I hum to myself as I walk home from work. If I wanted, my boss would have had one of my collegues drive me in one of the company cars, but in all honesty, it would be incredibly awkward, since I barely know most of the guys who would be driving. I only really hang around with my mentors, the Avengers. I smile when I think of that. I've been apprenticed to them ever since Nick Fury found me not long after the New York fiasco. I have the ability to change my appearance at will (I'm always human, but I can make my hair pink.) and I can bend light so that I'm invisible. I'm training to be a spy, but I'm not sure that's what I want. Blending in to the shadows has always come naturally to me, but, dispite what I tell my friends, I want to be noticed more, but my extreme shyness has always gotten in the way of that. I have long decided to take what life gave me and make the most of it. Besides, my friends like me the way I am, the wallflower they try to set up with their coworkers and ask to dance just because we're like family. Thor is the best friend I've ever had. He's nice, he's loyal, and he always looks out for me. He calls me his little sister. Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Ironman), and Bruce Banner (the Hulk) treat me as a sister as well, but I'm closest to Thor.

As I walk, I see a flash of light around a corner, and hear a heavy thud. I rush around the corner into an empty alley and see a dark-haired man on his hands and knees. I imediately rush to his side and put my hands on his shoulders. "Sir?! Are you alright?" He doesn't seem able to answer, so I pull his arm around my shoulders and help him to his feet. "Don't worry, I'll take you someplace where you can rest." He's breathing hard, and he looks at me with a wary expression, so I give my most reassuring smile. "I'm Alanna."

He looks at me, his voice barely a whisper before he passed out. "L-Loki... my name is Loki..."

I'm surprised that this man was the cause of the New York catastrophe, but I decide I don't care who he is. I take him to my apartment, deciding I'll call Steve or Bruce the tomorrow. They're the most level-headed and least likely to act in a fit of passion. Tony would just want to blast the guy, and Thor would freak out. Steve and Bruce will at least think things through and work out what's best.

I put Loki in my bed and bathe his face with cold water and put a glass of ice water on the nightstand for him. Feeling I've done all I can for the time being, I go and lie on the couch, drifting off to sleep.