It began when I was five years old, I was in kindergarten, and the teacher told me that I was not allowed to color on my arms because it was not what young ladies like me are supposed to do with my time. She slapped my hand, hard. I remember looking at her, tears and anger washing over my eyes, and then she was gone. Standing in her place was a small doll with the same frizzy hair and the same wide glasses that always seemed to fall down her face when she was reading to the class. None of my other classmates really seemed to notice, or care, that their teacher was turned into a rag doll until it was time for us to go to lunch. When we did not show up, the principle came and found that we were with out a teacher and everyone told him that I had turned her into the doll that was now sitting where she always sat.

That night when I got home was the night I found out a few things about myself that I would have never guessed or never hoped to hear. One, I was adopted into my family when I pretty much landed on their doorstep. A small baby with curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, how could they resist not bringing that into their family? Two, I had been showing some sort of odd skills since they had found me and they just kept it hidden from the world. Like turning a stuffed cat into the real thing that I had called fluffy since I could talk. Three, I was going away forever, my parents could not handle me anymore and worried that I would turn them into G.I. Joe and Barbie – which when they told me that I was going away I thought about doing. I was scared out of my mind, I had never been away from my family for more than a weekend before because they left me at my – whom I thought to be – aunt's house while they had a parents weekend off. This was a whole new world that they had just tossed me into and left me to rot there. What I did not expect was the life that came out of it, a new family in a sort of way, people who were not afraid of me because they understood me.

S.H.I.E.L.D first tried to place me into a foster home with people who understood what I was and how they could take care of me. They were an overweight man who sat on the couch and ate potato chips every day and a slim woman with hair curlers that would stay in her hair till noon when breakfast was finally ready. Thankfully, soon enough S.H.I.E.L.D found more interest in me as I found more interest in them. I had been watching the news, knew the things that were being covered up – like my teacher going missing – and wanted to be one of those people that could help save the world with my gift. Director Fury was one of the first people that I met by the age of ten and welcomed me in with open arms. I was by far one of the youngest agents that they had ever had before, but then again most agents don't turn their foster mothers hair curlers into snakes because she refused to give her a Poptart. By the time that I could legally hunt in the wild I knew how to shoot a gun and make the shot count.

I was a student to some of the best in the league but two seemed to make an exception and watch and care over me. Natasha Romanova and Clint Barton became like the parents that I had never had before, people that I could ask the questions of life to and they would blush up at having to answer it, they made sure that if I had a broken nose or a minor concussion that I knew how to take care of it no matter where on the planet that they were, they were the people that I went to for anything. Even after my powers grew more and more, they were there for me and were not afraid that I was going to turn them into dolls. One time, I even heard Natasha tell Clint how proud she was of me and I think that I smiled for a month after that.

I learned how to stop bullets in mid-air and make them drop to the ground, I learned how to stab my hand with a knife and make someone else feel the pain of it, I learned that pain was something that was just in ones mind if your believed it hard enough, learned how to shoot an arrow without even looking in the direction it was going, and hit the target, I learned that people die... it's just something that was going to happen anyway, so why stop it? Natasha taught me how to become heartless when it was needed and how to flirt with boys when I turned fifteen, and I learned that I was kind of a natural at it. Clint showed me how to get over a broken heart and how easy it was to get back into the game of love. No matter where I was compared to them in the world, if I had a question about life, I knew that I could call them and they would answer if they could. So when they finally picked a new name for myself, I decided that I was going to combined my parents names together to make my own and to pay homage to them. Black Hawk. Since I do not have a real last name, that is what they always call me by. By the time that I was an adult I was on my own, going where Fury needed me to be and with his full trust. Most of the time I was in the crew with one Agent Phil Coulson.

But one week was different. Coulson was off for the week for unknown reasons and that meant that for the week his whole crew was as well. It seemed like a blessing, it was the first week I had had off where I had not been injured or dying since I had pretty much joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and I lived it to the fullest. I was stationed in a research facility just in case they needed me for emergencies. I got caught up on everything that was happening in the world and laughed at the things that the normal people thought to be natural disasters. How Tony Stark was the most amazing man on earth and all about New Mexico still trying to rebuild after an earthquake hit there a few months back. I turned off the television and started to blast my music as loud as I could, knowing how much it pissed of the agent who had a bunk on the other side of the thin walls. But to my surprise I did not hear the pounding on the walls, no screaming for me to stop, nothing really. But I did not allow for it to bother me, that is until I heard the alarms going off and instantly jumped from my bed and got suited up and ran from my room to where I had last seen Clint.

"What's going on? Someone talk to me!" I yelled into my walkie-talkie as I started to run even faster down the flights of stairs, slamming into people as I went.

"Amora? What are you still doing here?" The Director's voice chimed through.

"Taking a nap." I rolled my eyes as I felt the ground shake. "Leave that stuff here, go!" I screamed to someone as they tried to pick up the weapons that had fallen to the ground.

"Get out of here now, Black Hawk." Fury screamed into the receiver as I laughed and kept running.

"No offense Director, but you brought me here for a week in case there was an emergency. Well I think that this pretty much covers as a huge emergency if you ask me." I sighed as I finally made it to the center of everything to find the tesseract, a little blue box with the power of a thousand hydrogen bombs and more, was at the center of everything. "Well that's not good." I said as I looked from the cube to the Director.

"Not good at all." He said as he looked up and I smiled as I noticed that he was looking to Clint, who smiled just a bit as he scaled down a rope and landed only feet from us.

"Show off." I shook my head as I looked to the tesseract.

There was something about it, some form of power that just seemed so. . . familiar to me. As I took a step closer to take another look at it, I could feel my arm reaching out to place my hand onto the cube. It was almost like it was calling to me, telling me to come and take it from it's place. It sounded like it was singing to me. Telling me that it was mine to take. . . calling me by a name that sounded so. . .so important. As reached out to grab it to touch it, it was almost like it was cheering me on. But that was when I was pulled back, away from it, Clint shaking me until I finally looked to him, and instantly started to shake my head as hard as I could.

"What just happened?!" Clint asked as I looked from him to Director Fury.

"It. . . it was calling to me." I said as I placed my hand onto my head.

"Calling to you?" Fury questioned with a doubtful look on his face.

"It was telling me to take it, that it was mine to have. Director it wanted me to take it and never bring it back here. I think. . . I think that it told me that it was not safe here." I whispered as I looked it once again as I could hear a scientist screaming behind us and Fury running in that general direction.

"We need to get you away from that thing. I have never heard of another people having that kind of experience with it." Clint said as he place his hand onto my shoulder firmly.

"Do you think that it's because we are both not from this planet?" I asked as I looked to it once again. "Maybe that's what's wrong with me. . . maybe I'm not even human." I shrugged.

"There is nothing wrong with you. . . we'll talk about this later. . . if we even survive this." Clint said with a smile coming to his face, always with such hope he was.

That's when it happened. The cube made a beam of light that caused both Clint and I to look that way and see it form into a wormhole large enough to fit a whole elephant thought it. All we could do was stare at it as it grew a bit more before shooting out. I had just enough time to make a shield around me, Clint, Fury, and the scientist that had been right beside of Fury when it happened. The rays from the blast knocked out more of the lights within the whole area. As I lowered my hands and allowed the protective bubble to pop around us I could see him kneeling where the wormhole had been.

He was something that seemed like they had come out of a dream, someone that I had known long ago and had simply placed into the back of my whole being. Just the look about him sent shivers up and down my spine as he smiled in my direction. But that is when he first saw me and something about that look caused him to stop dead in his tracks, only for a moment as he stood, keeping his focus on me. The way that he looked, the way that he kept his eyes on me only, made me feel like he was an old friend that I saw in the movies, the one that you would scream the name to and run into their arms as fast as you could and they would spin you in the air and it would be the perfect moment. I lightly smiled back to him and I could feel Clint take his hand off of my shoulder and place it onto his gun. He was nervous for the both of us.

"Sir, will you please put down the spear." Were the words that cause the dark haired man to look away from me and onto the Director. As he looked from him to his spear-like weapon was when another kind of smile came to his face, one that made my heart stop, and then he shot a beam of light, much like the one that he had come from, right at the director's heart.

I was able to shield the Director and Clint without even having to look at them and knew that Clint had tackled Fury to the ground. But I could not seem to move from my place as I just watched the man take down eight of my men without even laying a hand on any of them. I had never felt this way before, never had I been able to feel myself be scared for a moment. There he was, only feet in front of me, smiling still and looking to me as he placed his hand out for me to take it. I starred from him to the spear thing in his hand, I did not understand whatsoever. But something told me, from all of my fellow agents being down and being all alone with a psychotic maniac that I should do whatever it was that he wanted. So I lightly placed my hand into the strange man's hand. I was scared out of my mind, but did not allow it to show as he lightly placed his lips onto my hand.

"How long has it been since the last we have met?" He asked as he looked me in the eyes.

"I. . . I'm sorry, but I do not think that we have meet before. I think that I would remember someone who had a weapon like that in and kissed with such soft lips like those." I smiled sweetly as I tried to keep him calm.

"My, my, Odin really did what he said he was going to do and give you a fresh start someplace where we would never meet once again. I am truly surprised that he would do such a thing to you, my poor, sweet, girl. But I do like the body that you have chosen for yourself. It suits you." The man as he took a step back, still holding my hand, and looked at my whole body and making me feel rather exposed.

"Thank you. . . I think." I said as he nodded lightly to me but as he did so he had to stop in his tracks because of the barrel of Clint's gun being right at the side of his head.

"Do you really think that is going to do anything to me?" The man asked with a smile as he slammed my hands away and swung at Clint, bringing his arm down to the ground. "You have heart." He said as he placed the spear right to Clint's heart.

"Clint!" I cried out as I watched almost in horror as Clint's eyes went from their normal color, to black, to a bright blue, and then placed his gun back into his holster and stood there like a little puppet. "Clint? Hawkeye? Agent Barton?" I cried out as I ran to him as the man walked into the other direction. "Dad?" I whispered as I shook him as hard as I could.

"So this is who you have chosen as your father figure? Well I always knew that you had the better choice of the two of us." The man muttered from behind me.

"Common, common, work for me dammit." I whispered as I placed both of my hands onto his head and tried as hard as I could to break whatever this man had placed onto him. "Give him back to me, now." I hissed as I spun around and looked the man dead in the eyes.

"Now that is the spirit that I remember in you." He smiled as I placed my hands before me. "But what do you think that you can do? You do not remember most of anything that you were taught, not a single thing that you learned and slaved so many hours to find out about, just little pieces of magic that come to you between now and then."

"How do you know who I am?" I questioned, though it almost sounded like a beg that made the man snicker.

"Because, my dear girl, we are gods among mortals." He smiled as he looked around us.

"Liar!" I screamed as flung my hands towards him and tired to turn him into a bunny in which he just deflected it by throwing his hand from his waist to beyond his head.

"Really?" He snickered as he looked behind him to find that one of the agents had turned into a little white rabbit.

"It's the first thing that I could think of. You try coming up with creative stuff on the spot and see how you like it." I rolled my eyes.

"Please don't." The man said as I looked in the direction that he was now looking to find that Fury was trying to leave with the cube. "I still need that."

"This does not have to get any messier than it already has." Fury said without even turning to us. He was about to leave me here, with this maniac.

"Of course it does. I have come too far for anything else. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose." He said with pride within in.

"Loki." I whispered as I looked at him.

"Loki, brother of Thor." One of the scientists stated as he stood, this seemed to piss of this Loki.

"I'd shut the hell up about the whole brother thing if I were you." I muttered as I kept my eyes only on Loki. "Thor. . ." I whispered lightly.

"We have no quarrel with your people." Fury stated from his place in front of where Loki had been standing only moments before.

"An ant has no quarrel with a boot." Loki stated with a smile coming to his face, I tired to hide mine as well.

"Clever." I muttered and could feel his glare come upon me for only a moment.

"Are you planning to step on us?" Fury questioned.

"Duh. I think he already kind of has." I whispered so quietly that only the strange man heard it and snicked for only a moment.

"I come with glad tidings. Of a world made free." The man said as he moved around the group of us.

"Freed of what?" Fury asked, I nodded to him, knowing what he was finally doing. Stalling. He was going to make sure that this man never left this basement. Taking our lives with him.

"Free of freedom. Freedom is life's greatest lie. Once you accept that in your heart." He said as he placed the spear onto the scientists heart. "You will truly know peace." The mans eyes starting to do the same thing that Clint's had

"Yeah, I kind of think that you mean the other thing." Fury stated with only a hint of sarcasm splashed within it.

"Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place it about to blow and drop a hundred feet of stone on us." Clint said as I shot my heard around and looked to him.

"Like the great Pharaohs of old."

"Clint what the fuck is wrong with you?" I begged as I tired to move towards him but found Loki's arm wrapped around mine, keeping me back.

"He's right Sir, we have about two minutes before this thing goes critical." The scientist stated as he looked towards Loki as if he had all the answers.

"Well then." Loki said as he looked to Clint, who instantly took out his gun and shot it at the director, Loki keeping my hands down so I could not block it. "Until we meet again. Amora." He whispered as his lips collided with mine.

"How did you. . .?" I asked but I could feel myself becoming weak. As he started to walk away I looked to Clint, who simply walked around my body to pick up the case in which had the tesseract within it. My eyes started to become heavy as I crawled over to the Director who was already on his feet and pulled me up. "You sure know how to take a bullet." I smiled as he pulled me into his arms and started to run for it.

"Barton has gone rouge, again Barton has gone rouge. The tesseract is with him. Get it back at any cost." Fury stated as he started to run up flight upon flight of stairs.

"Do not let them kill him. I don't think I would allow this place, or any place with S.H.I.E.L.D's name on it to remain standing if you were the reason why Clint died." I muttered and my head bobbled around.

"They will only if they need to." He smiled to me lightly as he kicked the door open and ran for the nearest helicopter, throwing my body onto a seat and then jumping in as well.

"Well that was an adventure." I smiled as Fury placed his hand onto my head.

"It has only just begun." The director said with a stern tone as he looked out the door and started to talking into his walkie-talkie once again, but I was too far gone to hear a word that he was saying. All I could see were those eyes starring at me as I fell out of consciousness.