AN: this is my first avengers fic, and I haven't read the comics, I've only seen the movies(iron man 1-3, Thor 1-2, cap America 1-2 and the avengers). Please inform me if I make any mistakes. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, but please be nice. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I really wish I owned the avengers, but sadly I don't :( Any similarities to other fanfictions are strictly coincidental. I only own my OC.

I hope there aren't too many grammar/spelling errors, but I make no promises as English is not my first language. Characters may be a little OOC

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"Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well; a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored, an echo of memories that will never die no matter how hard we try to kill them."

-Emily Thorne, Revenge

3rd POV

Everybody has a past. Good or bad, everybody has one, and though some are honest and open about it, others prefer to keep it to themselves. But what if the past changed you? What if the person you once were is dead and buried, never to be seen again? What if you can never look back, because the open wounds that lurk in the shadow of days past will kill the last defiant mask you put on, and put an end to the only protection you have left? What if your past was so cruel that if you looked back and focused on it, if only for a moment, the price would be your future? Your life?

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'A' had had a very tiring day. A woman at the café had kept complaining about her order, constantly changing her mind about what kind of coffee she had ordered. In the end 'A' had told her to stick the order up her ass, and though she'd gotten a rant from her boss about it later, it had done the trick; the woman had huffed and left. 'A' was now in her building on her way to her apartment. Her long, red, wavy hair was tied in a messy bun, though a few strands had escaped, and her waitress uniform was crumpled and splattered with a variety of stains, mostly made from coffee.

She was about to walk into her apartment when she sensed a change in energy from inside it. When she first moved there she had put up a barrier of energy around the place. People could still come in and out, but she could always feel it when someone was in there. 'A' sighed and slowly took her black leather gloves off. She readied herself, palms facing upwards, took a deep breath and walked in.

The lights were off, but as she turned them on nothing looked out of place, and she couldn't see anyone. She sighed. "Must we do this?" she asked. "We both know, I know, you're here. After all, I'm not stupid." She heard a sigh and none other than Nick Fury stepped out of the shadows, and calmly sat down on her couch. "I never claimed you were." He said. He always had a certain way about him when he was in her presence. Less commanding, trying not to provoke her in any way. He was always wary of her. Normally that would seem strange; a grown man wary of a 17-year old girl, but he had his reasons. And if he wanted her help he knew it'd be a damn bad idea to provoke her in any way.

She sat down in a chair opposite the couch, though her palms remained facing upwards; ready to use her powers if the need came. She wasn't very fond of SHIELD and did not appreciate them breaking into her apartment. "So, Fury, what is it you want from me?" she asked. "We both know you didn't come here because you enjoy my presence." "Do you remember the tesseract?" he asked. "You know I do." She answered looking down at her nails. The black nail polish had chipped and she really needed to give them a fresh layer soon. "After all, I was the one who warned you to leave it be, and put it back where you found it." He put a tablet on the table between them, unsure of how she would react to what he was about to tell her. "Yesterday a man named Loki broke in to our research facility and stole the tesseract, along with two of our men." She looked up at that.

"You lost it?" she asked incredulously, not knowing whether to beat his ass or start laughing. She ended up doing the latter. "A dangerous alien energy source that several people have warned you not to go near and you just lost it?" she asked in between laughs. She was clutching her stomach trying to calm herself down. Eventually the laughing subsided. "Ahh Fury, the stupidity of your agency never fails to impress me." She sighed.

"So," she said. "What do you want me to do about it? I already warned you about it, which was practically doing you a favor, and you directly ignored my advice. I don't owe you any favors, you can cash in, so why are you here?" He looked up at her folding his hands. "We'd like you to come in, to assist in finding and analyzing the tesseract, and to help capturing Loki." She looked at him like he was insane. "Hell no! You got yourself into this mess; you best get yourself out of it. And we both know I don't work with other people. I like being on my own, and people are annoyingly curious. They ask questions, and we both know how well it works out when people ask questions about me!"

He sighed. He really didn't want to play this angle, as it was a 50/50 shot at what would happen. Either it'd get her to co-operate, or it'd get her to become murderously angry. However he didn't really have much of a choice. They needed her help on this, loathe as he was to admit it.

"We're bringing in Steve Rogers." He said. That got her attention and she froze. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign, but decided to keep talking. "Wasn't he the idol of a little lost girl?" he asked. She visibly paled, and light began to shine from her hands. That was not a good sign, but he continued. "I seem to recall a little girl, wanting to use her powers for good, just like the famous captain America. " The light shone brighter, but for a brief moment there was something akin to vulnerability in her eyes. "Do not speak of the dead." She hissed. He held up his hands in surrender. "Dead she may be, but she would've wanted to do this, wouldn't she?"

She took a deep breath, and then another, putting out the light. "Who else are you bringing in?" his shoulders sagged a little in relief. "Bruce Banner, Tony Stark and agent Romanoff."

She sighed, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'll go pack" she muttered and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the director of shield sitting on her couch looking relieved and a little smug.

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That's it for the first chapter! Yay! I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review and follow/favorite ;) I know it's a little cryptic right now but all will be explained in due time. Feel free to PM me with questions. It's a little short, but I'll try to make the next ones longer.

Until next time :)