Hey guys! I saw the Avengers the other day and I fell in love with the movie and a certain character *Cough* Loki *Cough*. Anyway ever since then I've been itching to write a Fanfic for it.

The main character, Izzy, Is completely my own creation, everything else isnt therefore I dont own it...Yup thats it.

So this pretty much follows the movie storyline (But its tweaked to fit Izzy in) so if you havent seen the movie I'm giving you a heads up; THERE WILL BE SPOILERS! So if you dont want the movie to be ruined I'd advise you not to read this until you have seen it.

That being said I hope you do enjoy this story :)

Chapter 1;

In Izzy's opinion bad guys were either old, mutated in some disturbing manner, creepy, crazy or just all of the above. Not that she could really comment much, the main 'bad guy's she'd met were her father's old college and right-hand man, Obadiah Stane, and Ivan Vanko. Either way, she'd never expected someone classed as evil to be . . . Attractive. What's worse she never expected that she, of all people, would be attracted to anybody remotely bad

That was until she met Loki, a powerful Asgardian god hell-bent on taking over and ruling Earth.

It all started with the Tesseract. She didn't know much about it but from what she'd gotten out of her father she assumed it was an energy source of unknown potential that had, somehow, activated and opened a portal through space which Loki came through. To Izzy it all sounded crazy, like something out of a book, but she knew better than that.
Now she was sitting in S.H.I.E.L.D's Helicarrier waiting for her father, Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man and Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America, to arrive back from Germany where Loki had supposedly been sighted.

She sighed in frustration and began to pace, fiddling with the handle of her dagger that was strapped to her hip, around the small room she'd been given to stay in.
She should be out there helping them fight. I have special powers too she thought with a frown. It was true, she had what people would call 'super powers' she had the ability to manipulate the elements such as fire, ice, air etc. But no one but her father, and probably S.H.I.E.L.D, knew of them. Not only that; she had impressive skills with a blade.

She held her hand out, palm facing upwards, and focused. Within seconds a spark flared in her hand and grew into a small flame that sat in the palm of her hand, flickering happily as she watched it dance along her skin. A soft knock at her door made her quickly quench the fire by curling her hand into a fist; pretty much smothering it as the door slid open.

Natasha Romanoff, one of S.H.I.E.L.D's best agents, stood in the doorway expectantly. She was what every man thought a beautiful woman should look like; she had red shoulder-length hair that intensified her electric blue eyes, full red lips and a flawless face and she was wearing her typical black skin-tight uniform that hugged her perfect curves. Yes Izzy was jealous but she didn't show it, after all Natasha was nice enough.

"How can I help you Tash?" She asked as she stood up and stretched

She frowned at the nickname Izzy had come up with

"Your dad has arrived with Loki. I just thought I'd let you know"

Loki? So they really did catch him she thought with a hint of surprise as she followed Natasha down a maze of hallways and rooms. No matter what anyone said, she would never cease to be amazed by the sheer size of the Helicarrier.

Natasha came to a halt outside of what looked like a laboratory and Izzy couldn't help but try to peek in through the glass windows. She wouldn't admit it but she was itching to see her dad again; no matter what she told herself she knew she'd missed him dearly. As is sensing her eagerness Natasha smiled to herself and quickly rapped on the metal door that slid open seconds later. Izzy practically bounded into the room after Tash and grinned when she saw Stark looking over plans of some sort, quietly she crept up behind him and looked over his shoulder; he wasn't looking over plans, he was attempting to hack into S.H.E.I.L.D's mainframe she noted with a smile

"Uh Tony, you seem to have a shadow"

Izzy glanced up to see another man that she hadn't noticed before. He kind of was young but his hair that was streaked with a few bits of grey told her he had a lot of stressin his life. But he smiled warmly at her and she returned it as her dad finally realized what he said.

"Hm? What's that?" He asked as his head shot up, whacking into Izzy's with a loud thump

"Ow!" She complained and clutched her head while Natasha burst into a fit of laughter

"Oh hey Kiddo" Stark said and grabbed her in a headlock, pulling her against his side

She squirmed desperately and tried to pull away from him but failed so she just stood their frowning in displeasure.

"So I'm assuming you're the infamous Izzy I heard a little bit about?" the other man asked again and walked towards them

I looked at him with confusion and shrugged.

"Yes Banner this is Izzy, my daughter, and Izzy this is Dr. Bruce Banner" her dad said and released her

"Oh! It's nice to meet you Mr Banner" she said and held out her hand

He smiled and grasped her hand in a quick handshake. She now knew the reason for his slightly greyed hair; Bruce Banner was the Hulk.

The moment Steve Rogers walked into the room it was obvious to her that her dad wasn't Captain America's biggest fan and that his feelings towards her dad seemed to be the same. Instinctively her hand went to the hilt of her dagger and she stepped a little closer to her dad.
Rogers eyed her distastefully and she glared back in return, she could almost hear his thoughts; 'Great, another Stark to deal with'. Not long after Thor arrived, creating even more tension as he started talking about the Tesseract

Soon the tension in the small lab was getting too much for Izzy and she rushed from the room, her dad would be able to explain her odd behaviour to the other 'heroes'.

She found herself wondering aimlessly down the white-painted steel walls of deserted corridors. She smiled to herself and relaxed; allowing her powers to fill her. She could feel the odd skin-tight suit that appeared whenever she stopped holding her powers back materialise over her body. The suit was pure white but markings, kind of like tribal tattoos, would etch themselves onto the material depending on the powers she was using; like now when she used fire a bright orange flame design etched itself onto the suit. She grinned, she thought it was cool.

Absentmindedly she turned into the one of the doorways that had been left ajar and sat on the floor not far inside it. She twirled her dagger through her fingers and closed her eyes, enjoying the peaceful silence that surrounded her. THIS is why I don't really like people, they make too much noise she though, with the exception of her dad and Pepper of course.

In fact the silence was so nice that she began to doze when a velvety voice shattered the silence

"That's probably not a good place to sleep"

Izzy's eyes snapped open and in seconds she'd snatched up her dagger, ignited a flame in her other hand and slid into a defensive crouch in the doorway ready for any attack.

"Well that was quite impressive" the voice chuckled from behind her

Slowly she turned around and her jaw dropped. The room beyond was a large circle with a kind of glass cage situated directly in the middle, a metal walkway surrounded the cage and a multitude of buttons and screens were sitting on raised platforms. But what shocked her most was the young man standing in the cage who was currently smirking at her. How the heck did I miss this?

"Who are you?" She asked wearily

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, maybe you should come closer" his charming voice called

Izzy frowned, she didn't really WANT to go any closer, but it was obvious that to get answers she would have to. Now a normal person would have walked away but not Izzy. Oh no she had her damned dad's stubbornness which meant she wouldn't just leave, at least not without answers.

Cautiously she approached the cage one small step at a time. As she got closer she could see that he was handsome; he looked to be in about his mid-twenties with jet black hair that reached his shoulders and curled slightly at the ends, deep sea-green eyes that sparkled mischievously, sharp angled facial features and quite an attractive smile.

"Ah yes, that's better" He grinned and eyed the fire and the knife in her hands "That's interesting"

For some crazy reason Izzy blushed, instantly defusing the fire and stashing her dagger back in its sheath

"It's nothing" She said quickly

He chuckled "It definitely looked like nothing"

She frowned at him

"You didn't answer my question"

"Ah yes" He smiled impishly "I highly doubt you'd like me if I told you"

"Your point? Why do you care if I like you or not?" She said annoyed at his avoidance to her questions

"I don't care. I just simply want someone to talk to"

"Well tell me your name and I'll talk to you"

He grinned and shook his head, sending his dark hair to flick around his face. A soft growl escaped Izzy's lips and he raised his eyebrow questioningly at her but the only answer her got was her plonking down on the metal walkway

"So tell me, what's a pretty girl like you sleeping in a hallway for?"

She blushed again and turned away slightly in a poor attempt to hide her embarrassment

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted to get away from my dad and his . . . Colleges who were fighting. And I was finally getting some sleep when YOU interrupted"

He smiled cheekily at her "I apologise ma'am"

She frowned in annoyance. She hated being addressed formally.

"Well tell ME, what's a pain like you sitting in a cage like this?"

Now it was his turn to frown

"I-I've done bad things"

"Obviously"

He cocked his head in confusion, as if he expected her to freak out, and smiled again. Izzy couldn't help but smile back; oddly enough she kind of liked this mysterious prisoner and he seemed to like her

She rested her hands on her knees and cupped her chin in her hands as she watched him sit down in front of her, they were inches away from each other and the only thing that separated them was the glass.

"I'm Izzy" She whispered without thinking

He smiled "Izzy? That's nice"

She smiled back and looked at him expectantly. His own smile faded as he opened his mouth to speak

"Izzy! What the hell are you doing?"

Izzy yelped and jumped in surprise at the sound of her father's voice. She turned and smiled sheepishly at him but flinched at the anger that was crystal clear on his face

"Get away from him. NOW!"

"Bu-But dad..."

Her words faded at the angry glare he shot her and she did as she was told.

"Do you have ANY idea who this is?"

Izzy shook her head; she'd never seen her father this angry before. Quickly she glanced at her friend; he'd slowly risen if the floor and was silently watching, annoyance flickered in his eyes when he glance at her dad, their eyes locked momentarily and she tried not to smile

"This is Loki" her father hissed

Izzy froze. Loki? No, no it couldn't be, she looked at her dad expecting him to suddenly yell April Fools! Or something but he didn't. Instead he walked directly towards the door pulling her along with him. She couldn't help but glance back at Loki who stared after her with a mix of guilt, sorrow and regret. His words echoed in her head 'I highly doubt you'd like me if I told you'.

Izzy was certain of one thing:
He was wrong about that

As a side note, if any of you guys are my regular readers chapters for both Birthright and Return of the Dragonborn are now in progress because...I'm no longer sick! :D So keep an eye out for them :)