A/N & Disclaimer: I do not own anything Marvel, not the characters, not the universe, not their powers, nada. However, I do own my OC Michelle "Mitch" Ibanez. BUT, I do not own her best friend, Logan "Loki" Frasier because he is a creation of a friend of mine.

These two characters are from an RP I used to play, for further knowledge on them both please go to insanejournal . com and look up _egyptian_ for Mitch's profile and either/or lokisrun and lokimotion for Logan's profile. I am aware that having "two" Lokis can get confusing, but I like confusing, it makes for interesting. I will do my best to describe the two as differently as possible because they are different from one another.

This takes place during the Chitauri attack in Avengers. I have slightly re-arranged the events, but just slightly. Don't jump me. Please. Last but not least, I hope you all enjoy! (Oh, and if I get something CRAZY wrong about Marvel Universe and its rules, please PM me and let me know. I'm basing a lot of this off the movies, not the comics.)

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Mitch opened her tattoo parlor the same way she always did. Her first appointment showed up and came in, followed by Mitch's best friend and cashier, Logan Frasier, commonly known as Loki by friends and tattoo/piercing patrons. The man didn't look bad, but he didn't look good either. He had some stubble on his face and his shirt was wrinkled.

"You're late," Mitch told him, leading her appointment into the back and in one of the curtained off areas.

"Well, I could get her out of my apartment fast enough," he retorted jokingly, a wicked smile on his face as he winked at Mitch.

As she came back up front to get some sketches, she gave him a look. "You mean, you were too busy crying when she left this morning, running out the door once she realized what you really look like without her beer goggles on," Mitch joked back at him, running her hand through and messing up the man's brown, curling hair. Hazel eyes glared at the teaser's brown, almond shaped ones. Mitch gave a playful laugh at her friend's glare and walked back to her customer. Loki couldn't hold his glare too long before he too was laughing at the joke.

The morning was going well, one could even say usual, that is, until there was a loud crash and a piece of the ceiling fell down in the tattoo parlor's lobby.

"What the fuck?" Mitch questioned, mid-tattoo design. She wiped away some of the blood on the arm in front of her as Logan went to the front of the parlor and looked out the wall-to-floor windows. His face paled. "Um.. Mitch?" he said, barely audible. When no one answered him, he called a bit louder, light panic setting.

"Mitch!"

"What?!" she called back, annoyed at being interrupted for a second time. Couldn't people just let her make art?

"Come see this, right now!" Logan insisted. It was the strain in his voice that had Mitch concerned. So she wiped her design clean of the red liquid and then gently covered up the customer's arm, informing him that she'd be right back, and don't pick at it.

She mumbled some nonsense about not allowing an artist to work properly as she walked back up to the front of the parlor and see what her friend was so concerned about. When she reached him, he pointed up at the skyline above the street. "Whoa.." Mitch's breath caught in her throat as she saw the scene unfold in front of her.

In the sky of New York City, right before the two friends' eyes, there were big, metal-looking, flying worms flying around the tops of the buildings. Then she saw Iron Man engaging in a fight with the flying worms and some guy in black, at the corner of a building's roof, shooting arrows at them too. "Holy shit. Get out now," Mitch said calmly but direct at the same time. "Yes ma'am," Logan responded.

His former military training kicked in, calming Logan down so he was able to make a strong-voiced announcement to the few people in the parlor. "Okay everyone. We're closing shop early today due to some extenuating circumstances. Now if you would all please come with me and head out to the back exit, quickly but calmly. If you're in the middle of a session, please accept our apologies for not being able to finish the work today." After his little spiel and directing the few people to where the back exit was, he stopped and gave Mitch a knowing look, to which she chose to ignore and kept looking at the sky concerningly. He didn't move, however, and the look was still on his face, boring into hers, forcing her to look at him.

"Fine! I won't do anything stupid. But I will do what I can to try and save this place," Mitch finally answered. "That is all I wanted to hear," her friend replied, giving her a small peck on the cheek. "See you on the other side."

Mitch watched her friend leave with the few others just as another crash shook the building. She hoped they would all get out okay and be okay once they got out. She feared that they could be in more danger by leaving and being out there without defenses, but the other choice could be immensely dangerous if the building were to collapse on top of them. Mitch tried not to think about her little shop of art being demolished like that. Sure, she wasn't in huge need of the income, but that wasn't why she did this. She loved tattooing, creating art, using people as her canvas, and having a place that felt like home to come and get away from all the political bullshit she dealt with in her real job. She would do everything she could to keep whatever those things were from messing up her safe-haven.

She went outside to see if the things were really metal, her powers reaching out as far as she could to see whether they were or not. Mitch smiled once she knew the answer and she used her powers to rise up so she could get a better overall look at the battle and determine how she could defend her area the best against whatever these things were. Once high enough, Mitch could see the fight in it's entirety, even seeing some things she hadn't when she was at ground level, to include alien things on flying jet skis. She also noticed that it wasn't just her street in jeopardy, making her decision to try and help as much as possible over just being selfish with her own place.

Mitch deflected something that was fired at her, it looked like a phaser type blast. She needed to get on a roof top so she wasn't wasting her energy on levitating. She quickly moved to the nearest roof and began reaching out her power to the nearest worm-thing. Her hands were outstretched to it as if to give it a bear hug. Her browse creased in serious concentration as her hands gradually moved closer to each other. The worm in front of her started to crush slowly from the front and moving to the back. "Come on!" she gritted out through clenched teeth, feeling that the whole process was moving too slow for her. Once her palms met in front of her, the entire worm was crushed. She dropped her arms in exhaustion, but there was no time to catch her breath as some of those aliens on flying jet skis started firing at her. Mitch dodged one blast and deflected another two.

As she was fighting, she spotted something odd. A normal looking guy, well, human looking anyways, in some green, fancy clothing, was riding one of those flying jet skis, but he wasn't attacking the aliens. It was like he was fighting with the aliens. Mitch took a step back in preparation before running and launching herself off of the roof and at the man, her powers stabilizing her path. The force of her running into him forced them both to crash into the Stark Building. They both recovered quickly from the landing, both standing up and facing each other. The raven haired man looked over the raven haired woman. He didn't see anything extraordinary about her and yet she was able to get the drop on him.

Mitch spoke first. "Are you the one causing all of this chaos?" she questioned harshly. The man just smiled, an evil smile before stalking his way towards Mitch. She noticed the glowing staff in his hand and reached her powers out to take it from him, the staff flying into her open hand effortlessly. This made the man stop his approach and his eyes widened.

"How did you do that?" he questioned her, "Magic?"

Mitch looked at the guy as if he was a crazy, high person. "No. Evolution." Mitch gathered up strength as she spoke. "Welcome to the top of the food chain, dude, let me help knock you down a few pegs." The man was confused by her comment, but there wasn't time to comment back because he found himself being thrown back and against the wall by an invisible, but strong force.

Mitch was going to use her power to hold him in place until someone better suited could handle him, but before she had a chance to do anything the Hulk came barreling through those poor windows, causing Mitch too toss the staff away as she ducked for cover from the glass shards.

What happened next had the exotic beauty laughing hysterically. The man shouted something to the Hulk about being a god, but while he was giving his speech, the Hulk grabbed the man's foot and smashed him around as if the man was a ragdoll and the Hulk was an angry child throwing a temper tantrum. "Puny god," Mitch heard the giant green man say. It seemed that she hadn't been spotted by the Hulk, thankfully, and after he left to rejoin the fight, she emerged from her hiding space in a corner of the room and slapped her hand over her mouth as she nearly cried with laughter. Some part of her was slightly concerned that the guy was hurt, but that was slightly. Especially since he had said he was a god. Gods couldn't die that easily, right?

After her episode of laughter, Mitch returned to her original plan of using her powers to hold the guy in place until someone else got there. Although, with him embedded into the floor, she wasn't even sure if her powers were needed. Mitch couldn't resist the urge to taunt the guy now that he was down.

"I guess I was wrong. I didn't have to knock you down a few pegs. Big guy did that for me." Mitch laughed again, probably enjoying the whole thing a bit too much, but the alternative was to be pissed off about the potential that her shop was destroyed. If she thought about that, there's no telling what she would do to her trapped captive. She focused her energy as she sat down next to the crater in the floor. She simply put a hand over the person wedged into the hole and emitted a light force field to keep him from getting too far should he remove himself from the area. She looked outside, part of her wishing she could go out and help still, but if the green clad man was the potential cause of all this, then it was best she stay there.

After a few minutes of silence with the occasional sounds from the battle outside, Mitch heard a strained voice below her. "Tell me how you did that," he asked. It took Mitch a second to realize what he was talking about. Instead of answering, she simply took out a coin from her pocket and began playing with it, rolling it around her knuckles at first then twirling it on the very tip of her finger nail. "It's called Magnetic Field Manipulation," Mitch finally answered. She finally looked down at the man.

Now that she had the chance to actually look at the man, he wasn't too bad looking, looks wise. Moral wise, he looked bad, possibly even evil. There was a darkness in his green eyes that Mitch didn't like. Bitterness, anger, and defiance were all seen. She had to look away, break the eye contact before speaking again. "I'm, for a lack of a better term, a mutant."

"A mutant?" the man questioned, his voice still haggard and breathy, the small beating still taking the breath out of him. Mitch didn't want to talk to this stranger about what she was, and luckily she didn't have to because Iron Man came in, followed by a red head in a black skin suit, the archer in black, Captain America, some Viking looking dude, and a disheveled looking man. Mitch looked down at the man in the crater and smiled at his slight look of fear.

Turning back to the group, she smiled and waved with her free hand. "Hi, who are you and what are you doing in my tower?" Iron Man asked, his face mask pulling back to reveal Tony Stark's face. Mitch's eye brow arched at his arrogant question.

"I'm the one making sure this creep doesn't go anywhere while you all save the city," she explained, sitting up, her one hand still hovering over the defeated man. "I'm Mitch, and this guy is all yours. I'll be on my way now."

"Not-uh, you're staying right here, Pyramid," Tony said, cutting off Mitch's last few words, and commenting about the woman's exotic look about her, complete with a tattoo of the Egyptian goddess Hathor on the inside of her right arm, from her wrist to her elbow.

"Excuse you?" she addressed at the 'nick-name' the man called her.

"Say, you look familiar, have you been on tv or something?" Tony asked. "Never mind, who are you and how did you crush that thing out there?" He asked, walking over to the bar and looking around from a glass that wasn't broken.

Mitch wasn't liking the looks she was getting from everyone else. They were suspicious of her, after she helped them, really? "Look, I'm nobody, okay? Just someone who wanted to help, now that's what I've done and I'll be on my way now," she explained. Mitch didn't want them knowing who she really was, at least not Stark, especially since he already recognized her from the news. She slowly made her way towards the door, deciding that going out the window and using her powers wouldn't be the best choice at the moment.

"I believe he asked you a question," Captain America replied, his tone commanding and directed at her. The rest of the team looked like they too weren't going to let her leave without an answer. They were being sure she wasn't under Loki's control or some alley of his.

Mitch crossed her arms over her chest and realized she was outnumbered. "Fine," she answered. "My name is Michelle Ibanez, but you can call me Mitch. I'm just a mutant who saw the fight and wanted to keep my parlor from being demolished... oh shit. My parlor!" The worry that Mitch had been suppressing caught up with her as she spoke. She said to hell with normal exit and ran towards the window and jumped out, her powers stablizing her decsent so that she landed gracefully. The Avengers followed her to the window and watched as she landed and started running down the street.

"I'll get her," the Captain announced, preparing to jump. "No need to Stripes, I know who she is," Tony replied. "She's Spain's Ambassador's daughter and an important political person herself. That's why I know her face. She and her family have been to one of my more recent galas to support world peace." Tony pulled up Mitch's profile on a screen and showed the others. The picture of her in the profile had Mitch dressed up in an elegant, floor length ball gown, tasteful make-up, and her hair styled and pulled up. If it weren't for the tattoo on the inside of her arm, one would have to do a double take to assure that the picture and the woman that was just there were one in the same. That was because Mitch enjoyed the days she didn't have to be professional looking and dressed down as much as she could on those days. The person in the picture looked like royalty, while the woman that had been there looked like a street rapper.

"Apparently Spain's and Egypt's daughter is a mutant. Interesting," Tony remarked, pondering over possibilities. "Anyways, we'll tell S.H.I.E.L.D. about her later. First let's deal with Rock of Ages over here."

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