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He smiled. He had been waiting for this moment.
Waiting and planning.
He was going to make the Avengers pay. Pay for always meddling in others business. Pay for becoming arrogant. Pay for thinking they were the most powerful beings in the world. And he had found the perfect payback.
The villain was knew the Avengers had started thinking themselves invincible. And maybe they should, since they had been able to defeat every obstacle placed in front of them since they had formed. Still, he was going to make them realize good doesn't always win in the end. He planned to show them that he was stronger than them. More powerful. He just couldn't think of how.
Until now, that is. When he had pondered the subject, the first thing that came to mind was torture. But what form would prove most successful? He thought about this for quite a while, until finally stumbling across the answer. He spent a little more time planning when he would deliver this pain, and when he was ready, he set out.
He traveled, well, teleported actually, to the Avengers tower. He traveled to each of the so-called heroes rooms, unheard and unseen. Right away he noticed the torture begin to take place. He smiled to himself at his job well done. As he teleported away he let out a loud laugh. Oh, how genius he was. The self-proclaimed Earth's mightiest heroes would never know what hit them.
Steve was always the first up. He started woke at the crack of dawn each day. He would shower, dress, grab a snack, then go out for a jog. When he got back he would go to the gym to destroy a few punching bags. After a while, Natasha and Clint would enter to spar. Steve would then head into the kitchen for breakfast. It was his morning routine. Something he knew he could expect to be the same in his crazy, unpredictable life. Well the supersoldier was in for a change of pace.
Steve woke feeling groggy and disoriented. That's weird, he thought. No matter how late he stayed up the night before, he was never tired when he got up. He shrugged it off and swung his feet over the side of the bed, which seemed higher off the ground than usual. What's going on? he thought, running his fingers through his hair. He realized his hair was now unusually long. He looked down. His hair now reached his chest! And his chest! He was pretty sure it wasn't like that before. Steve ran into the bathroom and flipped on the light. He let out a small cry of shock when he saw his reflection.
Steve Rogers was now a woman.
At least that's what he saw in the mirror. A dirty blonde woman with blue eyes just like his. The nose and face shape were similar, but slightly softer. He gasped. So did the reflection. His eyes widened. So did the reflection's. It was obviously real, but Steve just couldn't believe it. Out of all the things the captain had seen since he had been unfrozen from the ice, this had to be at the top of the list.
"Um... JARVIS?" Steve called out to the AI. His voice was now much higher. "Yes, sir?" was his response. "I'm a woman," the supersoldier mumbled still gaping in the mirror. "It appears so,sir. Excuse me, ma'am." JARVIS replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Steve frowned and was quiet for a bit. "How?" He finally asked. "I'm sorry to say, I am actually not quite sure," he replied. "My cameras did not pick up anything last night, except for you transforming into a woman. It appears the others have experienced this... genderswap if you will, also." He was secretly happy about that. If it was only Steve, Stark would never let him live it down. "Can you please call an emergency meeting? Alert each member, please. Don't take no for an answer," he requested. "I already have, sir," The AI informed him. Steve changed into a pair of old sleep shorts and a t-shirt. Nothing else in him that well, but at least what he was wearing did slide down his curves right away. He shuddered. He had curves.
He turned the corner into the living room and ran straight into an arrow pointed between his eyes. At the other end was a short woman around 5 feet with short, boy cut brown hair and grey eyes. A tall, slim, redheaded man stood behind her. He had a gun in his hand. His hazel-green eyes stared at Steve suspiciously. The woman looked at him with the same expression. She looked him up and down silently. She then asked, her voice deep for a woman, "Steve?" The captain nodded. She lowered the bow and frowned, then broke into a grin. "Oh my god, look at you!" The woman, who he assumed was Clint cried and started laughing. "I really don't think you should talk," Steve retorted, immediately shutting the archer up.
"What IS this?" The man, who he thought was Natasha asked, his voice deep with a hint of a Russian accent. "Why are we like this?" Someone coming down the stairs spoke.
"Loki."
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