This fanfic is an idea I got with one of my best friends (She-Wolf-By-Heart) about a year (if not two) ago. She's been urging me to post it for months, and here it is.

Okay. So this came from a crazy idea. What would happen if us two, crazy girls from Quebec, ended up meeting the Avengers. We started writing it for fun. I did most of the writing, but my friend's parts are hers. What happened is that the 'for fun' ended up in already over 35 000 words written, and I'm far from being done.

Now, mark my words. I didn't change our names because they are useful to some things in the story but that doesn't mean that you can think that everything is real. It's not. Some traits of our personalities are. Some things about us are real. But not everything. And whatever love story might pop up in the fanfic is the product of pure imagination, okay?

Now...

Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership on the Avengers and everything that has to do with Marvel's universe. This is the pure product of imagination. The only thing that belong to me is my own character, and She-Wolf-By-Heart's character is hers.

Warnings: Possible graphic descriptions of violence. Lots of swearing (I'm serious, I'm not being polite) so if it disturbs you, don't read.

If you see mistakes (not that I have a tendency to do a lot of them), kindly notice me, please. I have no beta right now. If you're interested, feel free to propose yourself.

Phew... Long note. Okay, on with the prologue and chapter 1!

- StormySkyLeaf

Prologue

Did you ever have a moment in your life where everything was suddenly thrown in the middle of a hurricane? Where everything you knew changed in such a way that it would never be the same again?

I did. My best friend, Vanessa Poirier, too.

I am Alexanne. Alexanne De Bellefeuille. From Quebec. 24 years old, going on my 25 years old. Studying in languages. Fluent in English, French, Spanish and German. Learning Italian.

Single. Living in a small but cozy apartment.

My life suddenly went amiss on the 15th of February, when my best friend and I were at my apartment. A friendly meeting, exchanging news, spending some precious time together since our studies took a lot of place. I still remember the meal. I had made steak with flavoured rice and green beans.

It was after supper that things went wrong. I was showing Nessa some things on my laptop. Pictures, documents, projects… Anyway.

It happened in three successive 'pops'.

Pop! A strange swirling blue thing appeared in my living room.

Pop! Vanessa and I were suddenly prisoners in the swirly blue thing.

Pop! We were in the middle of a large living room, the television making lots of noise behind us and six shocked faces gazing at us with obvious surprise.

And to make things even better, we knew who were in front of us.

A man with an arc reactor. A man wearing a white shirt with a red, white and blue shield. A red-headed woman with a gun in her hand. A sandy-haired man with startling pale eyes and a bow. A man whose eyes were hesitating between chocolate brown and radioactive green. And a strange tall man holding an even stranger hammer.

We were in the middle of Avengers Tower. In New York City, United States.

What. The. Fuck.

For your information:

I (StormySkyLeaf) am Alexanne.

She-Wolf-By-Heart is Vanessa.