So, I've always wanted to start on a The Avengers story! I've had this great plot in my head for several months now and had no time to write it down. I still probably won't because now I have to look for a job and what not. So not excited. I think I've gotten TOO comfortable taking advantage of my parents' home. ^^; Oh well.

Oh, I'm still taking requests on "Short Little Stories". But please, don't expect it to come out quickly. It might take me a couple of months to decide on a plot and what not. Especially now that I have to finish "Scarlet's Story" soon too. 'cause that's been just sitting in my computer for months.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL MARVEL CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO STAN LEE AND THE OTHER CREATORS.

ALSO: There are a lot of spoilers in here. It's going to be JUST like the movie, just from my characters point-of-view.

BTW, you should check out: Suihara from deviantart . com ! I am reading her Euphoria doujinshi right now, and it's pretty interesting!

"I've told you a million times, Craig! Stay. OUT!" I yell, throwing a math textbook at my perverted roommate.

Craig laughs, dodging the textbook easily. "I know, I know! I just love seeing you half-naked!" He winks before slipping out the door to my room.

"UGH!" I scream, stomping over to the door and slamming it shut. The wood trembles on it's hinges.

I finish dressing myself in my winter clothes. I tie my short, curly white hair back in a tiny ponytail.

My phone vibrates on my desk. I click on the text message and read it. r u coming? The message is from Michael, even though he's in the next room.

I text back: You're such a lazy ass. And yes, I'm coming. I push send as I open my door.

Michael is sprawled on the living room couch. His left arm tucked under his head, his other arm resting on his stomach. His blue eyes turned on the t.v., watching Adventure Time.

"Oi, c'mon lazy bum." I nudge his knee with my hip.

He waves me off. "Hold on, this is the good part."

I roll my eyes, plopping myself on his stomach. He groans, then goes back to watching t.v. I sigh. "Michael! C'mon! The party already started! Connie's going to be so mad!" I reach over and tickle his armpits. He giggles and squeals like a little pig.

"Okay! Okay!" He squeaks, pushing me off him and onto the floor.

Craig rushed into the room, looking around wildly. "What's going on? Did you bring home another pig?"

I roll my eyes. "No. I was tickling Michael."

Craig stares at Michael, his eyebrows rising slowly on his forehead. "That was... you?"

Michael rolls his eyes, ignoring Craig's staring. "Yes, dude. I squeal like a little pig sometimes."

Craig's face turns red, then he bursts out laughing. "Oh man! That's so great! Can I video tape it and put it on youtube?!"

"Hell to the no. Now move."

"No more t.v., Michael!" I stomp over to the television, pushing the power button. "Let's go. NOW."

"Fine, miss bossy pants." Michael mumbles.

Connie's parties are always great. Even though we're only 19, most of the people she invites are old enough to drink and they bring all kinds of liquor. I've only gotten drunk once, and let me tell you, it was not all that great. I don't even remember half the night. But Craig swears we made out and did "the unmentionable". I really doubt that because I woke up on Connie's bedroom floor fully dressed. I'm really glad I didn't do anything that stupid.

"Want a beer, Snow?" Michael asks. I shrug and nod my head. Might as well drink something.

Oh, and my name's not really Snow. It's Fawn Coreli. But my friends call me Snow because of my shocking white hair and pale skin. And my eyes are an unnatural shade of bright blue. I practically look like I'm going blind in both eyes. But I assure you, my vision is a perfect 20-20.

I use to get made fun of all the time because of how I look. I got annoyed of it. So I asked my parents to let me take some kind of self-defense class. They let me do all kinds of things. Like karate, ballet, violin, piano, archery, and weaponry classes. It was really great. I was busy everyday when I was in junior and high school. I became friends with Michael in karate class. I met Craig in archery. And Connie and I have been best friends since preschool.

Connie and I were suppose to live together at first, but then she got a boyfriend, Tyler, and moved in with him instead. So I got stuck with the dwebs. I actually couldn't be more happier. My best friend is really happy and the guys are extremely hilarious. It's like an adventure with those two everyday.

Michael came back with two beers. He handed me one. I made sure it was sealed, then popped it open. One thing I learned from my mom was to never, ever, accept open drinks from anyone, not even your best friends.

"You really think I'd put something in your drink, Snow?" Michael smirks down at me.

We go through this every time. "Like I said before, my mom has taught me a lot of useless junk, but this one," I shook the can, "she's right about. One time some guy slipped something in a friend of mine's drink. She acted totally loopy and ended up doing some crazy stuff with the guy. I honestly was too young to even know what was going on. But she regretted it and I realized my mom was right. Never accept an open drink from anyone."

"Oi, okay. Enough with the lecture already." Michael smiles.

We watch the people dance. Grinding, jumping around, swaying. It was kind of ridiculous. "Hey Michael?"

"Hm?"

"Have you heard of something called Shield?"

"Um... You mean something you use to protect yourself with? Why?"

"No reason..." Lately I've been getting phone calls and this weird vanilla envelope appeared out of no where in my room one day when I came back from hanging out with the guys. It had the letters S.H.I.E.L.D. printed on the front. I was kind of freaked that someone actually got in my home and left it there. So I stuffed it in my desk drawer. This happened last night.

What if I'm being stalked? Could they be here at the party? Watching me right now? I glance around at all the unfamiliar faces. No one seemed to be paying attention to me. But then I caught a glimpse of a women with short reddish hair. She stared at me for a moment before turning away. Could it be her?

"Snow! Snow, you okay?!" Michael shook me by my shoulder. He points at my right hand.

I glance down. The can of beer was frozen solid in my hand. I drop it in shock. It shatters everywhere. People stop dancing and talking to look at me. They gave me weird looks, like I was stupid or something. I laugh it off and apologize. They ignore me and continue their dancing and conversations.

Michael stares at me with wide eyes. "Y-you were staring off into space... Then all the sudden your can started to freeze. I kept calling your name, but you wouldn't answer. I had to shake you."

"I... I don't understand..." I stare at the shattered ice. Did I do that? Did I really freeze that can? "I should go home..."

"Okay, I'll go get Craig." Michael starts to take off, but I grab the back of his jacket.

"No. I'll walk. Just don't... mention any of this to him, okay?" I say.

He sighs, then nods. "Just be careful."

"Okay. Tell Connie I'm not feeling well." I leave the house. I feel kind of bad having to leave like this before I even said hi to Connie. I hope she understands.

Halfway home, I felt like someone is following me. I quickly turn around, but nobody is there. My heart raced rapidly in my chest. I check my watch for the time. 2:38 A.M. I can't believe I stayed up so late. And I was suppose to visit my parents today at their new home. I pick up the pace, practically sprinting to my home.

That's when I heard foot steps following me. I turn in an alleyway to catch my breath. I glance back to see if anyone was there. Again, no. I let out a sigh and turn the other way to observe my surroundings.

The girl with the reddish hair stood about four feet away from me. I covered my mouth to muffle my scream. When she didn't move, I lowered my hand. She was pretty gorgeous. Her hair is wavy and stopped just bellow her ears. She wore a tight black jumpsuit that complimented her body well.

She finally spoke, "Hello Fawn Renee Coreli, I am Natasha Romanoff, a spy from S.H.I.E.L.D.. I was ordered to convince you to join us in a special mission."

... HUH?!

End! For now. Pretty excited about this.

Song of the moment: whatever the heck's playing for the Avenger's blooper gag rel. lol