A/N: The story is an AU of what might have happened if the Chitauri won the Battle for Manhattan. It's movieverse obviously, but it will include other Avengers that appeared in the comics and TV series. I've also got an OC added into quite an important part but more on her later. I'll try and update once a week on a Friday or Saturday, but that might vary for some people because I live in Britain. I really hope you like it and if you do please leave me a review, even if you don't have an account. I don't think I've forgotten anything except...
Disclaimer: Oh yeah! No I am not Marvel studios, nor am I Stan Lee or any other writers or creators of the Avnegers. So no, I don't own the Avengers.
They had all bit the dust, all of them.
Hill was in hospital in a coma, not expected to wake up.
Coulson was dead, killed by Loki's sceptre.
The Black Widow was taken prisoner.
Hawkeye had gone deep underground.
Iron Man had taken Pepper and headed for the hills.
The Hulk had turned back to Bruce Banner and disappeared off to Calcutta again.
Thor had to go back to Asgard and fend off an invasion.
Fury was in hospital, bleeding internally, not expected to survive.
Only Captain America was left, even he had taken a heavy beating.
He didn't know why or how he ended up standing at Nick Fury's bedside with a woman with black hair and electric blue eyes, she looked battered and beaten and her dark cat suit with stripes of glowing silver was torn in places.
"You look like crap," muttered Fury.
She smiled shakily. "You look worse."
"Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer," he sighed which was followed by a racking cough.
"C'mon you old Cyclopes," she muttered. "You've fought back against them for almost a year, that's not long enough! They're still advancing, we need Nick Fury."
"No you don't," he shook his head weakly. "You need the Avengers."
"The Avengers?" she frowned. "Aside from Captain America here, no one has heard from the others since the battle for Manhattan. The Black Widow was taken prisoner at the battle, it's not likely that she's alive, Hawkeye went deep underground when he thought she was dead, Stark is in the back end of no where with his new wife, Banner's back in Calcutta healing the sick or something, Thor and his hammer are worlds away! And you expect us to get them back together?"
"No, I expect you to get them back together; you Jackie," he said.
She was speechless.
"You're my protégé, you can do this, and I've been grooming you for the job for the last year."
"A year isn't that long," she countered. "I'm not ready!"
"Maybe not, but you will be soon," he closed his eyes and it was clearly a struggle to get them back open. "You're in charge now Agent Baxter."
He closed his eyes again. They didn't open.
"Director Fury? Fury?" she shook his arm slightly, then roughly. "Fury! Nick! Nick!"
The medics pushed her out of the way and Steve caught her around the waist, pulling her back as the medics called it. Steve pulled her out of the room and let go of her. She stalked to the other side of the corridor and slammed her fist into the wall. She breathed deeply and rested her head against the wall; closing her eyes.
"So, what's next boss?" Steve asked quietly.
She breathed deeply, once, twice, three times and then straightened up. She turned and looked Steve dead in the eye. "Get me Janet Van Dyne and Hank Pym."