Disclaimer: I do not own the Avangers/its characters/anything from the movie. I own my OC, her plot, background, etc. And any changes/ things added to the movie plot.
This story is based off and takes place during the Avengers movie. My first Avengers fic but definitely not my first fic.
Btw doing this on my phone/tablet cause I'm in FL on vaca w/o my laptop.
If the layout looks how it does in the doc manager I swear I will fix it on monday when I get home. I will also make this A/N bold. I cant do anything on my tablet.
I hope I do well with this story. Enjoy.
-Prologue-
Alarms blared and red lights flashed in the darkness as a 12 year old girl ran down a long hallway. She was dressed in a white hospital-gown-like shirt that matched the long hair that flowed behind her as her bare feet slapped against the cold cement floor. White cat-like ears were pressed flat against her head and a semi fluffy white tail poked out from the bottom of the shirt.
As the girl rounded a corner her unnaturally red eyes widened as she saw men with guns waiting. The girl skitted across the floor and scrambled back behind the wall as the men open fired. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she panted, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut tight. The gun fire stopped and the girl hesitantly peeked around the corner. The men were reloading their guns. The girl took the opportunity to run at them, dive between them, roll then get back up in a fluid motion before she took off running again.
The girl ran to another corner but stopped and listened this time. She tried to steady her breathing and held a hand over her own mouth to keep quiet.
"You idiots! We need her alive!" A man said into a radio. "Scare her if you must but don't fuckin shoot her! Shoot around her you morons! ... She's not going to get outside." The man said in response to someone. "There's no way she'll get past the blocks we've set up unless she can become invisible or go through walls and I doubt a cat freak would be able to do that." The girl frowned and and put her head against the wall behind her. She blinked and looked at an upper air vent, without a cover, across from her before smiling. She ran at the wall and jumped, grabbing onto the edge. Her body slammed into the cement wall with a soft almost inaudible thud. She grimace in slight pain before pulling herself up and inside; she was still small enough to crawl inside with some room left.
The girl made her way through the air vents, at times having to climb up to get to the next floor. She would put her back against the wall of the vent then walk up. She followed the scent of the ocean and eventually found the path to get outside. The exit to her freedom was covered with a metal cover. The girl frowned; the cover looked a bit rusted so she started to kick the cover until it flew out. She hopped out of the vent, and onto the cold sand below. She stood up and looked around.
The facility was on a man made island, in no way hidden, off the coast of New York. The facade was that it was a factory to prepare fish, caught nearby, to be shipped to New York. The first few floors were in fact just that. It was on the restricted sub-levels that held the building's true purpose.
A few boats were tied to a small dock nearby. One boat was for bringing ice to the facility, another was the fishing boat. There were a few other boats next to those. One boat, among the few, was getting loaded with crates. In the crates were ice and fish packed away.
The white haired girl moved through the darkness, across the sand, and made her way to the boat. The alarms from the lower levels could not be heard and the workers went on with their job as if it was just a normal night; to them it was. None of the workers knew what really happened below. The girl waited for the right moment before getting onboard the ship and hiding away.
