I'm starting a new story cause I am obsessed with the Avengers. It takes place after the Avengers movie and I decided to add my own new character to the mix. I hope you enjoy it. I have many good surprises planned! (:


The cool breeze from the east whistled through the tall trees hugging the bluff on the Mississippi River. The sun shone over head, baking the streets winding over the grassy hill below it.
Three black suburbans drive slowly in the outskirts of Burlington, Iowa, slipping through the neighborhood streets like hunting panthers. They drive down a small street lined with cars, the houses on either side large and old, overlooking the large river below. It's peacefully quiet. The birds are chirping in the tall trees and stray dogs run across the street.
The black suburbans slowly come to a stop in front of the very last house on the street. It's the largest and oldest of all the houses in the neighborhood. It's an off-white color, with a wide wrap around porch. Flowers line the railing and rocking chairs sway slightly in the wind. There is no car parked in the driveway.
As the large vehicles stop in front of the house, the passenger door of the first suburban opens widely, and a man steps out, his face serious and seemingly unfriendly. He's very tall and large, with a black eye patch over one eye. His skin, a dark brown, matches the black clothes and heavy black trench coat.

"Colonel, sir, how many units?" a short women with light brown hair asks professionally, her stance tall and uniformal beside him.

He does not turn his gaze to her. "I'm doing this one alone. Prepare units one and two just in case, but I don't think there will be a problem with this one."
The colonel walks slowly toward the large house, taking large steps up the stairs that lead to the house. He stops at the top and looks in both directions as if to decide where he wants to go. He takes one step towards the door and raises his hand to knock but suddenly stops. A small smile curves onto his lips. He lowers his hand and begins walking down the porch, following it as it curves to the right with the house. The vehicles behind him are now out of sight.

"Colonel Fury, I told you last time that you could park in my driveway," a feminine voice calls out from a rocking chair in front of him.

"Melanie Walker. It's good to hear your voice," he remarks back, a smile on his face.

As he gets closer, a tall women with long brown hair stands up from the rocking chair, a pair of dark glasses covering her eyes.

He comes right up to her and touches her arm. She smiles, holding out her hand to be shaken. He shakes it willingly.

"Would you like some lemonade? I fixed some up inside. I promise it doesn't taste completely awful," she jokes as he wraps his arm in hers and leads her to the door. She shakes him off once they're inside.

"I know my way around the inside of my house better than I do the porch," she comments quietly as she sticks her arm out to the side to feel for the wall.

Her fingers lightly brush it as she walks slowly down the hallway and to the kitchen.

"I suppose your visit isn't a social one," she comments as she feels for the pitcher of lemonade.

"Afraid not," he replies as she begins to pour him a drink in a small glass placed in her hands.

"Tell me when to stop."

"That's good there," he says, taking the glass from her as she holds it out towards his voice.

He takes a long drink before setting the glass down into the sink, watching as the woman methodically feels around the kitchen as she puts things away.

"We have a situation and we need you to come in," he says authoritatively.

She stops moving for a second but then quickly begins moving again.

"What kind of situation?"

"A 'saving the world' kind of situation. There's a man who intends to destroy the world and enslave mankind. We fought him once, and now he's back, bigger and stronger."

She nods her head and he notices how her hands are shaking. He touches his radio in case he might actually need to call for back-up.

"You say this is the same man that you fought before?"

"Afraid so."

"Then why is he still alive?"

He clears his throat. "His brother fought on our side... wanted to take him back to the world he came from for retribution. It's not clear at this time how he managed to get back to Earth, but all we know is that he's brought some friends and it's not looking to pretty on our side."

She nods, nervously twisting her wrists in her hands. The worry lines in her forehead fold together, showing her usually concealed emotions. Nicholas Fury was the only person who had ever seen her true emotions.

"I assume you tried to keep me out of the fighting equation until I was completely necessary," she says slowly, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face from where they slid down.

"You assumed correctly. I know how you feel about fighting, but I'm afraid I've become quite desperate."

"I understand."

"We have a group of people like you, with special abilities and powers that make them different from everyone else. You wouldn't be alone."

"I haven't been around people in a long time. As you probably realized I almost never leave my own house. I don't know how I would react."

A small chuckle escapes his lips. "I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll warm up to them sooner than you think. They're very friendly, and very understanding."

She sighs and places her fingers over her lips in deep thought.

"Well I suppose leaving the house for a while will do me some good... though I'll miss the peace and quiet I have here."

He nods and smiles. "Glad to have you on board Melanie. We'll take you in as soon as you're ready."

He begins to walk out of the room and she stops him.

"Fury," she says, her voice strong and unwavering. He stops and turns to look at her, her stance strong and confident. "I'm always ready."