A/N: Hey peopleses! This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me. Cover image is my OC, Mikkie Sanderson

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Avengers

Chapter 1

I looked out the window of the old abandoned warehouse. It has been at least 3 days since I have had to run from local cops. My name is Mikkie Sanderson. I'm about 16 years old, I think. I don't remember much, except for my name, and my age, sort of. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here, but somehow I ended up in New York, about a month ago. I tried to be normal, not seem suspicious, but it's not very easy when you are like me.

At first appearance, I'm pretty normal. But, if you take a closer look, I'm actually this deer half-breed. I have red hair, but it's not the normal red. No, it's like a crayon box red. There's a purple bow keeping it tied up in a side ponytail. My eyes, well, they're cool-ish. The right eye is dark green, almost forest-green, and the left is deep-sea blue. I have a light purple t-shirt with short sleeves, and a brown vest over it. My shirt and bow match. I guess you could say I have sort of pointy ears.

Oh, and I have fangs.

Of course, I found this out the hard way.

I wake up in a strange city. I'm in an alleyway, and I walk out into the streets. I see signs everywhere that say 'Times Square' and there are some for products and a bunch of other stuff.

How'd I end up here? I wonder to myself. Naturally, I go to the police first to figure things out. No harm there, right? Wrong. I walk in there, and I talk to the receptionist lady, and she takes a good look at me. Nothing happens. But then, all of a sudden, she sees these horns on my head. I have no clue where they came, as I try to explain, but it is no use. She just won't accept my explanation. So, instead of trying to figure out what happened, and be a normal receptionist, she calls all the other cops around, and they all start to make fun of me.

What happens next? It doesn't go well. I start to freak out; there were so many people!

"Oh, is the little monster frightened?" One of them asks me, noticing how I start to shrink in the presence of all the cops. Being the genius I am, though, I decide Hey! I think it would be smart to run away from all the cops! Nobody would care; they'll just leave you alone! But noooo, it can't ever be as simple as that. As soon as I try running, the cop who spoke before grabs my arm, and tightens his death grip the more I struggle against him. "Where do you think you're going? What, aren't you going to do something about it? No? Fine, suits me just fine."

So I do the only reasonable thing that pops into my head. I scream as loud and long as I can. Luckily, it startles the cop enough so that he lets go of my arm.

"Hey! What's going on?" an official looking cop walked in the room. Judging by the others' reaction to this man, my guess is that he's the chief. I couldn't take it anymore though. There were too many people. I turned and ran as fast as possible. As I burst through the door, I felt fur come up onto my skin, and I knew that I was in trouble. I dash through the streets, and everyone wonders what a deer is doing in New York City. And more importantly: why the deer is red.

I bring myself back to the present as I hear sirens go past. I knew they were looking for me; ever since that day my face has appeared on almost every WANTED sign. So, I've just taken refuge in every abandoned spot I can find, after they snoop me out. It won't be long. I think to myself. It never takes longer than a couple days for them to find me. And then I'll have to run again. I sigh. It's never going to be easy for me; not until I'm at least halfway across the country. That's a lot of running. I sigh again.

A door slams open downstairs, and I hear flyers above. I guess they found me. Let's just get this over with. I make my way down the stairs, creeping in the shadows so they can't see me without a flashlight. Or so I'm hoping. Of course, with me, anything – and I mean anything – is too much to hope for. I'm easily spotted, and I dash towards the exit once they shine a flashlight on me. I transform into a deer once I'm outside, and run wildly as I'm shot at, hoping that I can make it to the woods before I'm hit. Or, at least a park with lots of foliage.

I'm running down the sidewalk (luckily, there's only a couple of people on it too, but down farther a little ways), and turn and run down an alley. It's a dead end, but not for me. With a push of my powerful back legs, I easily soar over the brick wall, and onto the other side. I land in the park, and run into a bush. I transform back into my normal self, and sneak out of the bush once the cops run past. Thankfully there's no pricklies. Once I'm out, I try to act natural, but, of course, my luck had to get in the way.

"Hey, excuse me, ma'am," I'm pretty sure that I jumped, like, ten feet into the air, because I was startled, "but, do you know why the police have been running around town like crazy this past month?" I look up, and see a man standing there, short blonde hair, wearing a brown, leather jacket, almost as if he was from the 40's.

Noticing the look on my face, he clears his throat. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Steve. Steve Rodgers."

"Mikkie Sanderson." I reply back. "And, I think the cops are chasing somebody, but," I shrug my shoulders. "Who knows?"

"You do." Someone says behind me. I turn around, and see the Chief of Police standing there, a gun in his hand, and it was pointed at me. "Hey, Cap, thanks for distracting her for me, you were a big help." I look at Steve with anger very obvious in my eyes.

"I didn't know I was helping anybody…" Steve trailed off. Apparently it wasn't very easy to come up with something to say when he saw my death glare. Especially when it was directed. At. Him. "Umm… what exactly did this young lady do?" he asked.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Chief replied, with a pointed glare at me. But Steve didn't get to, because I ran. I was so intent on getting away that I didn't notice the other cops surrounded me. One of them tased me, sending me to the ground. I made a skid mark in the dirt as I fell, and I felt like I sprained my ankle. But that wouldn't keep me down for long. I quickly transformed and leaped over the cops, the Chief, and Steve – whose face was most definitely a scrapbook moment – as I bounded away.

The Fates must hate me today.

I was brought down again – this time by a stun gun, a taser, and a tranquilizer dart as I was about to leap over another wall. But this time, I wasn't getting away. I slammed into the wall, which added to the effect the dart, taser, and stun gun had on me. Before my eyelids closed, though, I saw the cops run towards me, with handcuffs at the ready, and a shocked Steve in tow.

"You're coming with us, monster." A familiar voice said. Monster. That's right, I'm a monster. And my eyelids slid shut.

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