First off, I do not own any of the recognizable characters from Alex Rider, DC, or Marvel Comics. They belong to Anthony Horowitz, DC comics, and Marvel Comics respectively.

Secondly, this is a crossover with a story that has not been published yet. The other one is something I'm writing about a teenaged superhero and her life.

Thirdly, I claim Krystal...and thats the only person for this chappy. In the future chapters, I shall claim Jake, Giselle, Tess, Mark, and the evil teachers.

The whole story is from Krystal's point of view. Bits and pieces of her story may surface in this rewrite. I may or may not bring in other characters from my story, but I think that K-Unit will show up, and maybe Yassen. Enjoy! The characters that don't belong to me may be very out of character.

EDIT: I have changed Krystal's story around, but I'm leaving her the same in this story. I still claim her and her friends/enemies.

I was sitting in the park, eating lunch. I was on vacation in England, since I was in such bad shape after senior year. I was half-reading, half-watching the kid under the tree. He'd been watching me almost the entire time I'd been there. He was pretending to sleep, except when I wasn't looking. I finished my sandwich, and stood, still reading, always the shy bookworm. As I walked past him, I glanced down, and our eyes met. There was an instant connection, and I saw that he'd seen probably as much as I had.

"Look at me." He softly commanded. I complied, and he scrutinized my face. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Um...My name's Krystal." I stammered, and looked down. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You look almost familiar." He replied thoughtfully. "Are you from around here?"

"N-no. I'm from America. Why?"

"I don't know." He was still looking at me, curious.

I took the opportunity to really look at him. He was about 15, with deep brown eyes, and blond hair that hung in his face. His eyes were older, like mine. He'd obviously seen things that no one should have to. Men had slowly been surrounding us, and he suddenly stiffened, realizing it.

"What is it?" I asked, keeping up the innocent persona.

"Stay close and trust me."

"Alex Rider? You need to come with us." One of the men said, pointing his gun at the boy.

They boy held his hands up, but spoke calmly. "Fine, but leave the girl out of it."

"Sorry girly, but you're in the wrong place at the wrong time." The man said to me.

I looked around quickly, the appearance of fear coming with the ease of long practice. We were surrounded by men with guns. Some of them smelled of blood and death. I sighed inwardly, but kept up the fear. "W-what's going on?" I asked shakily.

"I dunno." Alex said, then turned back to the men. "She has nothing to do with anything."

"Ah, shut up kid." The man in charge whacked Alex with the butt of his gun, causing the boy to collapse.

I protested, pretending not to hear the other man sneaking up behind me. He hit me over the head with his gun. I collapsed, pretending to be unconscious. It took more than a man with a gun to knock me out. I heard him complain about the dent my head had put in the gun, as strong arms roughly lifted me. I was carried a short distance, the man complaining the whole time, then carelessly tossed onto a hard surface. It must have been a truck, because a metal door was slammed closed, and an engine started, the floor vibrating. As we started moving, the boy started to wake. I moved over to him, grateful that we hadn't been bound. I checked his pulse, and other vitals, hoping he didn't have a concussion or any other problems from the blow to his head. He started and grabbed my wrist. He looked around disoriented, and concerned.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"What happened? Where are we?" He rubbed his head, and looked at me.

I released my wrist from his tight grip, and sat against the wall of the truck. "We were surrounded in the park, and you were knocked out, then, I guess I was too. We're in the back of a moving truck."

"Oh." He blinked, still mildly disoriented.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Oh! Rider, Alex Rider." He said.

I chuckled slightly. "Nice to meet you Alex. My name's Krystal Zimbo."

"Nice to meet you." He smiled a bit, but I could see the worry blooming in his eyes.

"Do you know why those guys attacked and kidnapped us?"

"They probably work for someone who has something against me."

"Does this happen to you a lot?"

"Kinda." He didn't say anymore.

"I see." I considered telling him who I was, then busting us out of here, but I really didn't want to do that. That had the potential to cause too many problems, not to mention all the explaining I'd then have to do. Plus, then I wouldn't know who was behind this. I'd see if we could get out of this without my revealing myself. I sighed, this was supposed to be a vacation, and two days in, I'm in one of these positions, again. At least it wasn't evil teachers this time.

He noticed my sigh and looked up. I quickly schooled my features into an expression of fear. "Have you been in England long?" He asked, obviously trying to distract me.

I shook my head. "Just two days. I'm supposed to be taking a vacation from work."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a journalist." I sighed. "I'll probably have to write something about this when I get back to the States."

"Really?" He seemed nervous about it, but before I could ask about it, the truck stopped. I recoiled from the bright light that suddenly filled the truck as the men opened the doors. Two of the men reached in and grabbed Alex, dragging him out, despite his struggles. Another man grabbed me, and pulled me out. I didn't struggle as much as I could've, but the right amount for someone as scared as I was pretending to be. I smiled inwardly at the fact that I only had one guard, while Alex had three. People always underestimated me, which I naturally used to my advantage, though not this time.

The men pushed us in front of them through a series of hallways, ending in front of a very small concrete cell.

"Don't you have anything smaller?" Alex snapped.

One of the men punched him in the nose, then shoved him into the cell. I heard bone crack at the punch. "Hey!" I said, unthinkingly. "Pick on someone your own size!"

He made as if to punch me, and I recoiled, as expected. He laughed, then shoved me in after Alex. The door slammed after me, so I turned to Alex. There was very little light, but luckily, I was totally comfortable in the dark. The smell of the blood, on the other hand, was not so easy to deal with. I ripped the bottom of my shirt off, and handed it to him, to stem the blood. After a while, the blood stopped flowing, but his nose was badly swollen. I ignored his protests, and checked to see if it was broken, and luckily it wasn't.

We were left sitting for an indeterminate amount of time, our only clue of what was going on outside our cell was a tiny window. Unfortunately, it was too high to easily see out of it. We sat in relative silence, both, likely, trying to figure out how to escape. After a while, several hours, I guessed, the door cracked open, and one of the guards shoved two trays of food in, and the door started to close.

"Hey!" I called, before the door totally closed. "Can we get some ice in here!" The guard glared at me, then slammed the door. I glared at the door a bit, then "He was pleasant."

Alex laughed a bit. "Just don't antagonize them too much. I dunno who they are or what they want."

"Do you know why they captured me too?"

"No. They must have had orders to capture anyone who was with me."

"Why would they want to capture you?" I asked, perplexed.

"I've made a few enemies." He shrugged.

"How?" I asked, curiously.

"Like I said earlier, I tend to attract trouble. I'm sorry you got dragged into it."

"Don't worry. I can take care of myself, more or less." I said dismissively.

"Oh?" Alex said. "No offense, but I wouldn't have guessed it."

I mentally head-slapped myself. "Well, appearances can be deceiving."

"I know what you mean." He laughed darkly.

We sat in awkward silence for a while, the only real sound was his labored breathing. Suddenly, I remembered the phone in my pocket. I pulled up the messaging screen, and was about to text Mark, but Alex stopped me. "Don't, they may be able to track it. That might be why we still have our phones."

"Good thinking." I sighed, "Do you know anyone who might be able to help?"

"No one who'd risk it for me." He said bitterly.

"I'm sorry." I said, really sorry that someone, especially as young as him, had no one to rely on.

He waved me off. "There's no need for you to apologize."

"Nonetheless, everyone should have someone to fall back on."

"I'm used to working alone." He shrugged, though his face told me he truly was upset about it.

I was about to respond, when the cell door opened again. I winced at the influx of light.

"Julia Rothman?" Alex hissed in surprise. I looked at the woman standing in the doorway. She had long, black, wavy hair, blood red lips, and perfect teeth.

"My name is Janet Rothman, and you, Alex Rider, killed my sister." she said, seemingly polite.

He shrugged. "She tried to kill me."

"Well, I am going to succeed where she failed. I am going to kill the famous Alex Rider."

"What do you want with us?" I asked, slipping back into the mild-mannered bookworm persona before he could retort.

"You were just in the wrong place, girl. He, on the other hand, killed my sister, so he must die."

"He's a kid. How could he have killed anyone?"

"He's part of MI6. He's done a lot."

"MI6?" I asked. I knew what it was, but had to play ignorant.

"He's a spy, who's about to die." She spat. I had to stop myself from making a smart remark about rhyming. Then, she turned and left, "I'll let you two think about your fate for a while. There is no escape." The door slammed behind her.

I relaxed in the renewed darkness. "Well, she was pleasant." I could see Alex staring at me. "What?"

"It was like you were a totally different person." He said.

I laughed a bit. "You're not the only one with secrets, Spyboy." I stood up, and paced around the room, looking for a way to escape.

He raised a brow at my new name for him, watching me. "What are you doing? There's no way to get out."

I tapped on the door, a mocking grin on my face. "Well, thats solid, and there are guards blocking the way out." I smiled at him, playfully pushing him as I passed. He looked at me, shocked at my carefree attitude in this situation. "Let's try door number two!" I said in a fake announcer voice, knocking on the wall, under the window.

He snorted. "That's a wall, Krystal, not a door."

I smiled and laughed somewhat evilly. "That depends on your strength." I put my ear to the wall, and listened for footsteps on the other side. Alex watched me with both confusion and concern in his eyes. I glanced at him and laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not much crazier than the average person." I paused. "All right, ready to get out of here?" I barely waited for his response, before grabbing his hand, and dashing at the wall. "Stay close." I slammed into the wall, feeling solid concrete give way under the force of my shoulder. I stopped on the other side, to give Alex a chance to breathe.

The heavy steel door of the cell opened, and the man who captured us walked in, saying, "Time to..." He trailed off, staring in disbelief at the hole in the wall. "What?"

I laughed, and tugged Alex along. We ran through the place, which was a maze of collapsing buildings, paths, and many other things. I looked around, trying to figure out a way to escape. As I did, I heard the whistling of the whizzing bullet. I pushed Alex out of the way, then tripped, allowing the bullet to fly over my head. Alex quickly yanked me to my feet, and started running. We ran into decrepit building, where I looked around and groaned.

"What?" Alex asked, looking at me worriedly, I suppose expecting me to be injured.

I gestured around the building we were hiding in. "There's no way out."

He looked around, then mumbled a curse no one his age should know. "What now? Can you break through another wall?"

I shook my head. "Not without bringing down the whole place, and that would reveal our location." I looked around, then smiled at the sight of the rickety stairs. "Would you know of a safe place to go, if I could get us out?"

He nodded. "The Bank." He said, simply, though there was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"A bank?" I asked, then shook my head. "Never mind, let's just get up those steps." I pushed him ahead of me, so I could catch him if the stairs gave way. We safely made it to this roof, and looked around. "Do you think you could pick the bank out from the air?"

"I suppose..." Alex said doubtfully. "But I don't see a plane or anything."

I looked around, then at the sky, I saw a simple path through the sky to the city. "I don't need a plane..." I said slowly. "Being a super has its benefits."

"Super?"

"Superhero." I said distractedly, "I'm Vigilante, though on vacation." I glanced at the ground and grumbled. "We gotta go, before you get shot, Spyboy." I wrapped my arm around his waist, and jumped high into the air, then we flew off.