Key:

(f/n) - First Name

(l/n) - Last Name

(e/c)- Eye Color

(h/c) - Hair Color

(h/l) Hair Length


~~I know I dreaming but I can't seem to control any of my actions. The Faeries have broken in again. Why can't they see them! Why do my parents have to ignore my cries like this! Why do I have to watch in fear as they are slaughtered before my very eyes AGAIN! Why why why why! Oh Gods there's so much blood! Help someone help! Oh Great Goddess no!~~

"No!" (f/n) screamed as she bolted upright in... what was this a hospital bed? Where was she how did she get here...? Her heart pounded in leftover panic from the dream and her (e/c) eyes searched for any means of escape from this strange all white place.

"No what Miss (l/n)?" A deep and gravelly voice said over to her left. Her head snapped over so hard that her (h/c) hair swung back and hit her in the face the (h/l) locks still in a tangled mess from her "battle" with the Avengers. It was all coming back to her now. It had started with a visit from Mr. Stark and ended with her blacking out. It hadn't actually been a battle so much as she just ran away from them.

This strange older man had dark skin and a scarred face. Though she found that the scar didn't make him any less attractive. Since (f/n) actually thought he was in a roughed up stern kind of way. He didn't seem like the kind of man who didn't take shit. Her first coherent thought: Who is he? Her second: How does he know my name? She ignored his question. (f/n) didn't feel the need to answer it. It would bring up questions she'd rather not answer.

He sighed when she realized he wasn't going to get any answer out of her. "I suppose you're wondering who I am and how I know your name, correct."

She nodded.

"My name is Nicholas Fury. I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. S.H.I.E.L.D for short. And, you my dear are a very hard girl to find and apparently even harder to catch. I see the Avengers roughed you up a little bit. I can't say I'm sorry though. It brought you in custody. That was all I wanted.

She speaks now as her resolve against Mr. Fury strengthens. Her voice is soft. Timid at best. "I don't understand why I'm here..."

Director Fury cuts right to the chase. "With your powers you could be an invaluable asset to the team. I want you to join."

"Unfortunately your powers make you a threat to National Security. I can't let you leave."

"No." (f/n) replied harshly. She winced internally at the venom in her own voice but Fury seemed unmoved. Now that she was calm from her dream. She began to feel her Phobia kick in. The young woman had Latrophobia. The fear of Doctors and Hospitals. How she got the phobia was an entirely different story. (f/n) could feel the need to flee rise up her spine just like the hives that began to make her arms itch. The only thing keeping her in the bed was the I.V in her hand. Though she was tempted to rip it out and make a run for it.

(f/n)'s (e/c) eyes narrowed and became colder than the last Ice Age and just as deadly, her dark pink lips pursing in stubbornness "You can't keep me as a prisoner."

Fury gave the younger female a little smirk. "Oh, I believe we can. The dark skinned man replied.

(f/n) could feel panic knot, twist and freeze in the pit of her stomach. "I told you no!" She hissed. Tears forming at the corner of her eyes. "Why can't I go back to my almost normal life?"

"Because you said no. And, until you reconsider my offer you will have to be detained." With that he got up from the chair he had been sitting in and left. Leaving a member of the famous Avengers to no doubt watch over you and make sure you didn't escape.


If you want Steve jump to "Capsicle One"

If you want Clint jump to "Katniss One"

If you want Tony jump to "Narcissus One"

If you want Thor jump to "GoldiLocks One"

If you want Bruce jump to "Not so Jolly Green Giant One"