A/N This Story has humor in it because when my brother and I talk about fanfictions we actually write them as we talk. So I was busy acting out half of this chapter. I really hope you like it and it doesn't go too far.

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Okay, so this sucks.

I stared at the man's face as I tuned him out. I didn't really care about what he had to say but he still continued blabbing and gesturing wilding with his hands as he paced. I rolled my eyes as I watched him.

My kidnapper.

Oh, now that has a real ring to it. I snorted under my breath and tried—again—to move my hands. My slight movement set them on fire. I hissed slightly and wiggled more but my wrists were too raw and the pain was too much. I slumped into my seat again as he continued to ramble.

I didn't catch much since I was, once again, searching the room for weaknesses. I caught I few words; Barton, SHIELD and some chick called Fury. I didn't see the use for such information but my brain stored it away anyway for later use. Hearing my name I turned back and looked him in the eye.

"Have you even been listening?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

I didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Of course" I said sweetly, grinning sarcastically.

He hesitated before going back to his speech. I sighed quietly and decided I should finally listen. At least for a minute… or two maybe, if he was lucky.

"So after you get into the laboratory, you will find her and—" Nope too boring.

So his speech was a mission? Too bad so sad. I'm not interested. Might have been if they hadn't kidnapped me. Or if that big brute hadn't punched me like there was no tomorrow. Doesn't matter that much, I believe in a concept called revenge. And large guns.

I sighed loudly and heard his speech come to a halt. Looking up I saw him glaring at me.

"Hello, may I help you?" I asked sarcastically, growing tired of the game he insisted on playing.

Suddenly he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Yay, silence. My heart beat quietly in my chest and there was a dull ache in my wrist which I had already learnt to ignore but other than that I could've called this peaceful. I heard the door to my cell open once again and I looked up tiredly.

Mr. Kidnapper walked back in with a grim smile and a file in his hand. He walked behind me and untied my hands expertly. I brought them in front of me and rubbed them gently, shooting him a small glare out of the corner of my eye. He came back and stood in front of me, hands still grasping the file.

"Read this, you leave in 0200 hours. Complete this mission and you are free to go home. We will not bother you or seek you out again." He said, thrusting the file under my nose.

With a nod in my direction he walked out.

I shook my head and looked down and the folder in my hands. I flicked it open and skipped the profile page before I came to the last page. It had a small description of the target; I read it over, brown hair, big brown eyes. Boring. All that bothered me was what I was meant to do with this young woman. My eyes skimmed the page, looking for the actual task. my lip twitch slightly as I found what I was looking for.

Kill.

Now that. That I could do.

I smirked as I watched the other agents stagger while the jet hit some turbulence. I caught a few of their glares but I couldn't care less. I fingered the gun that was strapped to my upper thigh.

That made them avert their gazes pretty quickly.

Snorting to myself I looked out of the window at the front of the jet. It was quite light outside but slowly fading into twilight. I turned to look at a nameless agent who had pushed an earcom in my direction. Grabbing it roughly I inserted it in my ear and turned to gaze out the window again.

I knew my mission and I knew my target. If I did this they would leave me alone and stop hunting me down like a rabid animal. Seems fair to me. I sighed under my breath. Another day, another hit.

I felt the jet plummeting and rotated my jaw so my ears would pop. I looked around quickly before facing Mr. Kidnapper reluctantly.

"I'll feed information through your ear piece and once the mission is done, ditch it and leave. Stick to the shadows and don't get reckless," he said before roughly pushing me out of the Jet.

I watched the door slowly shut before I turned and started running along the back streets. I had vaguely heard my location before, somewhere near New Mexico, I think. A little town in the middle of nowhere. Now how am I meant to 'leave' after this? Start hitch hiking along the deserted highway?

I scoffed as I came to a halt outside a large glass building. I was impressed; it was a damn nice looking Lab, even if it was in the middle of bloody nowhere.

Mr. Kidnapper said through my earpiece that a window was open south of the building. I rolled my eyes but efficiently made my way towards said window, effortlessly making no sound. I slowly crawled through before pausing as I caught sight of a framed photograph.

It was Jane Foster.

I tensed before silently opening the door and slipping out into the hallway, ears perked for any noise. I was an Assassin but I had my rules.

The one important rule that echoed in my mind was not to interfere with SHIELD and the recently named band of superheroes known as the Avengers… the other rule had something to do with no Pop-tarts before 6am, but it didn't entirely apply to the situation so I pushed it out of my mind.

I froze when I heard a loud voice start laughing, "Just warn me next time Jane!"

A light voice scoffed back, "this is what? The second time you've tasered him? I mean, come on Darcy! You've meet the man countless times!"

I bit back a smirk before standing up straight and looking cautiously into the room. It was empty except for the two females I had heard talking seconds ago and I recognized them both.

While I refused to get involved in a fight that wasn't my own, I made sure to know enough to avoid such a situation. Like making sure I knew the faces and back stories of anyone involved with the fore mentioned Avengers.

The two women kept bantering playfully as I walked into the room confidently. I had to play this right.

Since Miss Foster was pacing as she argued with her friend she saw me first. Her brown eyes widened and fear leaked into them when she caught sight of my darkly clad body and armed hands. Miss Lewis must have caught the sudden change in behavior because she spun around and looked at me from over the back of the couch.

"Evening," I said smoothly, swallowing my accent.

"Who—I don't—I mean—"Jane continued to babble as I fingered the gun in my hands casually.

Now was not the time for error so, instead of answering, I raised my gun and fired a shot. It muffled as it hit the armchair neatly sitting behind Jane, ripping a bloodcurdling scream from her throat. I ripped out the earpiece before crushing it under the heel of my boot. I gave them my attention once again.

"May I suggest that you, Miss Foster drop to the floor while you, Miss Lewis call the bloke you seem to enjoy tasering," I said bluntly, closing the blinds in the room behind me quickly.

They both looked scared… and unresponsive. I sighed and rubbed my nose before taking Jane's feet out from under her and snatching Darcy's phone off the coffee table in front of me. Jane let out a small cry as she hit the ground before trying to get back on her feet.

I took her feet out from under her again as I sifted through Darcy's contacts. Darcy seemed to snap out of it and she attempted at grabbing her phone. When I held it out of her reach and sent her a glare she hesitated before rushing over to her fallen friend.

"Ah, Lady Darcy," a voice boomed over the phone, quite loudly may I just add.

"Mr. Odinson, if you wish to see your girlfriend alive I insist that you and your friends get your asses down to New Mexico," was all I said before ending the call and throwing the phone to the floor carelessly.

Jane face had hardened and she had swallowed her fear, "Are you going to kill us?" she asked, I opened my mouth to respond but she continued ranting, "Because the Avengers won't agree to any of your terms," she said with a… sneer was it?

"And they won't hesitate to kill you," she finished harshly.

I raised my eyebrows at her sudden change in behavior. Crying wreck of a woman to fiery little pixie in three point two seconds. Impressive.

I chuckled humorlessly, "my terms are that they stop the undercover group that wants your head and they leave me the hell alone," I said pointedly before peeking through a crack in the curtains before righting them again.

"I don't understand," she said with a frown, her fire already dulled.

I sighed; we were running out of time damn it! "I was kidnapped and ordered to kill you but I have a sense of humanity too thank you," I growled out, "now are you going to be a good girl and play dead?" I snarled at her.

She froze before sharing a look with her friend. I didn't bother to analyze their expressions and settled for pulling a blade out before stalking over to the trembling pair. Jane saw the blade and her eyes dulled, as if she knew what I was about to do.

She couldn't because even I didn't know.

"Why?" she whispered to me, trying to meet my eye.

I turned a glare on her, "this isn't my fight," I said, my voice dangerously low, "I have no reason to kill you or want you dead, so please," I asked, my façade starting to slip, "lay down otherwise they won't hesitate to finish the job," I practically pleaded.

She stared into my eyes for a few seconds before nodding determinedly and lying down, sprawling herself out recklessly. I ran over to her and turned her head away from the doors and windows, so she wouldn't have to worry about them looking in her eyes.

"Miss Foster, I'm going to cut your arm… it will bleed a lot but if you place it on your stomach it will make it look as though you're bleeding from a wound. When they leave we'll deal with it," I managed to say, as I grabbed her arm and waited for her permission.

At her timid nod, I harshly ripped the knife through the soft skin under her forearm, leaving a wide gash. She gasped and let out a muffled cry before clutching the now heavily bleeding arm to her chest. I pushed her down before tugging her arm down so it lay on her stomach, forming a small pool of blood.

I rushed over and flipped the armchair cushion over before running and hiding behind the counter, trying to silence my breathing. The front door slammed open suddenly and Mr. Kidnapper strolled in as I begged for this to work under my breath. He walked calmly up to Jane before giving a sick, twisted smile. He turned to the group of men behind him.

"Move out, no doubt Miss Lewis has informed SHIELD," he said dismissively, shooting Darcy a cold look, while she stared back… looking shell shocked, "Oh and if you see Miss Riley, take her down," he said before stalking out of the house.

I felt anger flare in my chest at those words. The bastard had promised that I would leave scotch-free. I struggled to bite back the harsh laugh I felt bubbling up in my chest. Since when have people like himever told the truth? Or kept a promise for that matter?

After a few minutes of tense silence I shot out from my hiding place and sprinted towards Jane. I didn't want to push it, her blood would be flowing freely now and I had to stop it. I dropped down by her as she sat up, still looking coherent.

"You okay?" I asked quickly as I pulled off my leather jacket.

She nodded, "it's gone numb but I'm starting to feel a little dizzy," she admitted, pressing a hand against her head.

I nodded as I ripped off the bottom of my black tank top, exposing my midriff. It made a harsh sound against the silence, causing Darcy's head to shoot up, her eyes wide and startled. I wrapped the dark material tightly around Jane's forearm before I leant back on my legs and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Jane looked up at me, "t-thank you," she said slowly, clutching the arm to her protectively.

I tensed up a little, I know it sounds cliché but I had never been thanked before. Well besides my mum… but she doesn't really count. I hesitated before giving her a soft smile in response.

"No problem Miss Foster," I said quietly, standing up once again.

"Jane," she corrected me, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Jane," I echoed slowly, backing away slightly.

"Uhm Thor and the others will be here soon," Darcy's voice cut into the silence, sounding slightly shaky but other than that; fine.

Jane nodded relieved, "thank god for that," she muttered.

Darcy's face split into a grin, her usual self shining through, "actually, I believe you have Odin to thank for delivering such a nice piece of ass—"

"Darcy!" Jane scolded, her face flushed and bright red, gaze skipping between myself and her crude friend.

I chuckled quietly at the dark haired girl's bluntness, causing her head to snap to mine. She narrowed her eyes and I stared back unflinchingly.

"Jane? What do we do with..?" she trailed off, waving her hands at me wildly.

"I'll just be heading off," I said, my smooth voice back in place as I edged towards the room I had came from.

Jane shook her head, "Thor will want to thank you, and so would the others," she said, shakily rising to her feet, "you saved my life," she said with a bright smile.

I shook my head, "I'd rather have all my limbs intact," I said distractedly, a slither of my accent slipping though.

Darcy sighed, "I'll deal with this," she said, sounding like an impatient child.

I shot her a small glare before bringing up a hand to run through my caramel coloured locks. I heard her rustling through her bag as Jane shot me another smile.

"Why didn't you?" Jane blurted out, "I mean why didn't you kill me?" she said, patting down her wild hair, although it did nothing to help.

I gave her a tense look, "this isn't my fight," I told her, making sure it was drilled into her brain, "you don't deserve to die, and even if you do it is not by my hands or the hands of a man like that," I gestured to the door Mr. Kidnapper had walked out of before sighing, "this isn't my fight, but I have a feeling I just dragged myself into it," I admitted under my breath.

Jane nodded sympathetically before frowning, "What… what's your name?" she asked nervously.

I hesitated, unsure if I should tell her or not, "Phoebe," I said slowly, eh what the hell?

"Well Phoebe, I have one request," Darcy said as she walked back over to us.

I tore my gaze away from Jane's to stare into her eyes, "Don't kill me when you wake up," she said before raising her hand and pressing a button on the device in her hand.

I felt pain shoot through me before I fell to the floor.

Jane stared at the unconscious body of the assassin who had just saved her life. She turned her gaping features over to her best friend who stood there with a satisfied smirk.

Jane's mouth open and shut, no words leaving her lips. Darcy just stared back, a somewhat innocent expression on her face as she toyed with the small device in her hands.

Jane muttered before turning to look down at the still twitching body of Phoebe.

"You and that bloody Taser," she mumbled.

How was that? Good for a first chapter?