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Just to get this out there to clear any future confusion for you dear readers, but the first chapter is short, and also set eight years in the past before the Avengers, which is set in 2012. BUT, after the first chapter, the setting will be three years after the Avengers. But seeing that most people don't read what the authors write up in this little space, I'm going to rewrite the stories' time setting, so for you lovely people who do read these, just ignore it.

Obviously, I don't own Marvel, if I did, I'd be one motherfucking happy human being. But I do own my OC.

Enjoy the story, my brethren,

The heat was smothering.

Ambers from the fire blazed in the air.

A little girl covered her eyes.

Crackling sounds filled the smoky atmosphere.

The house was caving.

There was no way out.

The ceiling started to snap.

The exits blocked.

No where left to go.

No where to run.

It caved.

-Set eight years before Avengers (2012)-

An arrow was caught in her line of sight as it whizzed past her face. Its original purpose was most likely intended to slip through the thin layer of bone where her temple was; killing her. But alas, the girl moved over before such a thing could happen, adding to her ever-growing list of near-death experiences.

That motherfucker.

Light red eyes narrowed at her attacker. This son of a bitch wanted to play that game, eh? Smirking to herself, Reece stood up and pulled her pistol to her chest, kicking herself off the ground and running behind a wall to her left.

This was probably going to end badly, Reece was sure of it. But you best count your asses she wasn't going down hanging her head. This guy wasn't the only one who could hit a target dead on the bull's-eye and Reece was planning on showing this bastard just that, even though she was positive he already knew of her skills.

Before moving, Reece took her surroundings in. Ten minutes ago, this place had been the ideal place for a military base. Everything was neat and in order. It was almost sickening to see such a clean, tidy place. It was just… too clean. It made Reece itch with uneasiness. Nothing should be that clean and stay that nice.

But then again, Reece grew up in a rather messy house seeing that she was third to the eldest child out of seven children; things where never clean no matter how much you tried.

She had been doing a bounty mission when snatched up by men who looked similar to American military and took her to a secluded place. There were five men, all dressed in black with loaded weapons in their hands; ready to fire should something go wrong, which something did.

One man particularly caught the girl's eye seeing that he stood out amongst the cloned 'men in black'. He stood tall, but not too tall. Short brown hair and fair skinned he was. Since he was wearing black sunglasses Reece could not tell the color of his eyes, or the intentions they held with them. He carried a bow hand and a sliver of arrows strapped to his lean back. He called himself Clint Barton.

"Okay," Reece said quite slowly, drawing out the 'a'. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

She was getting pissed.

"I have a proposition for you," he stated, almost tonelessly. "I'm going to be blunt and get straight to the point, because I don't feel like wasting your time, and I need to make this short and sweet."

Reece tilted her head and smiled. "Good, you're on the right track.". Clint noted that she wasn't being a sincere as she lead on. "But, depending on whether or not the information you're about to give me might peak my interest, and not waste my time is all up to my own decisions. So, please, do go on Mr. Barton."

Clint left no time for haste, "As I said before, I'm going to be pretty blunt." Reece motioned for

him to go on. "I'm from a private agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. and someone I know just happens to be interested in your skills, Miss Nilthan." She opened her mouth to ask him how he knew of her, but he cut her off. "I know all about you, Reece; the girl that's frozen in time. You should be what, 37 years old now?"

Reece felt her stomach churn and was already mentally thinking of some smartass remark to spit back at him, but once again he cut her off.

"Look, I mean no harm," He said holding his unoccupied hand up. "I'm just stating facts here. But I am personally curious how you look 20 years old when you're really 37."

Reece felt herself smile bitterly, "Oh, wouldn't you like to know, Mr. Barton." This time she cut him off before he could respond. "I'd love to know how the fuck you know anything about me." She started walking towards Clint, now only five feet away, and it was here where he got a good look of her.

She wasn't gorgeous, but not ugly either. You could tell by her pale skin, pink eyes, and pale hair that she was albino. She had on mostly black clothing. A black hoodie that was a bit too big for her tiny frame, and a pair of grey jeans with black boots. What a contrast to her white skin, Clint thought.

The albino girl scoffed in realization as to why this man was here before here.

"No." She deadpanned.

Clint's brows stitched together. "What?" Reece laughed to herself and crossed her arms, not forgetting the two pistols she kept in her boots.

"Oh, I know why you honored me with your presence, Mr. Barton."

She took a step back.

"Do you really now?"

His grip on his bow tightened.

"Oh, yes, indeed I do."

She narrowed her pink eyes.

"Then tell me, Miss Nilthan, why I'm here."

He took a step forward.

"I'm not joining your little gang, Mr. Barton. I'd rather stay solo."

Her eyes held warning in them.

"We could help you figure out what you really are."

It came out as a whisper, even though it wasn't intended to.

"I said no, and I'm not going to repeat myself!"

Clint's eyes softened a bit. "That's too bad then."

Reece knew where this was heading. "Not really, Mr. Barton-"

Reece didn't have time to finish. Clint pulled his bow up, arrow in hand, aimed at her, and fired. She had moved just in time for the arrow to pass her pale face and jumped behind the wall to her left. Which leads you to where Reece is now, clutching one of her pistols in her hand, while the other was caught in her boot. Bad timing she guessed.

The other four men from before all ran at her at once, guns in hands. Rookie mistake.

All four men dropped to the ground, all with a lovely piece of metal implanted in their skulls before they could even pull their triggers.

As her hyperawareness started to kick in, Reece could hear the disbelieved breath that came from Clint when his mean dropped to the ground, and something under the lines of 'Mother of god'. Reece smirked at his response. See if that motherfucker tries shooting at me again.

Reece jumped out from behind the wall, fully attempting to jump to the other side and hide behind the wall to her right. Using her peripheral vision, she pulled up her gun and shot at the archer while successfully landing behind another shield for the time being.

As soon as she pulled the trigger, she heard the tiny bullet pierce his flesh foll owed with a cry of pain. What she didn't expect hearing was the sound of his bow hitting the ground. She aimed for his leg but must've got his arm. His shooting arm.

Smirking in response, she felt brave enough to pull herself out from behind the wall she used as a personal shield. It wasn't until she was halfway standing up when she realized there was an arrow heading straight to her heart, luckily though, she moved but wasn't fast enough and the arrow stuck in her left shoulder, piercing its way through.

Reece threw out many curses and dropped to the ground. Even though being what she was with her faster than normal healing powers, this fucking hurt like hell.

Tears started to swell in Reece's bright eyes. She wasn't used to getting hurt. It was always the opposite way around. This wasn't supposed to be happening!

She was well knowledgeable about human anatomy and knew this wouldn't kill her. She scoffed at her own thoughts… kill me, eh? But this wasn't just a wound, it was a serious wound at that. And even with her healing abilities, it would take at least a week to recover. God damn that fucking archer!

Reece was so caught up in her own fuss that she never even noticed Clint walking towards her, bow in hand, arrow in place, aiming at her.

Looking up at the last minute, not even an expression of fear on her face, Reece was able to watch as the metal arrow managed its way into her skull, right between her eyes.

Of course it hurt like hell. But she wasn't conscious long enough to feel the full effects as her body crashed to the ground. Even though her mind felt blank, she could still hear her surroundings thanks to her hyperawareness. The last thing she heard was Clint talking into a small phone saying he had to kill her, and that he'd just leave her there.

Just leave her there.

Just like that.

Then everything went black.

Welp, I'm pretty proud of myself.

It's 5:50 in the morning and I wrote this.

Yelp. Prolly should proofread it before I upload it, but oh well. I'll let you guys do the grammar Nazi-ing for me! I'm too tired to scold myself.

But I do want to get a few reviews on this before I begin to write another chapter. But if so, there shall be Loki-ness in the next chapter.

Pinky promise.

Mucho love,

Tibbles.