I don't own Doctor Who or Avengers. I do own the plot, Tori, and Eliza.

Chapter 1

Tori

Los Angeles, California, USA-2:30 AM

Lady Gaga is not something you want to wake up to in the middle of the night. I rolled over to grab my phone, falling off the hotel bed in the process. I felt around the smooth surface of the night stand above me, trying to stop the annoying pop song but was careful not to wake the man next to me. I finally found my phone and pressed the glowing green 'Accept' button.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Harkness, where are you?" Agent Hill's angry voice jolted me awake immediately.

"The hell you mean, where are you? I was sleeping, it's two in bloody morning," I said, trying to work out the stiffness in my right leg.

"It's 7:34 in the evening," she stated coldly.

"I'm in LA, now what do you want?" I growled.

"There's a meeting tomorrow that you're required to go to." I am far from an average citizen, but I'm classified as a civilian in the eyes of the law.

"Why? So I can you can experiment on me?". I could practically hear the agent rolling her eyes.

"No, it's because Fury wants you there," she informed me.

"Why the hell-?" I began to ask.

"10 AM Eastern Standard Time, Avengers Tower in Manhattan, wear something appropriate and don't be late." She hung up on me and I groaned as I got up off the floor. I had to find something suitable to where and how to get to New York. But that was for tomorrow, right now, I had to get out of here before the man next woke up and realized he was poisoned.


Eliza

London, England-12:34 AM

I carefully poured the crimson mixture out of the test tube and into the cobalt substance in the beaker. It began to turn a bright violet color when my phone began to play 'Glad You Came' by the Wanted, disturbing the silence that had settled over 221C and my concentration. I dropped the test tube and it shattered on the tile floor. I let out a few Gallifreyian curses and answered my mobile.

"Hello?".

"Miss Harkness," an American accented voice greeted. It was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.

"What do you want Fury?" I sighed, grabbing a broom and sweeping up the test tube shards. I knew he probably wanted some sort of favor.

"You are required to be at-". I stopped him there.

"I am not required to be anywhere, remember that I am not one of your little agents that you can order around," I reminded him coldly.

"SHIELD requests your presence at the upcoming meeting at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan," he said.

"Fine, when is this little meeting?" I questioned, throwing the broken glass in the trash and pouring the blue concoction out of the beaker and down the kitchen sink. I began to brew a cup of tea, giving up on my experiment.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM." I spit out my tea.

"I can't get to New York in-" I looked at the clock. "-12 hours! It takes ages to book a plane, especially during tourist season."

"We can arrange a private jet to New York tomorrow at 7 AM your time, if you choose to go." I bit my lip-there would be consequences if I didn't go, but if I did, it could be a trap. Eh, I haven't had an adventure in a while.

"Heathrow airport, I'm assuming?".

"See you there." He hung up and I sighed. Americans were so rude. I decided to get packing but first, I had to scrub the tea out of the carpet before the stain set-Mrs. Hudson would have a fit if I stained the carpet again.

Sherlock references in there! I don't own Sherlock either. Love it? Hate it? Grammar error? Tell me and I'll fix it!

-MJ2001