AN: So hello, I'm Kat, It's been a long time since I've written a fan fiction or posted anything on here so please do not compare this to any of my old work. I will try to update weekly and maybe more than once a week when I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or any other Character you recognize in theses story's, I'm just barrowing them for my own twisted ideas, the only thing I own is Katrina Minx, the rest belongs to Marvel.
December 5th, 1994- Seattle, WA
Shadows covered the street, the air thick with smoke, the whining screech of sirens that would never make it in time echoing through the silent crackling night. Flashes of light, light the scene of a young girl sitting in the snow as ash rains down around her. In her arms a purple stuffed dog is smashed. Her soot coated face clearly showing the trail of black tears down her cheeks. Her burned tattered nightgown blowing in the wind, she stares unseeing at the bright orange red heat that was once her home. Shouts surround her as neighbors come to see what has happened, to stare in ah and horror at the tragedy that would never truly affect them. The girl is swept from the ground into a white van as the medics finally arrive. It's too late to stop the fire; all they can do is watch as the burned wood collapses in upon itself. Katrina Minx was now an orphan.
20 year later…
In a lonely flat in the heart of New York City, an orphan lives. A tattered purple stuffed dog lies atop a blue comforter on the large queen sized bed. A Black Cat sleeps stretched out along the windowsill. Katrina Minx sits drinking coffee reading through a file with a black eagle symbol stamped on the front.
Katrina sighed as she looked at the file. 'These idiots have no idea what they're doing…' She thought to herself exasperated. This was the 5th case she had worked on this week for Phil and it was getting tiring having to sort through all the papers and solve something that a five year old could figure out because the average shield agents where too lazy to do their jobs. She pulled out her phone dialing the familiar number for hundredth time that week.
"You finished already Kat?" His voice sounded surprised but not unpleased. She rolls her eyes.
"Of course I'm finished already… this is child's play, I know your agents could have figured this out just as quickly as I did. Why do you keep sending me these case's Coulson? It's a waste of my time." She says annoyance coloring her voice. She glares at the file as Phil says something to someone else before answering her.
"Because my agents are busy and you're not…" She could imagine the look on his face as he placed his thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of his nose tiredly. "I need you too..." he is cut off by the sound of an explosion in the background. Yelling and multiple crashes are heard. Katrina stands from her seat listening.
"Coulson… Phil? What's going on? Talk to me dammit!" She says quickly into the phone worry bubbling up inside her. She moves through her apartment grabbing her gear and tossing it on the bed getting ready to go help.
"Katrina we need you to come in… a jet will be at your building in 5 minutes… be ready to go" Katrina sighs in relief as Phil's voice crackles through the phone before the line goes dead.
Moving quickly she changes into her gear, Tight black skinny jeans made to be stretched and moved in, a black long sleeved sweater made from a form fitting micro shielded fiber, a pair of black doc martins with modified weapon poaches, and a Denim jacket made from the same fabric as her shirt and pants. She quickly fills a large duffle bag with clothing, weapons, and personal belongings. She puts her laptop and her files in a tan messenger bag along with her sketch book, iPad, drawing pencils, and any books or notebooks she may need. She slips her pendent and pocket watch over her head, slips on her glasses, grabs her IPod and Cell Phone, and quickly moves to the roof.
Brown hair whips across her face as the shield jet lands beside her. She enters taking a seat quickly as they speed off towards the Helicarrior. She looks around her taking in the faces of the 6 avengers. She gives Clint and Natasha a nod.
"Any idea what we're dealing with?" she asks her friends pulling her tablet from her bag feeling the confused gazes from the 4 people she had yet to meet.
"No clue, we got a call from Coulson saying we needed to come in and to be ready for the Jet. He did not elaborate." Natasha shakes her head her blue eyes meeting the dark brown of her friend. Katrina sighed 'great, just great'
"I was on the phone with him over a case he sent me, there was an explosion on his end, and then he was telling me the same thing." She explains shortly at Clint's questioning look. They all sit quietly for about 20 minutes until…
"Who are you?" She looks up meeting the eyes of a billionaire. She looks him over scanning his suit choice.
"Captain Katrina Minx, USS Military first class, Shield Agent level 8" Natasha answers for her.
"More commonly known as CyberGhost" Clint adds in watching the others reactions. Starks eyes widen at the last added bit, Banners eyebrows raise questioningly, Rodgers stiffens in shock, and Thor just looks confused.
"CyberGhost… is a part of Shield?" Starks disbelieving voice fills the silence… "CyberGhost is a… girl?" Katrina smirks slightly to herself.
"Can we trust her?" Rodgers asks Natasha and Clint never taking his gaze of her.
"Yes, Yes, and Yes" Katrina answers there questions with a nod. "It's nice to finally meet you all, officially."
"What is this CyberGhost?" Thor intervenes before anyone can say anything.
"Just the most infamous and successful hacker and Cyber Criminal on the planet." Banner dead pans still looking at her with raised eyebrows. 'Oh this is going to be fun' Katrina smirks to herself as they land on the Helicarrior.
AN: Well that's it for now Everybody, I hope you liked it and if you did please leave a Review and favorite the story, the more response I get from this story the more I will feel the need to update it. ~Kat