So, I was having one of those days where you just think so hard you begin to make up stories of your own and I thought of this one. Let me know what you think because if it sucks it is going in the trash.

Yes, I added an O.C, but in all respect she is a character from one of my actual stories so she isn't something Avengers inspired, I made her in like fifth grade...that means she is patented.

Anyways...I have a love for Vampires...so yes, the O.C. is a vampire, but if I hear one Twilight reference I will burst into flames.

Please enjoy! ^_^


From out of the Darkness

It didn't surprise her when she found herself shoved into a van and blindfolded, she was entirely too used to this sort of treatment having dealt with it for nearly thirty years. The fact was, she was a Vampire and Humans tended to dislike Vampires, a bit of a cliche truth. The Vatican had been after her for years, nearly thirteen if she recalled correctly, and each time they had screwed up somehow. She would let the van get a little ways down the road, let them celebrate a little and then break out as if it were child's play, which it was. And that is exactly what she did. There were three men and a driver, all ordained priests of the Vatican who foolishly accepted the challenge of taking her down. The first was easy to knock out, being the lightweight of the bunch. The second had been just as easy, but the third had brought on some issues as she smacked him in the face with the gun she had lifted off the second man, and while it dazed the third he didn't fall until she replaced the gun with her fist, sure to break his nose. The driver was easy, she knocked him out without even losing control of the van. She managed to get in the front seat and park the car next to a parking meter, where the men were sure to be found the next morning. All in a nights work.

She returned home quickly, sure to dodge anyone who seemed on the lookout for young teens making trouble so late at night, mostly police and a few druggies looking for a score. She didn't have to worry too much; it was New york, everything was troublesome in New York, and she was one of the less suspicious characters out tonight. The door to her apartment was secure and she didn't sense anyone inside so she went in confidently and took a long relaxing shower before securing the dark drapes around her window and falling into a deep sleep. All in all, a good night. Her stomach was full of a crack addicted hobo, she had bought a nice pair of leather boots for half off, and her blankets were curled up around her nicely keeping her warm. Her long red hair was spread out above her like a bloody halo and her silver blue eyes fluttering closed as she drifted off.

The morning wasn't as peaceful as the night before, however. She awoke far too early, perhaps noontime, to a banging on her apartment door. She growled and tried to ignore it, hoping they would go away only to jump when she heard the door splinter down. She leapt from her bed only to be caught by the arm in a vice-like grip. She turned and was surprised to see a man dressed entirely in black. She gave a cute smirk and flipped her leg up, kicking him in the face and throwing him back with what humans would call super strength. He landed back against the bedroom wall and she could now see a group of agents dressed in black, similar to the man who had just assaulted her, standing in the entryway of her room. She glared at the invasion of privacy, but did not falter in her defense as the entire group pounced on her and somehow, amidst the flailing limbs and flashing claws, managed to get a pair of handcuffs around her wrists as well as what felt like shackles on her ankles. These wouldn't have been any trouble, but for the part that the cuffs were partially silver, twenty percent she would guess, just enough to hold her limbs firm with a painful bite but not enough to burn her. She glared up at the soldiers who backed up, taking in gasps of air even though she had not broken a sweat.

"What is the meaning of this!?" She yelled, irritation above all else in her voice.

"You're under arrest." A man's voice called. She looked up as a tall black man dressed all in black, complete with a black eye patch, strolled into the room. "For at least two decades of scattered murders."

"That's all you got?" She growled viciously. "Some murders here and there?"

"Anything else and I wouldn't be here." He stated. "You're lucky I've been able to keep a lid on your activities for so long. Why do you think the police haven't been after you? Police incompetence only goes so far. Moving place to place every three months can only work for so long." She glared up at him as he approached her and knelt before her. "How would you like to stop running?" She spat in his face. He was obviously angry, but he simply wiped the spit away and fixed her with an even more determined gaze. "How would you like to step out of the shadows?"

"...what are you talking about?"

"You have a gift." She scoffed at his declaration. "Okay, a curse, but it can be treated as a gift. Names Nick Fury, Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D, don't even pretend to know what it stands for.

"Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division. It was changed in 1991 to Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate. Only just recently changed to Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Every promotion you get a new name. You guys support the Avengers." She stated obnoxiously and met his eyes. He was staring down at her in a bit of surprise and fear. She chuckled a bit. "Do you honestly think there are any secrets in your minds I don't know?" Again he gave her a regarding stare, obviously uncomfortable with her ability to read his thoughts. She sighed, bored already and getting cranky from the silver braces. "Anyway, you came here to ask me something?"

"I find myself in need of another Avenger."

"Don't you think you're a bit old to be collecting superheroes?" She began struggling at the pain in her limbs. "What does that have to do with me?"

"I need someone who can operate at night, in the dark, and in an interrogation room." He stood, strolling around her, exercising his authority. "All of which you cover."

"I see, and what if I'm not interested in your little club?"

"Then I stick you right back where you came from." His voice dropped an octave as he glared down at her. "The Vatican are persistent pains in my neck, calling me up every week to ask if I have seen any strange occurrences. Now, if I can get you to sign up for my...club,they just might leave the two of us alone." He began pacing nonchalantly. "You would never need to run again, you could stop looking over your shoulder, quit beating up men in white vans in the dead of night." She lifted her eyes carefully to watch his face. He was telling the truth, that wasn't the question, it was if she should trust this man, whom had barged into her apartment in the middle of the day, with her freedom. She stared up at him as he halted in front of her. "Your choice, though keep in mind, it might be your last choice."

"An Avenger, huh?" She mumbled, staring at the floor before meeting Nick Fury's good eye. "Fine, but I hope you know what you're getting yourself into here."

"The same goes for you, Ms...?" He fumbled. She smirked.

"All that military know how and you can't even track down my name?" She smirked and shook her head. "Don't bother, it's not important anyways. Just call me Hoax, nobody does." He gave a quiet chuckle as he signaled for the agents to unlock her restraints.

"Welcome to the team, Hoax."


Please tell me what you think and I will see about continuing.

I wanted to do an intro to see if it was even interesting to anyone seeing as people usually hate O.C.'s, but I love making them.

*The S.H.E.I.L.D reference came from google of course, but it's the comic world vs. the Avengers movie where you get all the different names. I just added both for the heck of it.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME IF IT IS ANY GOOD!

Thanks for reading!