Foreword: My story takes place after Thor, but sometime before The Avengers. I know that several of the timelines are a little rough, but hey, in the midst of everything that's going on in my life, I don't exactly have time to iron the whole thing out.
Listen, I don't want to scare you or anything, but life can be hard. But I'll take it like it is and tell it like that too. So just hang on for the ride, and maybe you'll learn something along the way. At least, I hope you will.

Things used to be easy.

Life was a simple live and let live, help when it benefits you, love who you're told, do whatever it is that your superiors tell you to.

But I never could.

From day one, I was different. I never managed to fit the mold. Maybe you couldn't have been able to tell from looking, but I always felt that it was wrong. How could I let an innocent die just because it didn't suit me to save them? Just let whole worlds fade because it would be risking too much, putting myself too far into harm's way?

I stood by too many times and watched as my people did nothing, even when we could have stopped it. So I left, running away to never again return, running far, as far as I could, spreading rumor of my death along the way. Then I came here. To Earth. Where I could finally help, finally make a difference.

Well I suppose I should probably introduce myself. Hullo there. My name is Eve Caster. I have blonde hair and greyish green eyes. But thats's not important, seeing as they change all the time. I'm fairly tall and thin, and that makes me look more grown up than I actually am, which believe me, is definitely a good thing. I came to this world a few years ago. I look like I'm somewhere between 18 and 20, and used to age really slowly, but don't really age at all anymore-

Sorry. I do that a lot. Get ahead of myself, I mean. I'm a Light elf from Alfheim, one of the nine realms. And before you ask, yes, I have pointy ears, but I usually use a glamor to conceal them and my other elvish attributes from the eyes of mortals. My grandfather is the Chieftain of the Light Elves, but my uncle is the heir to the throne, and my mother is the youngest of thirteen siblings, so I have a very small chance of ever actually ruling.

As if I would want to.

I came to Midgard to do something... Different with my life. I was rather surprised at what I got.
But enough about me, let's get this show on the road.
I'll start from the beginning this time, or rather, where my life really starts to get interesting.

I was a private investigator slash assasin for a rather famous billionaire. You might know him.
His name's Tony Stark.
I had been working for him for a little over a year and a half when I was given the assignment. The scene starts back in New York, just after I returned home from a long mission in Germany.

Wow, throwback to 2013. I was only a little teeney child when I wrote this, and everyone agrees that it gets better the closer to the present that it gets. Sorry about that. But anyway, here goes nothing.