AN: Hey, guys! So this is a really cool crossover fic that I've been working on with a friend of mine. I've never written a story like this, with another person, and neither have I done a crossover. This is just the intro chapter, the bulk of it comes later. We're still writing at light speed and not looking to slow down anytime soon, so look forward to many more updates for once!

Enjoy!

~Kiro


Chapter 1:

I Want You to Join the Avengers Initiative


Severus sank down into the cushioned chair behind his desk, dropping his face into his hands. He rubbed his temples, listening to the thunder pound at the outsides of the castle and thunder rumble through the stones. Though the headmaster's office was on the second floor and not near the roof, the storm was violent enough that echoes permeated the air throughout the entire school.

The day before had been a long one, though no longer than any other. An incident in one of the Care of Magical Creatures classes had resulted in four eighth years being hospitalized. Severus had been subjected to the ranting of parents and siblings, leaving him with a migraine the size of Scotland and depriving him of several hours sleep. Now, he was once again confined to his office for another day of paperwork on too little sleep and a lingering remnant of a migraine.

Severus reluctantly reached for the first of a foot-high stack of papers, only to be interrupted by the trumpeting of the wards. They signaled a non-violent greeting, more a knock than anything else, but that could quickly turn for the worse. Within three seconds, Severus was heading for the door, already planning how best to take out any group of rogue Death Eaters that had taken it upon themselves to attack the school.

When the gates opened a dark skinned man with an eyepatch was glaring at him. Though it looked like this man didn't do too much besides glaring. He was easily recognizable because no one could forget a face like his, even if it was just a glance at the cover of a muggle newspaper or a muggle television program.

This man was Nick Fury. He seemed to have stopped very many disaster with his new team, the Avengers. This included Obadiah Stane, Hammer, an Asgardian invasion, New York, the president being assassinated, and a global take over done by HYDRA. Most importantly, he was a muggle. Oh, sure, he knew of this world of heroes and gods but he was still an ignorant muggle talking to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Severus sneered, a vicious smear of derision and disgust on his face at the muggle on his doorstep. Obviously the wards were lacking if this man was here. He should be wandering through the woods right now, trying to find a way to get back to his house where the stove might have been left on. Severus had to derive the man's intentions, obliviate the fool and strengthen the muggle repelling wards. Just another inconvenient annoyance to add to his headache.

"What are you doing here? How did you get past the muggle repelling wards?"

Severus gripped his wand strongly in his hand, glaring with all his strength at the rude interruption to his morning. Fury let out a sigh; why did this have to be so hard?

"I was able to get past them because I know five gods whose magic can easily best yours. Then the reason I am here is much more of a serious matter." Fury said glaring back but he did it more casually without much effort put into the glare.

Severus scowled, brow furrowing.

"Yes, obviously you have gods working for you, why did I not think of that? You have thirty seconds to explain why you are here and why I should care before I throw you out of my school."

"Because this world is quickly changing. Magic and superpowers are becoming more and more known. With my team there are secret worlds they are unequipped with to deal with. That is why I am taking some risks and recruiting more people from these worlds. As headmaster of the most prestigious schools in the wizarding world I was thinking you would have an idea of who would be interested and able. "

Severus eyed the man before him. The muggle was an idiot if he thought that Snape cared about some stupid, insignificant muggle problem like too many homeless kittens in Manhattan. Just because the existence of the entire world's population had been saved a few times before by some group of abnormal extraterrestrial lifeforms did not mean that there would be any such threat in the future that required his help.

"That I might, however, it does not follow that I would be willing to help you in this unnecessary and futile endeavor."

Severus lifted his wand, preparing to cast an obliviate over his unwanted visitor.

"And what if the Chitari had destroyed the world does it become just a muggle problem? What if a wizarding threat was to get to big, your society needs our help as much as you need ours. Then, you are not only other secret that we want to keep. London almost gets destroyed every Christmas because of an alien race what if that was to succeed. Or demons were to spread because two stupid hunters can't keep Hell closed up. Teamwork is crucial at a times like these because if one group knows what to expect then the others will, either."

Severus's lip lifted in a sneer.

"Teamwork is a sign of weakness in an individual. Your oh-so-precious teamwork is what leads to mistakes. People are weak. Now leave before I obliviate you."

"Honestly? Teamwork is what has lead to the Avenger's program to begin with. We are simply looking for more members."

Severus was just about to swish his wand in an obliviate when he heard the loud crunch of running footsteps and heavy breathing coming up behind him. With a sigh, he waited for the annoying werewolf to come up beside him.

"Wha-" Remus coughed, "-what happened, Severus? I felt the wards go off, but it took me this long to disentangle myself from the gaggle in the infirmary."

The wizard pulled up at the headmaster's side, keeling over to rest his hands on his knees and catch his breath. The full moon had been two days ago, and the man really should not have been out running so soon afterward.

Fury raised a brow looking to the wolf/wizard. "Hello," he said calmly looking to the man. He then looked back up to Snape, "I am simply trying to be prepared because there are things out there that no one knows about… and we all should worry."

Remus looked back and forth between the two men, looking confused and tired.

"Wait, what's going on? Excuse me, Severus, but who is this man?"

Severus sneered, eyeing Fury up and down, unimpressed.

"This muggle is attempting to convince me to join him in his silly venture to protect the earth from ruin or some such nonsense. I have found it prudent to decline. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to send him on his merry way."

Severus turned his gaze on Remus, glaring full force at the panting werewolf. Remus seemed to perk up slightly, unbending and grasping the gate rails to keep his balance.

"Wait, saving the earth? Isn't that a good thing? Severus, you can't just obliviate him if he's trying to keep the world here for us to live on. We may be wizards, but we can't live without Gaia."

Severus snorted, turning to fully face the righteous wolf.

"All that he is putting together is some absurd group of Gryffindors who show off and, by using 'teamwork' or some such nonsense, clean up the mistakes that this team made in the first place."

"Motherfucker I am right here." Fury crossed his arms unusually cool. "My team didn't cause this world's problems. They were caused by a group of aliens trying to destroy earth. Along with a megalomaniacal god under mind control."

Severus turned back to contemplate the man who was still on the other side of the Hogwarts wards.

"Oh, yes, none of it was the world's fault. Not the tesseract, which the government insisted on keeping for research. Not SHIELD's security breaches, which ruined the entire agency, and definitely not the entity's use of its enemies dangerous and controversial technologies against them. Not to mention your team members' mistakes which caused the entire earth to be invaded as well as terrestrial terrorist activity. Tell me, Fury, is there anything that threatened our existence that was not caused by your team or your government?"

Fury cleared his throat, "Voldemort, as well as a certain rogue dragon that could have gone past this school of yours. Not to mention the hundreds of children's lives you put in danger because of three headed dogs, gigantic snakes, not sending the students home when they were being petrified, then a tree that can kill you and the spiders in the forest. Then if you want ones that aren't you that are from others: London gets attacked every year because a stupid alien called the Doctor can't keep his nose out of anyone's business. There was the crack in time and space, Dalek, Cybermen, lizards living under the crust, balls of fat, shapeshifting aliens that took over the parliament of England, an alien of the same race called the Master. I'm sure you remember the vote Saxon incident. Then there are the two stupid Americans that can't keep a hellmouth shut. Then there was a mastermind whose criminal empire spanned the globe."

Severus bristled, rage pooling in his gut. He prepared to either hex the man, unleash a hellish tirade, or both. Unfortunately, the damned nozy werewolf cut in before he had the chance.

"I totally agree with you, Fury."

Severus snapped his gaze over to the fellow wizard, glare stumbling with shock only to come back full force. Remus continued.

"None of that should have happened, and definitely not the things that we were capable of stopping. But there is nothing that we can do about that now, can we? The great wizard who was in charge of those mishaps is no longer here, and we can't change the past. We can, however, work together in the future to prevent it. You said that you were forming a group that is supposed to stop these things?"

Both wizards turned to look at the one-eyed muggle.

"Yes. I was expanding the Avengers initiative to include other groups who have had near world destroying problems. The Doctor and his company and the demon hunters from America, along with Sherlock Holmes."

Remus turned to contemplate how murderous Severus was. Since Severus was only glaring, which was pretty much a permanent feature, he reached over and parted the wards, pulling Fury through.

"Well, then, come on back to the castle. There are some people you need to meet. They're all in the infirmary right now, but I'm sure that they would love to hear more and help out."

Fury nodded following Remus, "Thank you." He looked back at Snape before he faced forward smirking.

Severus, fuming, stomped off after the pair, passing them and billowing ahead into the building.

When Remus and Fury entered the infirmary, it was to find a crowd of mingling witches and wizards, who were making a racket to wake the dead. Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy lay on hospital beds, surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers. Fireworks were zipping around the room, courtesy of the Weasley twins, and loud angry voices could be heard from Madam Pomfrey's office just off the main infirmary room. Eight teenagers loitered around in various positions all over the large room, talking in loud voices until one caught sight of the newcomers.

"Remus!" Harry, called, sitting up a bit in the bed while cradling his left arm, which was bandaged from shoulder to fingertips. "You came back! What was up with the wards?"

Remus beamed from ear to ear as the rest of the crowd turned to take in him and his visitor.

"Oh, turns out that we had a visitor! Everyone, this is…" He trailed off suggestively, hoping the muggle would interject with his name.

He rubbed his temple and sighed, "Nick Fury."

"Nick Fury, everyone! He wanted to talk to you about joining some sort of group, it sounded like the Muggle version of the Order."

Harry gasped, sitting up further to get a better look at the man. The twins leaned in, and everyone else began to quiet as well. Unfortunately, a firework picked that moment to zip once more around the room and bump into Fury's face before retreating a few inches and exploding.

Fury grumbled and rubbed under his ear. "Yes, it is very important that you listen to me." He took a breath calming down and folding his hands behind his back. "This world had been threatened too often for groups not to come together. I am the director of SHIELD and the man who started the Avenger's Initiative. A program which I am now expanding because-"

The door at the back of the room slammed open and a tall man with long, white blonde hair swept out. His cane clacked on the floor, and he called out to his son.

"Draco! Get up, we are leaving. You shall be treated by a specialist. Now come, we are leaving this hell hole."

Fury glared at the man his lips thinning, "I was speaking! Sit down and shut up and wait until I'm done, or I swear to god I will shove a boot up your ass."

For the first time, the man who was obviously Lucius Malfoy observed the newcomer.

"Excuse me. I am a very powerful and influential member of the Ministry of Magic. Who, might I ask are you, or shall I just call you 'uncultured Yankee swine'?"

"I am the director of SHIELD. Now sit down and shut up motherfucker."

Lucius sneered, looking over the director of SHIELD as if he were a particularly disgusting substance which he had found on the bottom of his shoe.

"Oh, SHIELD. Isn't that the useless merry band of superheroes that the muggles cooked up to solve all of their political problems that they couldn't handle themselves."

"You are talking to the creator of that team! And that was not their purpose! It was to save lives and the world. Which they have done! There was no politics involved with the initiative and I will never let that be their main focus. Now I would sit down and shut up before you face the wrath of Nick Fury!"

Malfoy scowled, if indeed a Malfoy could scowl, and turned to face his son.

"Draco. Get up, we are leaving."

Draco shrank further back into the infirmary bed, shaking his head side to side.

"No, father. I'll be fine here. Madam Pomfrey already fixed me up, she says I just need to rest and I'll be fine." His eyes flickered back and forth between Lucius and Fury.

Lucius growled, taking a menacing step forward.

"Draco…"

Fury let out a growl and he pulled Lucius back, "Leave now and I will continue talking to the people who want to hear it and not make a scene."

Lucius shook off the other man's hand, then took a step back and seemed to measure him up to see how much of a threat he posed. After a moment, he sniffed delicately, turned, and swept out of the infirmary doors.

Fury grumbled something under his breath and he turned back to face the other becoming calm again quite quickly. Which was actually kind of scary, "Now that mess has been cleared up, let me continue. I plan on expanding the Avenger's Initiative because threats have come up between different groups of people. Humans/mutants, wizards, hunters, PIs, and aliens. I need people from the wizarding community to join."

Luna leaned forward from her position criss-cross on Neville's bed.

"Well the snurpuffles seem to trust you. They always have liked powerful muggles."

Fury sighed and looked to her rolling his wrist, "Whatever...or something."

Harry tremulously smiled.

"Eh, well I can't argue with the snurpuffles, now can I? I guess I'm in. I'm not going to get rid of one evil bastard just to have another one succeed in his place. What do you think, guys?" He scanned the crowd, one after another meeting each person's eyes and receiving a nod of consent in return. When he reached Malfoy, he hesitated, but still looked at him in askance. Draco looked nervous and uncertain, but eventually he nodded.

Grinning, Harry turned to Fury and adjusted his glasses up his nose.

"I guess all of us are joining then! You'll want all of our names, yeah? And… specialties?"

Fury nodded in agreement, "And a way to contact all of you."

Harry nodded, smiling. "Okay. Guys, I'm sure you can all introduce yourselves?"

They went in a circle, starting with the twins.

"Fred and George Weasley!"

"Pyrotechnics-"

"-wizarding technology-"

"-pranks-"

"-and do-dads."

"Available by flooing or stopping in the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."

"Neville Longbottom. I'm good with plants, and you should be able to find me here at Hogwarts or the Longbottom residence."

"I'm Luna, Luna Lovegood. I specialize in magical creatures." She smiled dreamily. "You can contact me here at school."

"I'm Ron Weasley, I do strategy, and I come with a package deal with Harry and Hermione. You can find me here or at the Burrow."

"Harry Potter. My specialty is Defense, I guess, and I'll be here at Hogwarts."

"Hermione Granger, research and planning. You can find me here."

At last, the chain reached Draco.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, I have some experience with dark magic, and you can find me either here or at Malfoy Manor."

"Well it will be nice to have all of you on my team." Fury nodded before motioning that he needed to leave.


Sam and Dean were arguing under their breaths in the small cell glaring at one another. While Castiel just looked confused. "Sammy they are going to get us how are we supposed to explain everything?"

"We don't"

"Sammy with the thing in New York a few months ago do you think they are really going to think we're insane?"

"We can't take any chances." They grew silent hearing footsteps come towards them. Nick Fury was then standing in front of them and he crossed his arms.

"I have a proposition for you."

Dean blinked and he looked over to Sam who just nodded.

"Okay."

"Free from prison no charges if you join the Avengers."

"Deal."


Nick Fury knocked on the door to 221B. He sighed; this was the third group he had to get. He just hoped they would be more cooperative than the others had been, though he suspected not.

A crash and a yell sounded from the flat above, followed immediately by two male voices arguing loudly. About a minute later, heavy footsteps clunked down the stairwell on the opposite side of the door, and it swung open to reveal a harried-looking man with short blond hair and a kind smile, sporting a strawberry jam-coloured jumper.

"Eh, sorry 'bout that. I just had to- well, um, how may I help you? Are you here with a case?"

"I am here with a proposition for work but not a case.."

John Watson tilted his head, smiling charmingly at the man.

"Eh, well, either way it's best you come in. I'll make you a nice cuppa while Sherlock gets dressed."

Fury nodded, "Very well."

John nodded and led the way up to the landing and the entrance to 221B. Here, he stopped and turned to look at Fury.

"Why don't you just wait here. I won't be a minute."

With that, he slipped through the door, locking it behind him.

Fury sighed and he leaned back against the wall waiting for him to come back.

Inside, the two voices from before started up again.

"Sherlock! I told you to get dressed, there's that Fury man from the papers outside!"

"Well, then, tell him to come in."

A thump.

"Sherlock, you are absolutely starkers! We are not letting a very important man into the flat to see your lily white arse dirtying up the couch."

A thump and a slap.

"But John, just two minutes ago you were saying that it was your lily white arse."

"Yes, and as it is mine it is my right to say who does and does not see it now put-" a grunt and the shuffle of a heavy object being pushed across the floor- "some-" another shove- "clothes on!"

A sigh, and the thump of footsteps across the floor. A door closed inside the flat, and two seconds later the outer door opened.

"Sorry 'bout that. Sherlock's always stubborn at the least opportune moments."

Fury nodded, "I would suggest also getting thicker doors." He sighed looking to John.

A light pink flush tinted the man's cheeks.

"So you heard all of that, did you? No, no, on second thought don't answer that. Just come in and sit down, I'll just put the kettle on."

He motioned with his hand and retreated from the doorway, picking his way between stacks of books and bits and bobs of unidentifiable… things.

Fury walked in and sighed preferring to stay standing. It was just the nature of his training.

John rustled through various cabinets, pulling out three mugs and rinsing out both them and the kettle thoroughly. Opening another cabinet, he suddenly pinched his nose as a foul odor drifted out.

"Sherlock! I told you to move these hearts yesterday!"

Nothing but a thump came from the other room, so the man simply sighed and retrieved the tea bags, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove to boil. He turned to watch Fury, leaning against the counter with his arms propping him up.

"So, what are you here to talk about?"

"I have expanded the Avenger's initiative to include people that have dealt with worldwide threats and can help stop upcoming threats."

John snorted.

"Please tell me you don't want Sherlock to join."

"I do want him to join. He would be a great asset."

John just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You can tell that you haven't met him."

On the other side of the room, a door opened and a fully clothed Sherlock Holmes stepped out. He flopped onto the couch and sprawled out, looking at Fury for two seconds before dismissing him.

"We aren't joining your Initiative. John, hurry up with that tea."

Fury sighed and rubbed his temple, "Why can I only get one group so far of you fuckers to join quickly?" He sighed a little. "We need more people to join and we can get you anything you want."

Immediately, Sherlock sat up and John facepalmed.

"I'm going to need unlimited access to as many cadavers and human body parts as I need, any time of day or night, no questions asked. I want any and every case above an eight that you have, no matter the security rating, as well as to keep my own current partner in the London Police force as well as my John. Also, I want my brother off my back. He is to know none of my movements, none of the cases I take or the details thereof."

"Fine to the first one. As SHIELD is being remodeled it will take some time to get those files. We can also do the following things as well."

Sherlock clapped his hands together.

"Then the deal is done. What is the first case?"

At this, John, lifted his head.

"Now, Sherlock, you can't just agree for the both of us! We'll probably have to fly over to America, and I have a job, remember? We have bills to pay!"

"We can cover your bills as well."

John looked to Sherlock, then raised his eyes to the sky as if in prayer.

"Fine, fine. But don't complain to me when you get bored after two hours and want to come home."

Fury chuckled a little, "We will be contacting you gentlemen."

At this, Sherlock sat bolt upright.

"No! No, surely you have something now!"

"Sherlock! You just received that one case! The one with the nice Abernathy woman whose entire summer home disappeared overnight."

Sherlock waved vaguely.

"That was the most boring case I've seen in decades. It didn't even register as a six. Excuse me, but a son with a scar on his left temple and a grudge against the family cocker spaniel? I could have solved that in my sleep!"

Fury just walked away while they were arguing.


Thank god he found this thing. He had no idea when or where the blue box would end up. He found it to bad he also had Torchwood and several others to contact after getting the big man himself. He knocked on the door crossing his arms a bit.

The blue door swung open and a man in a tweed jacket and bow tie peeked out, keeping his body in the narrow crack so that Fury couldn't see behind him.

"Yes. May I help you?"

"Yes I need your help," Nick Fury said. "Doctor."

The man smiled and stepped out of the blue box, letting the door shut behind him. He grinned and rubbed his hands together in excitement.

"Ooh! What is it this time? Rogue mantalion? Jellyfish taking over the city? Oh, I've always loved surprises!"

Fury rubbed his temple, "I'm afraid it is of a much more serious matter."

The Doctor immediately stood up straight, adjusting his bow tie and clearing his throat in a jokingly serious manner.

"Ah, yes of course. Serious. Haven't done serious in a while."

"I have guessed that." Fury put his hands in his pockets. "I want you to join the Avengers."

The Doctor nodded seriously.

"Ah, yes, of course, of course. The Avengers. Is that some sort of professional bowling league or some kind of new cooking club? I do love a good baked Alaska."

"Doctor are you being an idiot again?" a man walked out of the blue box and he looked to Fury. "Are you bloody serious? You're asking him to be an Avenger!"

"Yes I am. If he knew who they were."

The Master facepalmed and sighed, "Doctor…"

The Doctor looked between the two, obviously not at all put off.

"Oh, I'm missing something incredibly obvious, aren't I? Is this some sort of incredibly famous professional bowling team?"

"No, Doctor, they're a superhero team." The Master said looking over annoyed with him.

"Ooh! Like Superman? I always did fancy Clark Kent a bit, he is a bit of a looker."

His wolf whistle petered off when the Master spoke, "Oi! I'm right here you bloody idiot."

The Doctor just grinned.

"Oh, come on, you have to think so to! And come on, have you seen Loki twenty years in the future? That new robe style clings in all the right places."

The Master rolled his eyes, "Lucky for you Loki is part of the Avengers."

The Doctor seemed to deflate.

"Oh. Well, you know I would never be unfaithful. Right?"

The Master sighed and kissed his cheek, "No, I know."

Fury cleared his throat, "Gentlemen are you willing to join?"

The Doctor clapped his hands and rubbed them together again.

"Oh, yes! I'm always one for an adventure. Superheroes, adventures, and magic, sounds like an absolutely lovely time! What do you think, love?" He turned to his blonde partner at his side.

"As long as I'm with you I can manage."

"Wonderful!" The doctor beamed over at Fury, slinging an arm around the Master's waist. "We are in, then!"

"Then I will need a way to contact you."

Behind the couple, the blue doors opened and a young woman stumbled out. She straightened her clothes, then huffed and smoothed down the piece of paper she held in one hand, holding it out to Fury.

"Here, I should have my cell phone on me at all times. Should be a bit more reliable than the time vortex, so just call that whenever you need us!"

He nodded, "Thank you my dear." He softly took the piece of paper from her.

Clara retreated into the TARDIS once more, tugging the Doctor with her. He waved once more at Fury before disappearing into the box that should not have been physically possible. The Master sighed and followed, closing the doors.


Fury walked with the prime minister up to the Torchwood base. She was easily let in and she called for the team, "This man has a very important announcement for you all and there will be changes in the next few months to how we operate."

Jack came down an arm wrapped around Ianto's wrist and he smirked fully ready to start hitting on Fury.

"Jack don't even try it," Gwen said coming down from her station.

"You know you really aren't any fun."

Ianto jostled him a bit, smiling.

"Yeah, well, you aren't allowed to have fun. You're claimed now."

Jack chuckled a little. "You know I could convince you into a three way in a millisecond."

Ianto scoffed doubtfully. "Depends on who you are talking about. Because no matter how many times you suggest it, there is no way I'm touching Myfanwy."

"I would never force you to-"

"Gentlemen," The prime minister interrupted. "You are addressing the head of SHIELD. So I suggest you have some respect Jack."

Ianto covered Jack's mouth with his hand and nodded to the visitors.

"Of course, ma'am. Please, continue." Jack glared at Ianto.

"The prime minister and I have talked about your team joining the Avengers."

Gwen blinked, "The American team?" Fury nodded.

Jack mumbled something through Ianto's hand. Grudgingly, Ianto removed it, giving him a warning look.

Jack smirked a bit at him, "Sounds good to me. Ianto?"

Ianto rolled his eyes.

"Of course. We couldn't have you running out of aliens to flirt with."

Jack then swallowed, "Are you getting the Doctor?" he asked Fury.

He nodded calmly looking to Jack, "Yes."

Ianto looked to his lover, then back to Fury, noticing the expression on Jack's face.

"The team will be joining, then. Do you need us now, or are you simply gathering resources?"

"Simply gathering at this point in time. I will contact you when we need you."

Jack swallowed and nodded, "Sounds good…"

Fury then took his leave.


Loki took a deep breath, "Odin dammit Fury traveling through universes is hard even for me not to mention two other people you and blondie over there."


Fury had found the large england house that River was hiding out in somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He had to use a helicopter to get out there and he stepped out of it, walking up to the house calmly. He knocked loudly on the door so he could be heard.

Thirty seconds later, the door was answered by a pretty red-haired woman with a Scottish accent and an overly short jean skirt.

"Hello. What can I do for you?"

"I need to talk to River Song." Fury said.

A mousy man came up behind Amy. "Amy who is it?" He asked his accent overly heavy.

Amy turned to glance at him over her shoulder, then back to eye Fury up and down. "Oh, no one, just some stranger here to talk to River."

Rory rubbed the back of his neck, "Please tell me it's not because she stole something or killed someone." He looked to Fury.

Amy slapped him on the arm. "Oi! That's our daughter you're talking about!" She turned back to Fury with that same curious look on her face. "Seriously, though. It isn't, is it?"

"Oi, totally not fair," Rory complained. "He looks like some sort of government suit, that's, why I was thinkin' that.."

"I am a government suit."

Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so she has gotten in trouble again, has she?"

"Far from it actually," Fury said. "I am here to recruit her and you two to the Avengers."

"As what, cannon foughter for aliens?" Rory was suspicious.

"Ooh, ooh, they're those guys with the superpowers, yeah?" Amy's eyes brightened to a frightening gleam. "We should totally join! Come on, Rory, you as the last Centurion and me as the beautiful fiery dame with the good looks and the sass!"

Rory sighed, "Sometimes I really do hate you Amy. We have only done things like that with the Doctor around."

"Oh he'll be around," Fury said.

A curly blonde head edged around Rory, looking around at the helicopter and the visitor.

"Mum, dad, who is this? What are you talking about?"

Amy turned to her and took her hand with a squeal. "River, we're being recruited into a superhero league! With superpowers and aliens and gods and adventures, and the Doctor will be there too!"

"You are way too excited about this," Rory sighed.

Amy elbowed her husband. "There is no such thing as too excited! River, you'll join too, right?"

River smiled indulgently. "Of course, mum."

"I need a way to contact you three," Fury said.

Amy patted down her skirt and jacket. "Does anyone have a pen and paper?"

Fury handed both over to her.

She manhandled Rory so that she could write on his back.

"Okay, this is my cell number and Rory's."

She finished writing, and her daughter took the paper and pen from her to do the same. She finished scribbling on her father's back, then held out the paper to Fury.

"This is the phone number for my cell block in the future. If I'm not there, call my parents and see if they know where I am."

Fury nodded pocketing the the paper and moving back to the helicopter.


Fury was sitting in the office of UNIT with the Director waiting for Martha Jones to come in.

The door opened and the sleek, dark skinned woman entered and stood before the desk, nodding curtly to the current occupants of the office.

"Director. Director."

The Director of UNIT looked to her calmly, "Martha I am glad you could join us."

She gave another curt nod. "Always a pleasure, sir."

"Sit down, we need to talk."

Martha pulled up a chair and sat down stiffly.

"You are being transferred to a different unit."

Startled, Martha's eyes flicked back and forth between the two men.

"Excuse me? Is this about the freelancing I did? Because there are no rules against it- I checked and made fully sure before I offered to help."

"No Martha that is not a problem, another director has requested you to join his unit."

Martha nodded and took a second look at the second man in the UNIT office.

Fury nodded and he held out his hand, "Nick Fury. I want you to join the Avengers Unit."

The woman sat there, stunned for a moment before she reached out and took his hand.

"Wait, you're THE Nick Fury? Head of THE Avengers Initiative over in America? The one with gods and superheroes and all those really skilled bada- em, fighters and strategists?"

"Yes and I want you to join the team Ms. Jones."

Something very much like a squeal came from her throat and she tensed up a bit before coming to herself again.

"Oh my god! Um, I mean, of course, sir. I would be honored to join the Avengers Initiative."

"Good I would start packing so we can move you to America."

Martha gave a hopeful glance to her director. At his indulgent nod, she squealed and rose, making it halfway out the door before she remembered to turn and call out a thank you. Then she ran down the hall, presumably to begin arrangements for her trip to the States.


Fury sighed a little he needed the god of trickery for this one. Oh this was going to be fun, convincing a girl to let Loki of all people poke around her mind. Also, he had to tell her that she used to know the Doctor and is a half time lord. Yeah, this was going to be a fun one. He lightly knocked on the door to Donna's house and waited, Loki standing next to him.

Nothing happened for a few minutes. Fury sighed, he knew that the woman was home. He tried the doorbell this time, but nothing happened. Beside him, Loki was getting bored. He pressed the doorbell again. Nothing happened. He held down the button, and finally a distant crash sounded from the inside.

"WOT IS YOUR PROBLEM, YA BIG MENACE?"

Some thuds sounded and the door swung wide to reveal a red-haired, heavy-set woman in a stained sweatshirt and sweats.

Fury looked to her and sighed a little. "Hello Ms. Noble glad to see your in good health."

Loki chuckled, "Were you just sarcastic? Hey Fury maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe there is a joke in yah somewhere."

The woman seemed to growl, narrowing her eyes at the two men on her doorstep.

"Whaddoyou want? Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying it."

Nick looked to her, "Well we want you to join the Avengers but something needs to be done first."

Donna scowled at them.

"Listen, I'm not joining your bloody church group. Get the hell off my porch."

The door swung shut in their faces.

Loki chuckled, "Let me deal with this Nick." He then teleported onto Donna's sofa, on top of a rather large pile of pizza boxes and takeaway canisters. Loki held his nose, "Yuck you really let the place go," he said teleporting onto a semi-clean part of the carpet.

Donna spun around, gasping rather loudly at the man's intrusion.

"Wot the hell? Get out of my apartment, you mongrel!"

She picked up a rather hefty-looking empty wine bottle and made to swing it at Loki's face.

Loki just turned the bottle into green glitter and let it fall to the floor. He chuckled, "For your information I am a Prince so mongrel isn't the right word."

A now more-than-enraged Donna spat into Loki's face.

"Prince or pauper, I don't care, just get the hell out of my living room!"

Loki chuckled wiping off the spit and he teleported into the entrance of her kitchen, "Well I'm out of your living room willing to talk now?"

"Well I'm still fuckin' living here, so you'd better get the fuck out before I call the police!" Donna pulled out her cellular, starting to dial 999. Loki snapped his fingers and the line went dead.

"You realize who you just slammed the door on right? The Norse god of tricks and the Director of SHIELD Nick Fury. You know the Avengers the superhero group?"

Now Donna looked both angry and confused. "The who-what?"

"You obviously don't watch a lot of news," Loki said swirling magic around his hand. "I can show yah if you want."

Donna scowled. "No, I don't need your magic tricks. Now go away, I have a bottle of gin with my name on it and Desperate Scousewives comes on at four."

Loki's eyes saddened a bit and he knew it was time to get serious. He walked forward, "Listen, this can't be healthy. Me and Nick are really just trying to help, well, a lot of people and save the world in the process. That's why we're asking you to be on the team."

"Well then go do your world-saving," she flopped on the couch, grabbing a full bottle of liquor from a bag by her feet, "and leave me alone. I'm not the world saving type. I just got divorced from my husband who's going to be marrying his massage therapist in three months. He picked a massage therapist over me!"

Loki looked to her, "That's awful." He said in an over dramatic voice. He then smirked, "I can hex him for you. Do something funny like anytime he thinks of her he also thinks of gay porn."

Donna lifted her head, looking at him a bit. "You mean you could do that?"

Loki nodded leaning back, "Yeah I can."

Donna nodded decisively. "Well, then. That settles it. But not gay porn." She thought for a moment. "Make him think of old naked men trying to masturbate while being given a sponge bath by a cat."

"Weird and creepy. I like the way you think. So if I do that will you listen?" He asks ready to cast the spell.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Just make it last- I want this to happen for at least two months."

"You got it," Loki then started to chant in old Norse and magic swirled around him softly. Then it settled and Loki looked to her.

"It worked? He'll really think of creepy old men whenever he tries to think of that skank Christie?"

"Yep," Loki chuckled a little. "Now let's talk."

"About what?" Donna measured him with her gaze, apparently looking for any dangerous intentions.

"Well, so a few years back your mind was erased by an alien called the Doctor. To save your life. We want to let you have that back. We can have you remember everything without your brain exploding."

Donna leveled him with a look that said 'you're joking, right?'

"An alien who makes my head explode? Why would I want to remember that?"

"Because it is not a bad memory," Loki said softly.

She looked unimpressed.

"I can read your mind, even the things you can't remember. Sure, there is heartbreak in that story, but it would not be something most people would want to forget. Also, if I do it you will become about ten times smarter and have some other nifty things going on."

"Oh, right, just insult my intelligence while you're at it! Donna the secretary, obviously she can't have much of an IQ."

"Listen that's not what I was trying to stay…" Loki sighed a little.

"Right, right." Donna sniffed. "So what were you trying to say?"

"Okay so you are half blood of this alien race called time lords and they have a higher intelligence than humans."

She stared blankly at him, then nodded slowly. "Right, right, aliens, big brains, right."

"Not any bigger just more vast…" He said. "Need it for the extended lifespan."

She blinked. "Wait, so I'm going to live longer, too?"

"Yup," He smirked.

"And what does this have to do with getting my memory back?"

"Um, well. See the person who took your memory to save you will be working with us. So we think it better that you remember everything, before working with us."

"Wait- so I'll be working with this crazy alien dude who wiped my good memories?" Donna looked aghast and a good bit outraged at that.

"To keep your head from exploding mind you."

"Of course, yeah, because I'm so happy now with my head still on my neck."

"And I'm saying I can get those memories back."

"But without blowing up my brain, yeah? I'm not sure if I trust you mister…" she eyed him up and down, "raggedy, long-haired alien Norse prince man."

"Trust me I can do it. I mean I'm pretty sure."

Donna's eyes widened. "Pretty sure?! Pretty sure isn't going to cut it, mister! I'm sure that homeless bloke on the corner is 'pretty sure' he can fly, too, but you don't see him flapping any wings, now, do ya?"

"Well, I mean mental magic is nothing for me," He shrugged. "I've just never done this spell before so...I can't be for sure."

The woman backed away from him. "Well then you can take your magic and stick it where the sun don't shine! What sort of a professional are you, anyway? Do you even have credentials? It's not like Oxford gives out PhDs for magic."

"Prince Loki of Asgard, God of Tricks." He spelt out each word in the air to emphasize it. "Did you miss that part? And sorry for there not being too many girls whose heads explode when they get their memories back."

Donna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Oh, yeah, right. Just because you can do some itty bitty magic trick and suddenly I'm supposed to believe that you're some almighty god of mischief. For all I know you could be a pathological liar with some glitter tucked up your ass!"

"Well the pathological liar part is right. Kind of. What do you want me to do? I can read your mind without thinking, I can take over the minds of the weak, and I will not be trifled by a girl who feels sorry for herself because of some damned to Hell man!" The room went dark and Loki took a breath before it lightened again.

"Oi! I am not some girl, and I am in no way feeling sorry for myself because Shaun left me!" To prove her point, Donna flopped down on the couch atop some pizza boxes and stretched her arms out wide. "See? I've got nowhere to go but up without him."

He chuckled, "Would you like me to show you what will happen if you do take my offer?"

She gestured with her chin. "Yeah, sure, oh mighty Prince. Show me your stuff."

Loki held out his hands and whispered, "clarividencia". Images started floating around of Donna happy and with new friends. There were also some of he being brilliant.

Donna sniffed, regarding the images with detached interest.

Loki walked over and he placed and hand on her shoulder softly, "You don't have to be like this forever. There are other lives out there for you to live."

"Will I be happy, then?"

Loki nodded calmly, "Yes."

Teary eyed, Donna nodded. "Yeah, then. I guess I'll… I'll let you work your spell, then. Just don't mess up my head." She sniffed.

"Okay I won't," Loki smiled and he put both hands on the sides of her head.

Donna closed her eyes, waiting expectantly for something to happen.

His magic swirled around her and Loki closed his eyes. Then there was a jolt of energy and Loki was thrown back into a wall.

Dazed, Donna looked around. "Wha- wot just happened?" She spotted Loki, who lay atop a pile of garbage. "Why are you sitting in a pile of rubbish?"

"I just gave you back your memory," Loki said smirking getting up.

She blinked. "Funny. Nothing seems any diff-" cutting off mid-sentence, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped sideways into a suspicious-looking pool on the sofa.

Loki sighed a little and cleared up a spot and laid her down, waiting for her to get up.

A few moments passed, then the redhead sat bolt upright, rapidly taking in her surroundings and the look on Loki's face.

"You're not as funny as you think, do you know that? Because I know that. I know things like that now. I'm clever. Only been clever once before, but now I'm clever enough for lifetimes- twelve to be exact. You know, you should let your hair grow out in its natural color, that shade really does nothing for your skin tone. You look like bleached bone."

"Maybe not as clever as you think," Loki chuckled. "Natural in this form is black and I don't particularly like my other form."

"Oh, yeah, natural. Is that what they call it these days?"

Loki sighed, "Nevermind…I have a proposition for you."

She waved broadly in his direction, climbing to her feet. "Only if you buy me dinner first, buddy boy. The DoctorDonna isn't easy."

"You're not my type," Loki said leaning back. "I meant more for work."

"That's fine by me. You're not man enough for me anyway, pretty boy." She dusted herself off. "What sort of working proposition were you putting on offer?"

"Come work for the Avengers," Loki looked to her smirking a bit.

"Do you have anything specific or are you just working to snatch me up before anyone else does?" Donna eyed him moodily, shifting back so she seemed to be leaning on empty air.

"Well how does superheroing appeal to you?"

"Aside from it not being an actual word, that sounds like a stunning idea."

Loki chuckled a little, "Then I need a way to contact you."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "Given the fact that you are currently standing in my living room, sassing me up from a pile of my used tissues, I would say that you know where to find me. I'm certainly not giving you my number, mister 'I'm not your type'. Tell your boss out there to look it up in the white pages like every normal person."

"Fine fine, we'll be contacting you," And with that he slipped out.