Author's Note: This is the first fan fiction that I have deemed worthy to share; I do hope you like it. Any kind of criticism is welcome please let me know what you think; so I can decide weather to keep posting or not Thanks.
Name: Toni 'Sparrow' Greene
Age: 17
Eye: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut w/ bleach blond streaks {waist length in dread-locks}
Height: 5'0
Weight: 150
Known Relatives: Barney Barton {father: location unknown}
Jamie Greene {mother: deceased}
Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton {uncle}
Bio:
Disappeared after death of her mother. Trained as a skilled assassin for hire; weapon of choice is her throwing knifes, skilled in different forms of martial arts, stealthy and agile. Apprehended after three years on the run, released into the custody of only living relative one Clint Barton.
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Rescue Me
I sat on my bed doing a paper for homework while deafening music blasted from my beat up laptop. I was currently alone, the Avengers; my unofficial group of parole officers had been called into action. The temperature in the room must have dropped by ten degrees I was now able to see my breath "Jarvis did you turn on the air?" I asked rubbing my arms, I was answered with nothing but static; not exactly a good sign. "Jarvis?" more static, I hopped off of the bed leaving the bedroom "Hawkeye?" I called out, perhaps the Avengers were back "Tony?" still nothing "Thor?" the hairs on my neck stuck up I quickly turned to come face to face with Loki; God of Mischief and Chaos, in full assemble of ridiculous Asgardian armor. "Security Breach!" I exclaimed turning to run. . Not really sure where this is Loki we're talking about, and of coarse the magical prick appeared in front of me with a Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face "did you really expect that to work?" he asked coyly tilting his head to the left "no not really, but I had to try" I replied with a shrug, keeping my calm demeanor in check "so what do you want? You here to kill me or just ruffle my feathers?" I crossed my arms raising an eyebrow "now why would I tell a pathetic mortal like you; my plans?" he chuckled "why do you even bother making plans?" I chuckled back, he now glared at me "admit it, your win to loose ratio is awfully fucking low" I was now slammed against the wall beside me, he held me up by my throat not squeezing yet "aw," I chuckled mentally kicking myself for having such a big mouth "did I strike a nerve?" I felt his grip tighten slightly "you'd do well to watch your tongue mortal" he snarled, his features quickly smoothing out as the wheels in his head turned "perhaps I shall teach you how to act in the presence of a god" he smiled evilly, suddenly I felt like I was being pulled through a vacuum the air being forced from my lungs I couldn't keep my eyes open I felt my body go limp as the world around me disappeared into darkness.