A/N: I waited a few weeks before I actually saw The Avengers in theaters. I have no idea why I waited so long because it's fantastic! The morning after I saw the movie, I woke up with the plot for this fiction forming in my head. I must have been dreaming about the movie. At first I pushed it aside because I'd never even considered writing a fan fiction and to be honest I didn't think I could. But over the next few days the plot kept cropping up in my thoughts and all kinds of ideas were starting to form. I finally decided that I just had to write it. This is my first fan fiction, although I started a few more recently after this one. I do have to say that the updates will likely be slow in coming and I apologize in advance. As a college student and new to fan fiction I'm working on balancing everything. I hope you enjoy this first chapter and please review.
Nineteen year old Bellethiel was going to have some fun with the ice cream truck that was always at the corner of her community college every Friday. Well more like with the girls from her English 1102 class that always got fat free fudge pops from said truck.
It was a cold January day in Maine. The sky was overcast and there was the usual bite in the air. The kind that made your nose go numb if you were outside too long.
The girls consisted of Ashley, Maddy, Clarissa and Jewel. They had tortured her all through middle school and up until the tenth grade. Bellethiel never understood why. She had never done anything or said anything about any of them. She kept to herself as much as possible, always having her nose buried in a book. She wasn't competition either. She didn't consider herself pretty. She had straight chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, and was near average height at five foot three. She had plain features as well, no striking cheekbones or anything like that. It wasn't like guys were all over her either. Bellethiel had never had a boyfriend, she had been asked to prom by a guy from her senior history class but she had quickly turned him down. She didn't do dances.
In tenth grade Belle had had enough of the girls antics. They smacked her books from her hand when she was by her locker, said hurtful comments about her looks, clothes and even her mom, who had left her and her dad when she was six. They also spread some nasty rumors about her sexual life, all of which were untrue because she had no sexual life. Belle would never forget the day when she was changing after gym class and one of them had taken a picture of her with their cell phone in her sports bra and panties. It had been sent out to the whole school.
So one day at lunch when Jewel decided to comment on Belle's trademark combat boots for the umpteenth time Belle picked up Jewel's diet coke and poured all over her and her tight, very expense, white lace dress. Jewel had screeched louder than a banshee was probably capable of and the entire third lunch period erupted into laughter. Belle had received high fives from random students in the hall the rest of the week. At first she was afraid Jewel and her Snob Mob would retaliate but it was exactly the opposite. They left her alone aside from sneers in the hallways.
She was wearing her long sleeve forest green shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, her well-worn black combat boots, and her new black faux leather bomber jacket that she had gotten for Christmas. She wore a charcoal gray stocking cap and matching gloves to keep warm. Her only makeup was tinted moisturizer, two coats of black brown mascara and a strawberry lip balm. She only wore three pieces of jewelry. A pair of ¼ carat diamond earrings, and a small gold band on her left middle finger with her name engraved on the outside and the meaning of her name engraved on the inside.
Her parents were both J.R.R. Tolkien fans and had decided to give her an elvish name. Bellethiel meant strong one and her dad called her Belle for short.
As well as testing out her new skills, she would have some fun with the group of girls she dubbed the Snob Mob.
She started walking towards the ice cream truck, being careful not to be noticed. She stopped behind a tree and peered out from behind it, waiting for the perfect moment.
Jewel and the Snob Mob had all gotten their usual fat free fudge pops and were giggling when there was a sudden gust of wind.
Everyone turned to see what the high pitched screeching was about. All of the girls had fudge pop smashed into the front of their expensive blouses and designer jackets.
Belle took a moment to laugh with the others who had seen it before she quickly dashed away down the block. Not one person saw her do either. Belle cackled with laughter at the mischief she had just caused.
After getting out her laugh she started her walk home. She put in her ear buds and was mumbling along to Pink's latest song Blow Me One Last Kiss.
As she passed by the local jewelry store, she was knocked onto her knees, landing on the cold, hard cement. Her ear buds falling out of her ears as she dropped her mp3 player.
Before she could react she was jerked up by the collar of her jacket and something cold and hard was pressed to the back of her head.
"Nobody move or she's dead!" A gravelly voice yelled, coming from the man who held her.
Belle didn't dare to move. She heard an alarm going off from the store. She hadn't heard it before because her music had been up so loud.
The robber started moving to the left, still holding the gun against her head. Belle was breathing hard, trying not to have a panic attack, which she had been famous for having since eighth grade.
"Drop your weapon!" Came a yell from Belle's right. She saw a police officer from the corner of her eye and then another appeared on the left. There were howls of sirens coming from police cars coming their way.
Belle felt the cold metal move from her head as the robber pointed his gun at the officer to her left. Belle took the moment to act. She moved from the robber's arms quicker than smoke being sucked out of a room and she darted forward and snatched the gun, then kneed the robber in the groin all in one movement that took three seconds.
The police officers stood dumbfounded and neither of them made a move at first. Instead they exchanged dumbfounded looks for a few seconds.
"Aren't you guys going to arrest him?" Belle asked, her hands balled into fists to hid her shaking.
The policemen, shaking off their confusion, grabbed the robber who was rolling around on the ground, clutching his manhood and moaning in pain.
"I'll return this to Mr. Phillips." Belle said, still slightly shaken, as she picked up the bag of jewelry the robber had dropped when she had kicked him.
When Belle came back out onto the sidewalk after returning the jewelry to a very grateful Mr. Phillips she picked up her mp3 player. She saw a news camera crew and a reporter. To avoid being asked any questions from the reporter or the police she quickly darted down the next few blocks and headed for home.
Belle arrived home fifteen minutes later.
"Dad I'm home!" She yelled out to no answer. "Must be in his lab." She mumbled to herself.
She went into the kitchen and made two cups of hot chocolate. She went into the walk in pantry and stepped through the door at the back which led to an elevator. She pressed the down button and the elevator started to lower. When the elevator door opened she saw her father at his desk, eyes focused on his computer screen.
"Hey dad." Belle said.
"Hey Belle." Her father replied without looking away from the screen.
"I brought you some hot chocolate. I'll be up in my room doing homework if you need me."
"Thanks Belle." Her dad said, looking away from the screen and taking the hot chocolate with an appreciative smile.
Back in the kitchen she grabbed her own hot chocolate and headed to her room to start on her paper for her English 1102 class.
Her walls were plain white and had been covered with posters over the years. Classic movie ones such as Casablanca, Gone With the Wind and Singin' in the Rain. She had a laminated poster that had the entire William Shakespeare play Hamlet on it as well as posters of Van Gogh's Twelve Sunflowers, Starry Night, and The Café Terrace on the Place du Forum, Arles, at Night. There was a tall wooden bookshelf opposite her bed that was overflowing with books. It contained classic such as Wuthering Heights, Frankenstein, The Great Gatsby and all of Jane Austen's novels. It also contained more recent books such as Harry Potter and The Twilight Saga.
She tossed her bag onto her unmade bed and sat down at the small desk opposite it, next to her bookshelf. She set down her hot chocolate and opened up her laptop and turned it on. She pushed against the desk and lifted her feet from the ground, spinning around in her computer chair while her laptop came to life.
An hour and a half later her mug was empty and her paper was finished so she went downstairs to make dinner.
She got out thawed chicken breasts from the fridge and cut them up, then cooked them in a pan with some oil. She chopped up green, red, orange, and yellow bell peppers and cooked them in a separate pan with some olive oil. When the chicken was done she added a packet of fajita seasoning then added the cooked peppers and stirred it together. She laid out the shredded cheese, sour cream, salsa and guacamole. She warmed corn tortillas in the microwave.
A few minutes later she and her dad were sitting at the kitchen table eating fajitas.
"So how did school go today?" her dad asked.
"The same as usual." She said as she poured milk from a jug into her glass.
"And how are you doing with your powers?" He asked, eyeing her carefully.
Belle worked to suppress a smile as she was reminded of her antics earlier that day.
"Well I may have tried them out a little." Belle told him truthfully, focusing on her fajita.
"Belle, you know I don't want you using them until we're sure you have control over them."
"Oh I think I've definitely got the hang of them."
"Belle..." Her father said in a warning voice.
"Okay okay. I won't use them anymore." She promised.
After dinner her father went back to his lab and, after cleaning up, Belle went to her room.
She picked up the current book she was reading, The Catcher in Rye, and plopped down on her still unmade bed.
Two hours later she finished the book and went downstairs to get an oatmeal crème pie and a glass of milk.
With crème pie and milk in hand she joined her dad on the couch to watch the news, as was their ritual.
Fifteen minutes later Belle wished she could dash off, but she knew her dad would notice.
A lady who looked to be in her forties appeared on screen. She wore red lipstick. Her blonde hair was so stiff it hardly moved in the cold wind. She wore a string of pearls and a dark blue suit jacket over a white tee blouse.
"Thirty-year old Henry Guile, robbed Phillip's Jewelry Store this afternoon. But what baffled police was a young female that the robber had grabbed off the sidewalk. He had her held at gunpoint when slipped from his grasp, disarmed him, and kneed him in the groin so fast the officers said that they barely even saw it. The Police arrested Henry and the young female returned the bag of stolen jewelry to the store owner. When the police went back to talk to her, she was gone. We have an interview with one of the police officers to share with you."
Belle's father looked at her with a look of concern mixed with disapproval. She sank back into the couch cushions and bit down on her bottom lip.
"It was incredible! She was like…like a ninja! I've never seen anything like it! It's like she had superpowers!" The policeman who Belle recognized as the one who had been on her left said into the camera.
"There you have it. Is there a new superhero in our midst? I'm Emily Shafer for Channel two news."
Belle's father ran his hands down his face but before he could say anything Belle spoke up.
"What was I supposed to do? The guy had a gun to my head!"
Belle's father pulled her into a hug. "I know. I'm just glad you're okay. How did the guy even grab you?"
"I was listening to music."
"Ah. Well I'm just glad you're ok. I'm going to document this. You did just as the lady said?"
"Yep."
"No complications?"
"Nope."
When her father finished questioning her she hugged him goodnight and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed.
Thirty minutes later she was standing in front of her bookshelf trying to decide what to read. She decided on To Kill a Mockingbird. She turned off the overhead light and climbed into bed and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. She hadn't read To Kill a Mockingbird since the tenth grade. She stayed up for two more hours reading, relishing the thought that tomorrow was Saturday and she didn't have class.
Belle was woken the next day by her dad shaking her shoulder to wake her.
Belle groaned and looked at the clock on her nightstand. She groaned again when she saw it was 8:30. Usually she slept until eleven on the weekends.
"There's someone here who wants to speak with you."
"Who?" She asked groggily, turning onto her stomach and pressing her face into her pillow.
"He says his name is Fury."
A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter!