A/N Hi! Uhm welcome to this story I guess. Just to make some things clear. Thor the dark world has happened in this fic. Captain America the winter soldier not. Because I haven't seen it yet. Also here Loki is part of the avengers. It will be explained why somewhere further in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the avengers, or any of it's characters. English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
Chapter one.
I'm creeping through the shadows of the forest. No one sees me. No one hears me. There's no one here to see or hear me anyway, but still. Years and years of training made sure of that. An arrow is carefully nocked in my bow. I prefer to fight with my swords, or my scynte, but when you need to hunt for food, a bow is more useful. I stop behind a tree. I glance around it. Near a small puddle of water a deer is drinking. I let out a small breath, draw my bow, step around the tree and shoot. Seconds later the deer drops dead. A black arrow coming out of the side of it's chest. I pull my cloak closer to me when a cloud blocks out the sun. It's getting colder every day, November's only a week or two away. I run to the deer, and take out my arrow.
"That was a nice shot." A voice behind me says. "I can do better of course, but still pretty good. I drop to the ground and roll into the shadows. My cloak covers me, so no one can see me. I lift my head a little so I can see who spoke. Three man are standing near the tree I just stood. One in a suit. and two in normal clothes. I slowly get up, but stay in the shadows. I use those to get behind them unseen. I get out of the shadows and kick the first one in the back of his knees. I shove him and he falls to the ground. I spin around and turn the the next one. I grab his wrist and twist it behind his back.
"Let him go, or I'll shoot." I turn my head to the source. The third man has a full drawn bow pointed at me. I turn the man I'm holding around so I have a human shield in front of me.
"What do you want?" I ask him.
"We just want to talk." The man whose arm I have twisted behind his back says.
"Right. I have heard that one before. Now who are you, and what is it you want?" The man I kicked got up by now. He grabs me and holds my arms behind my back in a tight grip. I'm forced to let go of the man in the suit and I struggle to get free. However it doesn't work.
"Miss Coulisses, I'm agent Coulson of SHIELD and I'm here to offer you a job." The man in the suit says. He's rubbing his wrist I was just holding.
"Why? And how do you know my name?" I ask them. I kick the man behind me on his toes as an attempt to get free. Also doesn't work.
"Just stop trying to get away." The bow man says. "There are three of us, even if you got free from Cap's grip. You'll never get away."
"I have been a master thief for about 700 years, try me." I hiss at him.
"You've been on SHIELD's monitor for a while now, miss Coulisses. We want you to join us." The man named Coulson says. I stop resisting and stay still.
"What kind of job?" I ask him. He's got me curious. And once I get curious, I want to know more.
"I assume you've heard of the alien attack eight years ago?" He asks. The man behind me, I believe his bow man called him Cap, lets me go.
"Yes, I've read about it. Some power obsessed alien named Loki tried to take over the earth. The Avengers eventually stopped him and his army." I say while rubbing my wrists. "Why, is this relevant?"
"Yes. As you also may know, Loki had to serve the earth as a punishment for his crimes, and eventually became part of the avengers. Now it's time for a new member. We want that to be you." Coulson says.
"Why me? And why now?" I ask cautiously.
"Because we believe you are the right person. We'll explain you why we chose you on the way. You'll have to come with us to New York, and live in the avengers tower."
"Give me one good reason why I should?" I ask him.
"We have someone who can train you in magic. We know you can do a few spells, but you can't always control it." Coulson says. The bowman grins at this. "And if you take the job, we'll delete everything we have about your past."
"How far back goes this past?" I ask him. Maybe he only has the last few centuries.
"We have 700 years. Thefts, murders, kidnappings. Everything." The bowman says.
"If you know what I've done, why choose me to join your little superhero club?" I say. It doesn't make any sense.
"Because we believe in second chances. We know that you don't act without an assignment, a master as you call it. So we're willing to forget it and move on." Coulson explains.
"Fine, but under three conditions." I say.
"And that is?" Bow man asks.
"I can come back here every once in a while, and I want to know exactly what you have on me before you delete it. And last, I'm not going to agree to the job now. I'll try for a week, and if I like it I'll stay." Coulson nods. "Then we have a deal." I step forward and offer my hand. Coulson shakes it.
"So, when will we leave?" I ask him when he lets go of my hand.
"When you are packed and ready to leave." bow man says. I nod.
"Who are you? I can't keep calling you bow man." I ask him.
"Clint Barton." He tells me. "Good pick on the name though. In SHIELD I'm known as Hawkeye."
"Nice to meet you then Clint." I pull down the cowl of my cloak. My stark white hair falls to just above my knees. "Follow me, I'm going to head home to pack." I pick up the deer and put it over my shoulders. It's quite small, so I can carry it like this. I can't leave it in the wild like this. I turn around and start walking.
"So how long have you been living in these woods?" Cap asks. Untill now he hasn't said a word.
"About 500 years give or take." I answer coldly. "Not many people come here to bother me. Who are you? I've never met anyone with the name cap."
"Oh, that's just short for Captain. I'm Steve Rodgers. Also known as Captain America." He says and we're walking in silence again.
After about a 20 minute walk we arrive at my house. I put down the deer before my front porch and open the door. I walk in and put my bow in the corner near the door. I undo my cloak and hang it on the other side of the door. I stretch my raven-like wings and walk further inside. I can almost feel the stares I get. I hate it when people stare. I fold my wings around me as tight as possible, I never liked them. They only emphasize that I'm different.
"Make yourselves at home. It won't take long for me to pack. Oh and they're called wings, in case you forgot." I say over my shoulder. I grin and go upstairs. I quickly pack some clothes. Not much, most of it is made in the dark ages, or at least in the style of it. I was born then and grew up in those ages, it's normal for me. I only have a few sets of normal clothes, because I have to leave the forest sometimes to get supplies I can't find in here. I change into a pair of dark jeans, a dark geen shirt and a black zip up hoodie. There are two holes in the back for my wings. Now the real question is, which books will I take with me. I quickly get a few and stuff them in my bag. I get the leather bound notebook I'm currently writing in and also put it in my bag. I swing it over my shoulder and go downstairs. I put my bag on the counter. I get my laptop and put it with my other stuff. It's the only kind of technology I'm familiar with. I read the news online with it. I walk to where I put my swords and scynte.
"Almost done." I tell the three men in my living room. I strap my twin swords on my back, under my hoodie so they can't be seen. I take the scynte and walk to where Coulson, Clint and Steve are.
"Woah, easy there, no need to kill us." Clint immediatly says. I roll my eyes and mutter a spell. The scynte dissappears into thin air. At least it looks like that. I just transported into a vault of some sorts.
"Wasn't planning on it... yet." I get my violin and put search for the case. Eventually I find it on top of the piano. I never leave without it, if I know I'm gone for a while. "I'm done." I tell them, and I walk back to my bag.
"One more thing. This may be a strange question, but how long will we be in public? And how long does it take to get to new york?" I ask Coulson.
"Not much longer than 20 minutes. We only need to get inside Avengers tower. Why?" He tells me.
"So I know how long I need to conceal my wings. A lot of people are not used to them." And I don't like people staring at them. I add in my mind. I mutter another spell, and my wings dissappear. "They're only invisible. The spell will last for about an hour. Should be enough." I fold them on my back, and pick up my backpack. I walk to the front door and get my cloak. I fold it and stuff it in my bag. I get outside and wait for Coulson, Clint and Steve.
One 20 minute silent walk later we get out of the forest. A black SUV with some kind of logo is parked besides the road. I look back at the forest I lived in for 500 years one last time.
"Second thoughts already?" Clint asks. I shake my head.
"How about you leave the place you've lived in for a long time." I tell him. I walk to the car and put my bag and violin case in the back. I get in and Coulson starts the car.
"So who will be at Avengers tower today?" I ask no one in particular.
"Tony probably, considering it's his tower. Thor, Loki and Bruce. Romanov is on a mission and'll be back tomorrow." Coulson answers. I nod. I haven't been in a city in a while, I wonder what's changed.
"So why now? You said you'd explain on the way." I say, eyes fixed on the landscape outside.
"The earth has recieved a threat a few weeks ago. A treath we can't deal with alone. We can use all the help we can get." Coulson explains. "You'll hear more once you've officially joined." I roll my eyes, smart move. He's got me curious. Who is this mysterious threat. I guess I just have to stick around to find out.
My eyes widen a little when I see the city. A lot has changed. Buildings are taller, billboards are brighter, and streets are fuller.
"Just a question, how long has it been since you've been in any kind of city?" Clint asks when he sees my reaction.
"Last time was somewhere in the early 1920s. Not too long ago." I shrug. "I must say it has changed a lot since then. A lot more… hateful. People don't know when to stop and look around them. To appreciate what they have." I finish. We stop for traffic lights and I look at everyone at the sidewalks.
"Everyone is in a hurry. No one just stops for one moment to see the beauty of the city. They just keep going to where they have to be, without looking at the road." I say more to myself than to others.
"You can say that." Steve mutters besides me.
"How come you're not that cold as you was in the forest?" Clint bluntly asks. "Don't get me wrong. I just noticed it. and wondered why that is?"
"It's easy to put up a mask, to cover all emotions. I do that to everyone I don't know yet. Until I know they're not a threath, until I know they're not going to hurt me I keep it like that. Considering you offered me a job, and this time it doesn't involve my skill set in the wrong way. I think you're not a direct danger to me." I explain.
A couple of minutes later we stop in front of a huge tower. Nearly at the top of it, in big bright letters 'STARK' is spelled.
"I thought we where going to Avengers tower." I ask Clint.
"It's a nickname, Stark is Tony's company's name, The avengers just live on the top floors." He explains. We get out and go inside. Steve got my bags.
"Oh, thank you. I'll take them." I tell him. He shrugs.
"No it's okay, I don't mind." He tells me. Inside more people are running around. Coulson leads us to an elevator an we get in. The numbers go up to 49, after them there are 9 symbol buttons. A hammer, an ark reactor, a radioactive sign, an hourglass, a target, a shield, a helmet I think, a shield logo and two folded wings with a scynte crossing them.
"What are those for?" I ask.
"Each of the avengers has it's own floor." Steve says. "Thor, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, me, Loki and you. The last one is the common floor. We'll be going to that one." He points to a button at each name. I nod. Clint pushes the shield logo and the elevator goes up.
"Good evening everyone, I have noticed everyone of your arrival. They are waiting for you in the common room." A british voice says. I jump at the sudden noise and look around to find the source of the voice.
"Relax, that's just Jarvis. He runs the place. Tony's AI." Clint explains.
"Sure." I say but I'm still looking around to find out where the noise came from. I'm searching the ceiling when the elevator doors open. I don't notice it, Steve, Clint and Coulson already got out when I hear a new voice.
"Uhm what is she doing?" I turn my head to the new voice and see it belongs to a middle aged man.
"I was searching for the source of that voice I heard earlier." I tell him.
"Jarvis." Mutters Clint. I nod and get out of the elevator.
"Well then you can look for ever, you can't find him. He's a program I designed." The man offers his hand.
"The amazing Tony Stark." I hesitantly shake it.
"Roselia Coulisses." I answer. He smiles and walks to what looks like a living room. Clint, Steve and Coulson follow him. I shake my head and too follow them. In the living room are three more men. Two are standing and waiting for something, one is sitting in a chair reading a book. Steve puts my bags down near the door.
"Do not worry! Tony Stark has returned!" Tony exclaims.
"Is he always like this?" I silently ask Clint.
"Always." Clint grins. I sigh, that'll need some getting used to.
"Do you always talk like that?" Tony says in response.
"Yes, why?" I say back.
"Oh great another one." He groans. "You talk like you're from England in the dark ages."
"Close, but not exactly." I tell him with a grin. "France, Germany and the Netherlands in the dark ages, England in the renaissance."
The two men standing look up. The one with the book keeps reading. The first man is huge, I mean really huge. He has long blond hair and looks like he could lift the entire building. He's wearing some kind of strange armor. Like he's from the norse middle ages. Mostly with the colour red and gold. The man next to him looks a bit nervous. He's playing with a pair of glasses in his hands. He has brown curly hair and brown eyes. He steps forward and offers his hand. I shake it.
"Dr. Bruce Banner." He says. I smile and nod.
"Roselia Coulisses." I say back.
"French for wings? Good pick." He says back. I look over my shoulder and see the familiar black feathers. I frown. I thought the spell would last for another 10 minutes.
"Is something wrong?" Brace asks me.
"No, well yes I just thought the spell I put on them would last a little longer." Now the reading man does look up. Yet he doesn't speak. I stretch my wings to their full length. Keeping them folded up like that gets annoying after a while. Eventually I fold them into a comfortable position and walk to the large blond man. I offer him my hand to him, but instead of shaking it he pulls me into a bear-like hug.
"Thor Odinson." He says when he finally releases me.
"The Norse god of thunder?" I ask him. He lets out a booming laugh.
"The one and only, lady Roselia." He laughs. I wince at the 'lady' I don't like it. Now his clothes makes a lot of sense. The reading man stands up and comes to me. He has long black hair and beautiful green eyes. He's at least a head taller than me. He also has the strange armor, yet different. It's black and green and more made for flexibility. At least it looks like that.
"You have magic?" He asks in a low voice. I look to the floor.
"Yes, I know a few spells. Summoning my weapons, manipulating elements, illusions to hide my wings, but I am not very good at it." I say. I never was proud of my magic. When I was younger people would call me demon's child, or devil's spawn.
"It is nothing to be afraid of Lady Roselia." He tells me. Again I wince when I hear 'Lady'. "I am Loki, of Asgard."
"Just Roselia. I don't like the Lady, brings back memories I would rather forget." I say. He nods and there's a silence.
"Okay, am I the only one wondering why SHIELD brought in a little girl to the Avengers tower?" Tony breaks the silence. I laugh.
"I'm almost certain I am older than most of you. I can't help it I look like a little girl to you. I just stopped growing or aging when I turned 23." I can see how it looks. A young woman with stark white wavy hair, red eyes and raven wings.
"She was brought here as an addition to the avengers initiative." Coulson explains. "You should read more, then you would've known."
"Oh I know we're getting a new member, I just didn't think it would be a little girl." I sigh and roll my eyes.
"Again, I am older than I look." I say. This is getting annoying.
"How old are you then?" Tony asks.
"First that is very rude to ask. Second I lost count. I think it's around 720, but I don't remember the exact number." Most of the men in the room look shocked, I just shrug.
"Okay new question, why did SHIELD bring in Grandma? Can she even fight?" He's getting on my nerves. I mutter something and my scynte appears in my hand.
"Come again?" I ask him. "If you want a demostration, all you have to do is ask." I say in my sweetest voice, laced with sarcasm.
"Okay I admit that was pretty cool. But it takes more than just a few tricks." Tony says.
"Then I'll show you. Do you have a training room with a dummy or something like that?" I ask.
"Better, I will fight you." I turn my head to the source of the voice. It's Thor's.
"Brother, I don't think that's a smart idea." Loki says.
"No it's fine. I'm sure he can handle himself." I smile. This is going to be fun.
"Oh I'm not worried for him. He can be a bit rough when it comes to combat." Loki says. I narrow my eyes at him then close my eyes to use magic to change into fighting clothes. Tight black pants, a green long sleeved shirt. a leather sleeveless vest over it to protect me, on my lower arms brown leather straps to protect my arms. My hair is pulled back in a half braid as usual, the lower part of it flows over my back in it's usual waves. To make it complete my camouflage cloak. I doubt I can use it here, and it's a bit old fasioned, but I'm used to it. I open my eyes and see Tony staring at me.
"Let's go." I say to Thor. "Before your brother locks me up to prevent me from fightning."
A few minutes later Thor and I are standing across each other in a gym. I decided to use my twin blades first. Everyone is standing behind a glass wall so they can see, but can't be harmed in the crossfire. I'm standing in a starting position, and Thor's holding his hammer.
"So let's make some ground rules." Steve says. "Fight fair. When one of you falls to the floor on his or her back you loose." I nod, and so does Thor. "Then let's begin!" Thor immediatly charges at me. I knew he would. I jump up and use my wings to jump over him. I turn around and kick him in his back.
"Predictable." I tell him. "Try again." I smirk. It has been a while since I could fight someone. He turns around and charges again. He swings his hammer. I let out a breath and use my swords to deflect him. I slide the left one under it and lift it up. I turn around so my back is agains his chest. I use my right arm and hit him in his stomach. I jump up and fly to his back. I land and kick him in the back of his knees. He falls to his knees. I jump on his back and force him to the ground. Before he hit's the ground I spin him around so he lands on his back.
"Like I said. You're predictable." I grin and offer him my hand to help him up. He smiles and takes it.
"You are a fine warrior, la-" He stops himself mid sentence. "Roselia." I nod and thank him.
"Anyone else wants to try?" I ask the others. Tony's staring with his mouth open. Bruce is smiling, and Loki smirks.
"I'd love to." he says. I smirk back, if he's as good as his brother… This'll be over soon.
"I thought you didn't want him to fight me. How is this different?"
"I saw what you are capable of." He tells me
"please tell me you're not as predictable as your brother." I tell him.
"Believe me they're complete opposites." Steve tells me.
"Well then. Shall we start?" I smile. This is going to be interesting.
A/N Please review, I want to know if you like it.