Disclaimer: Before I begin, I would like to clarify that I do not own any aspect of marvel. I own my OC and her story.

I started this in October and I'm really hoping that you'll enjoy this one!


Chapter One

Mutant Problems


Sunlight peeked through my blinds, temporarily blinding me as I opened my eyes. I have to wake up, I thought, before groaning and checking the time. Of course, it's eight o'clock in the morning. I got up and took my normal stride to bathroom to take a look in the mirror. The girl who stared back at me looked exhausted. My hazel-green eyes were tired and slightly baggy from working a ten hour shift at the library. My chocolate brown hair seemed extremely dull and lifeless. Other than the obvious tiredness of my appearance, I looked just as young as I was.

I made my way to the kitchen to lay something out for breakfast. Usually, I would cook, but its been a long week and I've been extremely fatigued from work. I set out some poptarts and cereal, waiting for my twin brothers and friends to finally make it to the kitchen.

Almost a year back, I was a wreck. I had almost finished my third year of college when I got the news. My father had gone missing. It was hard considering everything that had happened to my family. My mom had died in a plane crash just two years before, and I had to move back to New Jersey to care for my brothers just until they go off to college in a year or so.

Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, aka the shadiest man that I had ever met, claims that he has a team working around the clock to find him. It had been a very peculiar way that he has went missing. He'd been in the middle of his life's work. Figuring out my genetic mutation.

Yes, I'm a mutant.

My mom was one before me, the ability to control certain things with the mind. Like objects, emotions, and as I grew older my mother had seen to it that I wasn't able to access the rest of my powers because I was dangerous.

As always, Jake was the first to resurface from his room already dressed for school. Jake and Nathan were identical in looks only, with their smoky brown short curly hair and their icy blue eyes. They both had my dad's handsome features, while the only difference between them and I was our eyes. I got my hazel-green ones from my mom. Jake and Nathan had completely different personalities. Jake was the responsible one. After our parents were out of the picture, he stepped up big time. He does better in school, helps me at home, and tries not to get into any trouble. Nathan on the other hand, is reckless. He parties late, hangs out with different girls every week, and sometimes belittles his family in front of company. This behavior only started since our dad disappeared and I still don't have a handle on it.

"Morning, Kate." He said, grabbing a package of poptarts and loaded the treats in the toaster. Another difference to the boys being that they shortened my name with two different nicknames. Jake called me Kate and Nate called me Kat.

"Morning, Jake." I replied brightly. My eyes widened slowly, as the box of poptarts started to float in the air. Jake caught them and pushed them back down quickly, before the crowd of people could enter.

Nathan entered with his normal posse of friends, Roman and Mike. They were obviously having a conversation about girls, and I was not about to hear any of it.

"Hey, Kat?" I turned my head to Nathan. "I'll be late tonight."

I groaned, "Come on, you know I work late on Fridays! You went out last Friday." We shared a look. It was one of those moments when I saw that bit of emotion in his expression. He was obviously upset, and I got it. I didn't like his methods of dealing, but I wasn't a shrink, I was his older sister. "Fine."

"However, I'll cancel my plans tonight for a chance, Kitty." Roman flirted, as he leant on the counter behind me.

This, I was not a fan of. Getting hit on by my brother's idiotic and nubile friends. "Go away, Roman." I murmured dryly, not looking at the teen.

"She digs me." He says from behind me to Mike. I rolled my eyes and continued to make my coffee. They'd be gone soon.


Two hours later, I was leaving for work at the library across town. As I was grabbing my car keys, my doorbell rung. Immediately after the door swung open, I sighed in annoyance. I hadn't seen Nick Fury since he sent Agent Hill to assess me for my database file. What would he be doing here, unless ... he had news on my father. "Fury," I greet with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "Nice to see you again." I didn't ask how he found my new address, considering it's not even under my real name. It's just Nick, he's bound to figure out this shit, one way or another.

"Good afternoon, Miss Silver." Fury says back, with that eerily calm and collected tone. He moves closer into the doorframe and looks around cautiously. "It seems to me that you're still having the same control issues."

"What-" I turn to my living room and sigh in exasperation. In my fit of mixed emotions, several items in my living room were floating in the air. "Shit." I focus on calming my emotions and most of the items found their way back to their original spot.

I sighed, opening the door wider to let him in. He stepped forward and walked in. I locked the door and moved to lean against the kitchen counter.

"You have his research about me, don't you?"

"Correct, Miss Silver. We have the DNA test results and his other projects on your mutation. I've come to bring up the Avengers Initiative."

"I thought that was scrapped." Fury gives me a look of irritation. I hacked SHIELD's files four months ago. Sue me. "I was curious." He shouldn't be surprised, my father helped build their headquarters security system. "Well don't tell me that you came all this way to discuss an idea."

"Your file reads that you're potentially-"

I cut him off, "useful to the team. I get it. I have my father's brain and my mom's freak genes."

Fury nods. "More or less. I'm not going to lie to you, we had a problem on our base four days ago. If we can't fix this problem, the world is going to need your help."

"The world? I haven't even learned how to control my powers yet." I argued, with slight exasperation. The world needs my help! Give me a freaking break! I'm trying to keep a low profile.

"We'll train you." He answered simply.

"I can't just-" I began to protest.

His cool gaze was fixed on me, and it was disapproving. "This is what your father wanted."

I sigh and rub my left temple. This is exactly what he wanted. This is why he spent so much time with me. He wanted me to use my powers to help people. When I didn't say anything, Fury continued, "I'll send an agent to collect you tomorrow morning." He was about to turn to leave when I panicked.

"Fury, I can't just leave the boys here!" I hissed.

"Its all taken care of, Miss Silver." Fury told me calmly. "They will be well taken care of. The agent will be here at around the same time."

He then passed me the folder he had been holding. "This is your briefing packet. It will answer any of your questions. See you soon, Miss Silver." And with that, he just disappeared down the hall.

Opening the packet, there were the familiar copies of the files I had read last year about the six others on the team. One was about Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, that had been frozen in the ice since the forties, who was a legend. It was really the only file that I paid much attention to. I checked out Natasha and Clint, then Banner and Thor. I skimmed over the file of Tony Stark. The last one was of me. There were various photographs, a timeline of the most significant events in my life, and a copy of the file that my dad kept of me. My personality profile was shocking to say the least, I wasn't aware that I was self-assured, potentially volatile, or dangerous. However, I did know that my powers were influenced by my emotions, and what the hell does level 4 combat training mean? Apparently, that's my level of combat training. Is that bad?

In short, a self-sustaining energy cube was apparently stolen by some douchebag Norse God, and the government needed my help. While my dad researched to help me control my powers, I just wanted him to fix me.

I wanted to be normal.

But that was the easy option. I had to do something, if not for the people, then for him. So as I made my decision, I did what I had to do. I took an extended leave at work. Hours later, I was leaning my elbows on the island in the kitchen, tapping my fingers nervously. Jake was due home any minute now, and I had to tell him something. I can't just leave him without an explanation, Jake was finally starting to have a handle on his depression.

When I heard keys jiggle through the door, I tapped my knuckles nervously against the counter. Jake opened and closed the door, and I heard the sound of him dropping his bag on the couch. He came straight to my direction, in the kitchen.

"Hey, Jake." I said, watching him go for the fridge. "Ah-no! Wash your hands first!" I scolded, sounding like my mom. "That's gross."

He sighed dramatically, before moving to the hallway bathroom. When he came back, I was still in my business stance. He grabbed a can of coke out of the fridge, before popping it open. When he noticed my staring, he paused.

"What?"

"Er, nothing." I said, too quickly.

"Kate, spit it out." My brother pushed.

"I have to leave for a week or two." I bit my lip, gauging his reaction. "Look, I can't explain everything, but I need you to trust me."

"Why?"

"The uh ... government, they need my help." I said slowly.

"The government?" My brother fumed. "Kate, you know what they did to you the last time! I thought we agreed that we would lay low-"

I cut the kid off mid-rant, "Jacob! Calm down! They're not the same people. They worked with dad ... and if I helped them, I can get some more information about him."

Jake sighed, "What do they need you to do?"

"Well ... to sum it all up, save the world." I shrugged with a sheepish smile.

"From what?"

"That, I can't tell you. It's Classified." He sighed in annoyance. "Just know that I will be fine and you guys will be taken care of."

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." I ran my hand through my hair, before continuing. "Look, you and Nathan are almost practically adults..." I then thought about Nathan. "in a legal sense. You know the rules."

He waved me off, repeating the only three rules I set. "Don't burn my house down, stay out of my room, and I'll be watching." Jake then got a thoughtful look in his eyes. "How are you always watching, anyway?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Literally." I pulled out my baby. I turned the portable device on and showed him the live feed of the apartment. I smirked, enjoying my brother's face. "What is that?" I laid it on the table and pushed it forward to give him a better look. "Surveillance! You created a surveillance system?"

I scoffed, "What did you expect? I can't trust Nathan, and you have your moments. This baby's been here for almost a year now."

I watched as Jake's eyebrows flitted together in realization. "That's why I never got away with anything!"

I looked on in amusement at my brother's reevaluation of every prank, every party, and every sneakout that they had ever gotten caught.

"Hey, we can't all be invincible." I teased, earning a smile from him.

"I'm gonna miss you." He admitted.

"I promise I'll be back as soon as possible." As I stared at him, I remembered something. "Do you remember where I put the glocks?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"I need you guys to stay safe. At least until I get back." I declared, staring into my brother's confused gaze.

"Its been a year, Kate. Could they still possibly be a threat?" Jake questioned.

"I don't know. But I need to be reassured that you guys can defend yourselves."

After a really awkward talk about strangers with Jacob, I went to my room to grab my latest creation, my idea pad. It was my life, wrapped up in a small device. It was smaller than the smallest tablet and bigger than the largest smartphone. It was only activated by my voice and fingerprint analysis.

I had been working on a tracking device. I installed it in their phones to keep me connected with my brothers no matter what. My father and I also created the design for the microchip tracking device in the back of their necks. Embarrassingly, we had to put them under an anesthetic to insert them, but it was necessary. They were the only normal ones in the family and they needed to be protected against those who wanted to use them to hurt me.

That night, I spent my time getting some things together. A change of clothes, my tablet, and mine and my father's notes on gamma radiation. He wrote the majority of his life's work in there; how he tracked down my mother, personal things about how they fell in love, the possibilities of what I could be when he found out that my mother was pregnant. The rest were results of tests and samples taken from mine and my mother's blood to make a comparison.


After a really awkward goodbye to my brothers, I left my apartment with a rather familiar man.

"So if I'm understanding correctly, I use mine and my father's research to find the cube in exchange for information on my father?" I asked, just to clarify what exactly I was getting into here. The people on this list of "Avengers" were a hell of a lot smarter and heroic than me, yet here I was, granting my permission to use my intelligence to find an intergalactic cube to Agent Coulson.

"Exactly, Miss Silver." Coulson answered me, as we stepped out of the town car in front of a very high-tech jet. I knew the model; Quinjet HT-500. It was a carrier jet that carried tactical teams and the most exclusive one in the western hemisphere. Just standing in front of one was giving goosebumps.

"The Quinjet HT-500." I marveled out loud. "You guys must have some friends in some pretty high places. There's only three on this side of the planet."

"Something like that." Coulson quipped vaguely. I was beginning to think that vague answers were his thing, not that I minded anyway. I was too busy nerding out over the jet.

"Right." I noticed Coulson standing there with a proud look on his face. "Who colored your rainbow?"

Coulson gave me a look at my choice of words (causing me to blush slightly) then proudly informed me of who was joining us on our flight. "Captain Steve Rogers will be joining us on our flight to the headquarters. He's one of the greatest legends of our time."

"Oh, I know plenty about the Captain. My mom met him in passing once. She told me that he was the only man (in the 40s) that didn't regard her like a freak." I mused, remembering my mother's story about her encounter with Captain America. Mine and my mother's mutation slows down our aging process. I'll look like I'm twenty five, twenty years from now. My father searched endlessly to speed up my aging process, but discovered that he couldn't do so without the 80% chance that it could fail, meaning I could age too rapidly and die.

"Farrah Silver was an honorable woman. She's still missed." Coulson offers, to try and eliminate any sadness that might have slid into my expression.

"Thank you." I threw in gratefully. "Phil." I walked in the Jet and took a look around as Phil stood at the door, waiting for the Super soldier.

I think I would have liked Agent Coulson, had I believed that there wasn't more to my job than SHIELD had asked of me. I mean, come on, I'm not stupid. They could have found any other smart person to help them find the cube. It just so happens that all of the science experts on the team have some sort of useful ability or perk to them.

While I was contemplating my thoughts about SHIELD, I was interrupted by the voices of two men conversing outside the Jet. I recognized Agent Coulson to be one of them, so I assumed that Captain Rogers was standing outside of the cabin. I was actually glad that I had went on ahead and retreated to the cabin. I mean, what do you say to a super soldier that was frozen 70 years, who knew your mom?

I turned my back away from the door and focused on the interior of the Jet. Admittedly, all the cool toys were in the front, not really giving me much to admire. There were a few seats with belts in the Jet lining both walls with bags under them. Parachutes, I guess. Footsteps coming closer to me broke me through my thoughts. I immediately turned around without much thought and my eyes rested on Captain Steve Rogers.

While I knew of the science that made him 'super', the Captain pretty much looked like the all-american soldier (from the 40s, as you can tell.) His blonde hair was combed and slicked back, he was fair-skinned, most likely about six inches taller than me, and he had so much body muscle that his height wasn't the only reason that he towered over me. While his build was intimidating, something about his blue eyes were innocent, despite being touched by the effects of the war. Somehow, he looked friendly, despite the business posture that he expressed in front of me. He was definitely was I was expecting, though my imagination didn't quite do him any justice.

He was very attractive. My mother's description of his post-serum physique was quite inadequate compared to what I was looking at.

I briefly glanced at Coulson, who was in the middle of his burst of excitement, to introduce us both. "Captain Rogers, this is Katherine Silver."

"Ma'am." The Captain held out his hand for me to shake, "I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Silver."

"Call me Kate." I correct quickly, not digging the whole ma'am thing.

"I did hear about your father's research on the cube. You're going to help find it." The Captain stated, as we went to take our seats for take off. Coulson went off to clear the pilots for take off.

"I believe so. My father worked with the tesseract." I nodded along with my words. "Everything I learned about gamma radiation, I learned from him."

"You sound just like her, you know?" Captain blurted out. I paused, not saying anything, casting my eyes to the ground. A moment passed before the Captain began to apologize. "I-I didn't mean to- that came out wrong."

I looked up and dismissed it. "I'm uh- fine." I waved my hand in dismissal with a soft smile. "Forgotten."

When Coulson returned, he held a tablet-like device with a screen that held several video files. I opened my share sensor and bumped devices with him, downloading his files. I was overwhelmed by the three different screens. One with a blond male by the name of Thor wielding a large hammer, a Hulked-out Banner, and footage of a thinner black haired man in similar clothing as Thor attacking the base and stealing the tesseract. I enlarged the one that interested me the most.

The incident that started this whole mess.

In the twenty minutes it took to watch the entire video, I realized two things. One, what we were dealing with isn't even from this world. And two, I wasn't even sure if I had the guts to do what I promised.


That's it! The first chapter. The second is almost finished and will be up depending on how I feel thursday. I will also reveal the face claim of the twins next one!