A/N:

This story was originally under a crossover, but after a lot of thinking over and writing, it was less of that and more focus on Captain America and the Avengers. Due to some complications in switching it around, I decided to delete the story from there and repost it under the right section.

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Nothing belongs to me, except the OC character.

Plot:

When she signed up to work for SHIELD, she didn't expect to help the Avengers, let alone striking a friendship with the Captain America. But after years of being destructive, could she have a better future that she dreamed once upon a time? Or will HYDRA steal that away as well? It seems like everywhere she goes her magic is a threat and danger to her and everyone else she cares for, but he believed otherwise. He helped her believe in herself

Chapter 1

"So, do you want to maybe get some coffee sometime? Or tea, if that's more your thing?"

Izzy looked at the guy sitting on her bed as she emerged, freshly clothed from her shower, barely hiding the grimace when she saw him still here. Last night's memory coming back to her in snippets but barely, she frowned at his hopeful look hoping to make this as quick as possible. This is going to be an uncomfortable situation, she thought.

"Umm, Carlos right?" Izzy asked awkwardly, she did not remember his name whatsoever.

"It's Michael," he said with a grimace.

Well, it's not like it could get worse. At least he's partially dressed.

"Right. Listen Michael," Izzy pushed through, her face burning red, "last night was, memorable," she threw his shirt at him from near her feet, "and you seem like a lovely bloke, but I don't do the morning after coffee. Or tea," she continued, grabbing his shoes from the outside her room, pushing him out of her room, towards the kitchen. "It was lovely meeting you, but I think you should be on your way." She opened the door, giving him a smile as a goodbye.

"But I thought we had something last night?" his face betrayed the hurt he was feeling and Izzy pulled at the end of her hair uncomfortably.

"Wankered me has something with almost anyone. Anything actually," she explained, hoping to rid of him quickly. "Don't take it personally mate."

"Umm okay?" he said as she nudged him out the door, leaving it slightly ajar. "You sure you don't want to get something to eat maybe Izzy?"

"I'm good, thank you. Goodbye now," she closed the door, her back hitting it as she slid down. "I thought American boys weren't supposed to be attached," she muttered. "Never again am I celebrating anything."

She sighed, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, turning on her coffee maker as she opened the fridge for milk. She had gotten accustomed to the caffeinated drink but needed to put half a gallon of milk in it to make it bearable enough for her to swallow. Hearing the door knock, she frowned leaving her coffee. Who the hell is here at this time she wondered.

Izzy cursed under her breath figuring it out; her shag partner probably left something and was here to get it back and she had to go through the awkwardness again. Hearing the knock again, Izzy rolled her eyes, and stomped off to open the door, all her manners out the door with it as well.

"Did you forget someth–" Her words died in her throat.

It wasn't her last night's shag, but a different man standing outside instead. He was tall, dark, wearing a long black leather jacket and an eyepatch over his left eye. The man gave her a small smile, a smirk more like it and nodded at her.

"May I come in?" He asked her politely, but Izzy was in no mood for politeness, the ends of her hair was standing and she could feel it in her gut that he wasn't as harmless as his behaviour.

"Who are you?" she asked, not in the mood for nonsense, closing the door halfway.

"Miss Black, it's about high time we met," the man said, his voice calm.

"I know who I am. I asked you who you are," Izzy said, her hand reached curling behind her back. Veni, her fist curling as it connected with her wand.

"Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD Miss Black," he said. Izzy only raised an eyebrow in question.

"I've been in the States for years, and I've never heard that term before, and I've done extensive research on every American slang," Izzy told him, her wand hand hiding behind the door, ready incase the man tried something.

"It's not a slang Miss Black. It's an abbreviation; stands for the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division," he told her.

"That's a mouthful," she observed.

"Hence why we call it SHIELD," he said. "I was hoping we could talk Miss Black."

"Why do you need to talk to me Mister Fury?" Izzy asked, not completely comfortable with letting the man into her home. "I have nothing to offer SHIELD, and until this moment I didn't know it existed."

"If you would let me in, I promise you no harm and you wouldn't need to use your wand Miss Black. I would very much appreciate not being jinxed," he tilted his head towards the door, right at the spot where Izzy's wand was pointed at.

She froze. Izzy had been extremely careful since her move to New York, avoided using her magic anywhere leaving her wand at home to the point her magic was bubbling under the surface and needed to be used. Yet she only used it in the bookstore she owned when alone or her apartment, but no one had suspected her of being a witch or anything of the like. The Ministry here had no qualms about her living here either, she just had to follow their rules, which weren't that different from England's. She couldn't figure out how this man in front of her knew about her wand, let alone her magic.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered, her poker face already in place, her hand clutching the wand so tightly, she was afraid it might snap.

"Miss Black–"

"Please stop calling me Miss Black," Izzy interrupted him. "My name is Izzy."

"I know Kingsley Izzy," he said.

"You say that like it means something to me," she retorted, still not trusting the man in front of her.

"He told me you'd be here and that you'd also be a bit uncooperative–"

"I'm being uncooperative?" Izzy exclaimed, interrupting Fury once more.

"Unless I showed you this," he continued as she hadn't interrupted him.

She watched him with hawk eyes as he reached into his coat, pulling a small golden orb out, and she raised her eyebrows, unable to hide her disbelief.

"May I?" he said, offering her the orb.

Izzy reluctantly put her hand out, watching the snitch fall into it, immediately extending its wings and hovering above it. She pursued her lips; she had left this in her vault, her and Harry being the only one to have access. Izzy looked back at him, her eyes betraying her curiosity. "How'd you get this?"

"Like I said, Kingsley gave it to me. He knew you wouldn't just trust someone off the bat," he remarked.

"He broke into my vault, but sure; and I never said I trusted you. That just made me less likely to hex you right now," she corrected him with a smirk. "But I will allow you to enter." She moved aside, opening her door completely and motioned him to enter.

"Thank you," he nodded, and Izzy closed the door.

Fury glanced at her wand, which was lax in her hands right now and Izzy stuck it into the pocket of her pajama bottoms. She lead him into her living room, watching him sit down on bar stool and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

"So why are you here? What's so dire that you couldn't have anyone else, because I'm sure if you knew Shacklebolt like you say you do, I'm positive he would've offered you a more substantial witch or wizard," she started. "I am also sure that he told you that I'm not much of help lately anyways, being an ex Auror."

"I know what Kingsley knows Izzy. And I also know you've been practising more wand-free magic lately, like your ancestors used to. That's makes you more powerful than any experienced Auror he had to offer me. Hell, makes you powerful than almost any wizard and witch," Fury told her. "Though I do have a question. Why practice it now? Your government made it illegal, did it not?"

"I don't owe you any answers, it's not me barging on your door," she retorted. "You still haven't answered my question Director, why are you here?"

"SHIELD needs your help Black, and we need your magic to help us," he said, getting off the stool.

"I'm not going to use my magic to help anyone," Izzy denied. "I don't work for you, and neither do I want to. This world's already messed up as it is, and it doesn't need me helping it become worse." Izzy had gotten up at this point as well, taking their conversation to the kitchen. "You're right. I've been doing wandless magic, but it's erratic. I still haven't been able to grip it yet and you do not want that near anyone. Coffee?" She offered him a mug.

"Agree to disagree Black, your magic is exactly what we need for this assignment," he said. "It'll help us understand it more and protect people more easily." Fury took the mug from Izzy's hand, letting her pour down the black liquid into it, letting her mull over the offer as she poured her own.

"If, and I say if, I were to accept your offer, what would that mean for me? My life here and my basically non-existent past?" She wondered, raising her mug to her lips. "I'm quite content with it here and I'm done with the fighting so I don't know how I would be useful."

"Well, we would have you work as a consultant then, giving us the knowledge you know, which is very useful. In addition to that, you would have your own team and a whole department to run, all under my directive," he answered, taking a sip from his mug. "I have an team in process that you would've been perfect for, but since you don't want to fight, a consultant is what we can settle for."

"I would want no records of me. No files, no data, no anything," she negotiated, "I don't exist in any records now, I refuse to exist later. You'll all come barking at me if I did."

"That's doable," he nodded.

"I don't want a team, no department to run. The less people that know about my capabilities, the better," she added, "fact is, I should actually be wiping your memory instead of negotiating a contract with SHIELD."

"But you haven't and the fact is, you're interested. Your powers could make or break SHIELD's capabilities, teach us more on what this world has as well as other worlds," Fury countered her. Izzy knew he was right, she was interested. A place to do magic without actually having to use it in a dangerous situation, she was very definitely interested. "Though, your magic alone is strong, but your recent practice has made it more powerful."

"Yeah, how did you learn about that? No one knows I've been practising wandless magic, but somehow you do?" Izzy sipped her coffee, her eyebrow raised in question as she stared at the man in her kitchen.

"I've been keeping my own tabs. Kingsley told me about you a year ago, not too much detail but enough for me to be interested. He told me that you of all people understand the lengths we go through to protect people and the world," Fury explained to her, "I've watched and seen you do it, read a couple of books and figured it out. Your library is quite more extensive than I figured, didn't have all the answers, but enough to help me fill in the blanks."

"Hmm, I know," she smiled. "So you had me tracked. You were good, I'll give you that. I had no idea."

"I do my best," he returned a small smile. "So that a yes?"

"It's not a no," she conceded, putting her empty mug in the sink. "You know you could've refused if you didn't want to drink the coffee?" she pointed at his still full cup.

"Didn't think you'd appreciate it," Fury said, handing her the mug back, watching her pour it down the sink. "Would you consider fighting, at all?"

"For SHIELD?" Izzy asked.

"I had something a bit more different in mind. You've keep track of the news?"

"Here and there. Just to be aware of any threats to me," she shrugged, not understanding.

"Tony Stark?" Fury asked, hoping she would know the man.

"You mean the scientist who flies around in a tin-can?" she questioned, unsure of why they were talking about him. "Sounds a bit too cocky to me."

"Well, I planned on recruiting him and a few others for something called the Avengers Initiative," he told her.

"And you want me to join your initiative?" she finished for him.

"I want you to lead it."

"What?" Izzy was in shock.

"You've led an army before. Actually, I believe you taught teenagers how to fight who helped win your war, your own soldiers," he had done his homework on her she mused.

"They were not soldiers, and they were not mine. We were fighting for our lives in a war no one asked for," she said irately. "We were children, and I am no leader."

"Which is why we need you to lead it," Fury told her.

"No, I can accept the consultant position, but I will not lead anyone anywhere," Izzy declared, her voice shaking. She could feel her pulse beating hard and suddenly the kitchen felt too small for her. "I can't. I won't. I'm done with fighting."

"Alright, alright," Fury raised his hands, showing her that he meant no harm.

"i'll be right back," she mumbled as she walked away, slamming the bathroom door close as she took deep breaths. She stared at her hands, the familiar blood stains appearing in front of her and she quickly started washing them, scrubbing her hands red. Her breathing was erratic and Izzy was having a hard time controlling it, and she saw the lights flicker and the water burst with pressure. Stepping away, Izzy raised her palm and muttered, "Cessabit," watching the familiar gold wisps come out, stabling the room and her heartbeat, and she took some deep breaths.

She could not afford to lose her shit, not when there was someone else in her home. Splashing her face with water, she grabbed the marble edge, her knuckles white and no longer bloody. She was pleased that she didn't freak out as long as she did the last time. Steeling herself for the awkward conversation with Fury outside after this, she walked out, shuffling back in like a kid who stole candy and got caught and saw him staring at the things she put on the fridge. "I'm sorry," she spoke, watching him turn to face her. "I just– last time I led a group of people, it didn't end well. So no, I appreciate the offer, but I rather be a consultant."

"Understandable, we'd appreciate it all the same," he answered. "But your job would also include consulting with the Avengers Initiative as well."

Izzy nodded. "Fair enough, as long as I'm not leading anything. Did Kingsley tell you anything about me? Other than what you told me?" she asked reluctantly. She had to know where she would be starting at with this place, with these people.

"Only that I couldn't go wrong and that he wishes you would've come back," Fury said.

"You know I can look into your mind to find out if you're lying to me or not," she mentioned, hoping it would guarantee the truth; and she wasn't lying either. She could go into his mind.

"I am not, and I hope you'd respect my privacy enough to not go there," Fury mused, watching her with apprehension, his one eye squinting at her.

"I won't but I make no promises of not doing it in the future. I don't like being lied to or not kept in the loop." Izzy had too much experience from her past that didn't allow her the pleasure of trust. She was not about to start anytime soon either.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," he amended.

"Just, no one gets to know about me. Not the whole truth anyways," she told him, wrapping up their conversation at this point. She wanted to go on with her day now. "Who else besides you knows?"

"Me and my right hand, Maria Hill. You'll meet her on your first day," Fury answered, sensing she wanted him to leave at this point. "I'll send you the files later along with your ID and the day you start. Your secret is safe and nonexistent."

"That's how I'd like to keep it," she smiled. "And here I thought I would be sending you on your way with nothing but a weird feeling of having something important to do today." She joked with him, feeling a bit more at ease with this thing now that she would find some purpose here.

"Have a good one," Fury said, walking out her front door, and she watched the door close behind him, locking it and sighing.

That was quite a morning she had, but she felt lighter, happier suddenly, like this was the something she was waiting for. She had a feeling, an itch for a while now, and nothing she did could scratch it just right. Right now, it felt like it was gone and she knew she made the right decision. Izzy was content with her life here so far, a small but good bookstore she ran and owned, some regular customers had become friends, and two young teenagers who worked for her looked up to her. She was content, but this, SHIELD would give her life a purpose again. Get her back into the field without putting her in the middle of it and she wanted it. A way to stay under the radar of her illegal magic, and she definitely could use that. As long as she stayed away from leading anyone, she would be fine and she couldn't help but let a small smile slip on her face. She had a lot of celebrating to do tonight.

Thanks for giving this story a chance guys. Appreciate the reviews and so on :)

And like all my stories, I will keep updating and reediting for grammar and such.

Reviews are always good motivators for more chapters guys!

Love, Elizabeth