comment made Natasha laugh.

Nick looked at her and smiled putting his arms over his lap, "I have a feeling you will like him." Natasha tried to hide her snort as a delicate cough at Nick's reply. "Yeah girls, he's the normal ray of sunshine."