I don't own Marvel, I just love the Avengers, mostly Loki.
Just a small introduction to my OC, full name is Alexis 'Lex' Stark age 21. Remember this is based on the movie, so don't go crazy if i mess up a few little things.
It was the end of winter, but a chill still clung to the busy streets of New York. People rugged up in thick coats and had wrapped scarves around their necks, hoping to fight off the cold. Lex didn't mind the cold, not anymore.
She stood at the base of the new Stark Tower. In a few months, once it was fully operational, it would be one of the first buildings run purely on its own clean energy and one of Tony Stark's greatest achievements. Lex was again tempted to call the millionaire and tell her she was in town, but thought better of it. She had been in New York a couple of weeks now and not calling sooner would have made him angry. The last thing she needed to be was in Tony's hair right now.
So she pulled the collar of her black coat up higher and walked away.
The bright lights and the constant shoving on the sidewalk quickly tired Lex out so she ducked into one of the small side streets. It would be much quicker to get to where she needed to go this way.
She walked alone in the dark, strands of poorly cut hair flapped about in the drafts of air that rushed through the ally as her thick boots crashing through puddles of dirty water. She caught sight of five of men, two were drunk, and the rest were itching for a fight.
It wasn't long until one of them noticed her, he grinned and nudged his friend's arm, pointing at her. The all saw her and started to make crude, sexual jabs at her. Lex almost gagged on the heavily musky scent that was growing closer and tried to ignore their comments.
Sometimes she wished her sense weren't so keen.
"Hey baby, you wanna taste a lil' something?" One of the thugs, a disgustingly large one, got in her face and was unzipping his fly, his breath was a disgusting mix of bear and something else, "No, I don't eat junk food," she said lazily, and tried to move away. But the whole gang had her trapped in a circle, each one spitting more lecherous trash then the other at her.
Lex's patients grew ever more thinner. When she didn't respond, one of the taller guys grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "Yo bitch when we're talking you listen, right?"
"Maybe this little chick needs to be taught a lesson." Lex heard the flick of a switch blade knife behind her and was really annoyed now.
"Back ... off." She said slowly.
"Oh, fire. We like that don't we boys?" Their laughter was the final straw.
Before any of them knew what had happened, Lex had disarmed the one holding the knife and had knocked down two others. Then men stared confused and terrified, only one made any attempt to attack her. She caught him by the throat and pinned against the brick wall with his legs dangling helplessly as she held him there with ease.
"Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I must be going." Lex said politely. Two of them ran while the others stared at their poor friend. When she was sure they had gotten the message, Lex dropped the man and calmly walked away.
About half an hour later she found the small crappy hotel, mostly filled junkies and nobodies that was her home for the last couple weeks.
Sure she had a good job nowadays but she had to make some compromises in order to get some time off, so she was on unpaid leave.
As she trudged up the termite eaten stairs, she passed two thieves who shared a room across from her celebrating over their latest score, a whole box of whisky.
"Looks like you've been busy Vinnie," She commented in a mono tone voice whilst swiping one bottle from the box.
"Hey hey hey, you have to pay for that." The other one, a long mousey haired man named Fred tried to take it back but Lex was already halfway up the stairs. "Yeah, I have a wife kids to support." Vinnie joked.
"You boys still owe me for that $20 I loaned you. Consider this as payment." Lex popped the lid and took a long swig of the strong alcohol.
"Oh but this is high quality stuff Lexi girl, more than a 20."
"I'll pay you the rest later." She shrugged and left them hanging.
She entered her small room, complete with a bathroom the size of a matchbox, an old smelly bed and one table that her knapsack resided on. In it, she had two shirts, three fresh undergarments and a pair of socks. She always kept her wallet and money with her and never in her bag. Her gun was hidden under the old mattress. A tiny fridge that had only a bottle of water, milk and frozen goods was located next to the 'kitchen sink' if that's what you'd call it.
All that she had to her name was in this room, everything else was back at work.
She took another sip of her drink and disrobed quickly, dying for a shower.
The hot water never felt so good. It trickled over her abnormally pale skin like rain on marble. The pendent she constantly wore around her wrist also began to heat up, but Lex never noticed it.
After a nice long shower, she padded herself dry and slipped on a singlet and some underwear, letting her hair air dry.
She picked up the bottle of whisky and sat by the small window that looked out onto the street below, as was her habit every night she got bored. Down below she spotted Vinnie and Fred conversing over how to sell their stolen booze, while two hookers avoided them on the path.
The alcohol settled into her system, making feel light and relaxed, but otherwise empty.
Her nimble fingers played with the pendent around her wrist, her most treasured item. The stone carving was smooth to the touch from the years of her clutching desperately at it in panic, pain and loneliness.
It was a stone carving of two snakes entwined into one. A good luck charm from her late mother.
Her quiet evening was interrupt by the sound of her phone, still tucked away in her jeans. Lex saw the number calling and knew something was up.
"Sir?" She asked quietly, wrapping her free arm around herself. "Where are you?" Came the gruff voice of Nick Fury. "Hello to you too. I'm in New York."
"How soon can you get back to base?"
Lex sat down on her bed slowly, "Is something wrong sir?"
"I need you on a mission in Germany." Nick said. Lex resisted a groan, "Can't you send Natasha for that, I still have another week off."
"I'm afraid Agent Stark ..." Even on the phone, Lex knew not to get on Fury's bad side, "..that your little vacation is over."
Lex sighed, "Send a car in the morning. 14 on 64th."
"I'll brief when you arrive." Then the line went dead. Lex tossed the phone onto the table and rubbed her temples. She saw the whisky out of the corner of her eye and was tempted.
"Ah, screw it." She fell back onto the bed and tried to sleep. Whatever S.H.I.E.L.D had in store for her would defiantly wear her out.
