I let out a long breath, I felt like I'd been holding it for years. I opened my eyes only to squeeze them shut again. Too much light, too fast.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I didn't realize you were awake!" A mans voice said to me.

My eyelids felt cooler and became darker, so I assumed the light was moved away. I opened my eyes more cautiously this time.

The man that had spoken was in his early thirties, possibly late twenties, with short brown hair and a stressed and tired looking face. I'd seen that face on billboards and on TV. What the crap was Tony Stark doing here? Where is here anyway?

He must have noticed my minor freak-out, because he said "Chill, you got pretty banged up two days ago, remember the giant robot thing? Saving the Avengers butts?" He said the last one with a slight grimace.

I blinked, and replied, "Right, so does everybody know my, you know, secret identity or whatever you experienced superheroes call it?"

Stark smiled, "No, you're ok."

"So where am I exactly?"

"The Mansion, downtown Manhattan. Do you remember anything?"

"Yeah, big green robot with way too many arms and way too many lasers."

Tony Stark laughed, "Tell me about it! My suit was almost blown to bits at least three times!"

I nodded, yeah. I remember the battle; it's just the getting from there to here that I'm struggling with.

A guy in a lab coat (probably Gi-ant man) and what must be the Wasp came into the very white room. Wasp shocked him and he looked up, towards me,

"Oh, you're Amethyst, right? The shape shifter?" I nodded and he continued, "I'm Hank, this is Wasp, you've met Tony…"

"Yeah," I said addressing all three Avengers "So how exactly did I get hurt?"

Wasp answered "It looks like a partially healed wound opened up in the middle of the battle, and you had a couple new ones, you lost so much blood you couldn't even feel the pain any more, then you blacked out. So, what was that previous wound from?"

I shrugged, "I can't remember, I get cuts and bruises a lot, so I don't really keep track of to who I owe what, plenty of broken bones get disregarded too, see, I'm not exactly normal…"

Three Avengers laughed, two more walked in. The one with long blond hair must be Thor, The guy in purple must be the Wacondian King, Panther.

Blondie stared at me haughtily, while the Panther looked curious.

"Hello, child, are you well once more?" Blondie asked me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thanks for asking." I say slightly haughtily myself.

Blondie huffs and narrows his eyes. Panther quickly steps in.

"You are obviously very skillful in battle, may I ask who you were taught by?"

I answer him quietly, "My Dad. He died a few months ago. He was a secret agent, so he taught me a lot, but I'm a bit hard to train because of my more uncommon abilities."

Panther nodded "Yes, I understand. My condolences for your loss of your adoptive father."

I started at that statement, "How did you know I'm adopted?"

"Your father was the owner of a big tech company, right? You're Amethyst Strikesilver, James Strikesilver left his company to you, right?"

I nod. That's the gist of it. Stark nods as well, "James Strikesilver? I did business with him a lot, a good man, didn't play dirty either, always fair, but he was quite the negotiator."

I smiled faintly, "Yeah, sounds like him."

"I heard you were quite the inventor, even designed a suit similar to mine, except without the life-threatening part." He grins.

"Yeah, I always admired your tech. Not you, just your tech, what did you say earlier? You play dirty, or at least you did."

Stark looks grim, "Well, yes, I did. Not anymore."

Wasp enlarges herself, "Anyway, we wanted to ask you something. You did very well in that battle, and we would like you to train with us for a while. We could even help you get your company up and running again, Tony and Hank could even help perfect tech if you'd like."

Two more Avengers walk in, the former S.H.E.I.L.D operatives, Hawkeye and the Black Widow.

Black Widow looks at me, "Hey, kid. They told you yet?" I think about this for a moment. Black Widow doesn't wait for my answer.

She asks again, "You want in?"She pauses and looks at me, " I can see fire in your eyes, kid." She turns to her teammates "She's in. I'm sure of it."