Hi guys! This is my first time publishing a piece that I've written and I would appreciate any criticism you have to give me! My OC will NOT be a Mary Sue. She has telepathy and telekinesis, but nothing too big. I am also proud to say that she is a proud Latina! Disclaimers are posted on my account page.

This story follows my OC Gabby Torres in the MCU. It will follow the storylines already set up in the movies, but there will be some of my own flare in them due to adding a new character. The first 3 chapters will follow the story of The Avengers (2012), but I will NOT be writing my OC into every single Marvel movie as it's unrealistic and too much. She will definitely be cameo-ing in some, though, as well as definitely appearing in Age of Ultron (for a few chapters). Let me know which movies you would like to see her in!

I will also be writing her with the crew outside the movies too . I have a lot of things planned for this character and I hope you enjoy it! There will be fluff, there will be tears, there will be laughter. The ending of this chapter was a little darker than originally planned but it will pick up! I'll be posting chapter 2 tomorrow and, if I get enough reviews, chapter 3 will be up tomorrow too! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Manhattan, 2012

This was insane.

Aliens? Yeah, that's crazy. Giant wormhole? A little odd. But this?

"GT ETA two minutes," spoke the pilot into her headpiece.

They referred to her as GT, the 'they' being SHIELD. She's been a secret asset to SHIELD for about three years now, possessing a set of skills no one else on the planet possessed.

At least, that they know of.

"We're sending her into that?" asked the old male copilot. He shook his head. "Now that is a clusterfuck."

Gabriella Torres wanted to thank that man for his kind words.

The helicopter neared the city fast with no intention for stealth, intent on getting their weapon as close as they can as fast as they can. This was it. If they lost the battle here, then they lost the war. They lost everything.

Gabby thought her headset was too tight and wanted to take it off. She guided her finger along the collar of her shirt, suddenly overcome with the sensation of being choked. Her leg bounced erratically. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She didn't want to endanger the lives of the people on board the helicopter.

Calm would not find her, as it seems, and her eyes shot open as the helicopter jerked to the right. She realized the pilots were shouting into the headset and have been for a few seconds, screaming about incoming somethings and that they couldn't take her any farther without taking heavy damage. They already attracted enough attention.

Gabby took this as her cue and stood up, taking her headset off and looked out the helicopter doors, steeling herself against the side. Hundreds of little objects were zooming through the city, around all the tall buildings and sometimes even through. Lights shot from them, aimed at structures that would erupt in fire the second they were hit. The sky was almost darkened by the hovercrafts, if that's what they were. All of this was under the glaring eye of the wormhole in the sky.

Yeah, clusterfuck was a word for it.

Gabby turned to look at the copilot who was waving at her to jump off furiously, mouthing the word 'go'. Maybe he was shouting it, but she couldn't hear him even though he was only two feet away. Nodding and giving him the thumbs up, she jumped out of the helicopter.

And immediately regretted it.

The feeling of falling thousands of feet at high speeds did not agree with her stomach, which leapt to her throat as she swallowed. Her brain simultaneously felt like shutting down while screaming at her to do something, anything, cause she was falling, falling, with no end.

Gritting her teeth, thanking God they gave her goggles because she wouldn't have thought of that herself, she aimed her descent at a little opening on a highway where there seemed to be a lot of explosions. Seemed like a good place to land.

As she neared her target, she aimed her hands out, palms down, and pushed to slow her descent. About 50 feet above the ground she jutted her legs out and pushed harder towards the ground, bending her knees as she landed.

Safe.

She looked down at her hands, then up at the sky. The helicopter was already turned around and heading away from Manhattan, losing more of the little bugs that encircled it each second.

She just did that!

Gabby smiled to herself, proud. She never used her powers for something like that before and she nailed her first attempt.

There was some whispering in her ear, and as she paid attention it got louder. "GT, have you landed? Are you in?" it demanded repeatedly.

"Yes," she whispered, then tried again louder.

"Your mission is to get civilians to safety. Do not engage the aliens unless absolutely necessary, and only to throw them off. Do you understand?"

"I understood the first time you told me before I boarded the helicopter, and I still understand now," she replied, the corner of her mouth turning up. "Nothing's changed."

No response from the other end. She laughed to herself, shaking her head. The personnel at SHIELD are all so serious, so into their jobs, turning into robots the second they clocked in at work.

The screams brought her back to reality and wiped the smile off her face. Whipping around, she noticed a group of civilians running from the photon blasts- or whatever- from the alien hovercraft chasing them. Her eyes searched for the driver, an ugly looking creature- or was that a mask? Extending her arms out, she sent a telekinetic blast to the alien's head, sending it falling backward. With her right hand she 'grasped' the front of the craft and shot it to the right, crashing into a building. The civilians rushed past her, completely ignoring her as they ran.

You're welcome, she thought to herself.

Gabby ran into the city, sticking to the highway to give her a better vantage point on the surrounding streets. She kept as vigilant as possible, checking even the building's windows in case anyone was still inside.

As time went on she became more confident in her ability to handle her powers, and to protect. Her voice went hoarse as she directed any survivors she found to the outskirts of the city, and her arms were getting a little sore from their constant use. Not to mention her brain, which throbbed painfully each time she used her powers after the first 20 minutes.

Her mind drifted as sending crafts flying into buildings became muscle memory. The Avengers is what they were calling them, the SHIELD team that landed in Manhattan before her. Gabby didn't know who exactly were on the team, only knowing of Captain America, Iron Man, and the Hulk. She wasn't directly told this, she just overheard it from others at SHIELD as she was being prepped.

Gabby wondered if she'd meet them. She most hoped to meet Captain America. She herself was Mexican, so the giddy wasn't from national pride. It was the kind of giddy that came from meeting a celebrity, or seeing a genuine artifact in person, something only a few people ever got to do in life. She didn't feel this giddy for Iron Man, Tony Stark, whom she found narcissistic and snippy. But the person, or thing, she definitely did not want to meet was the Hulk.

She saw the footage, and even with her abilities she knew she wouldn't even last a minute with him. It.

Eventually, she made her way to a bus with people trapped on it. From the distance she saw two people working on it; a man with a bow and quiver strapped to his back pulling them out through a window, and a woman in a skintight black suit and bright red hair shooting at alien foot soldiers. Gabby wanted to help even though she was sure they had this under control, and that they were from SHIELD, but she couldn't move her feet. She stood in place 25 feet away, staring in awe. They worked well as a team, and she wondered if that's what they were.

She flinched when she noticed the man's eyes were on her, staring back as he shot an arrow into the head of an alien to his right. They never told her if she could intermingle with others at SHIELD, but considering she was kept a secret she decided that it wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, she turned tail and ran the street closest to her, knowing they wouldn't follow her as it was their priority to contain this.

It was only about another 20 minutes later, about 40 minutes since she first landed, that the wormhole closed. She didn't know how or why, but all of the hovercrafts crashed on their own, and all of the foot soldiers fell without getting up. She even kicked one a little just to make sure it wouldn't move.

Something crackled in her ear, just static for a few seconds until speech came through. "GT," said the voice from earlier. Gabby wondered if it was possible for someone to sound like they're smiling, because that's what she thought when she heard him talk. "GT, come in."

What was she supposed to say? 'In'? 'Yes'? What do secret agent people say in return to that? "Hi," she said, and cringed. "Saw the hole close, we done here?" she added, trying to redeem herself and sound chill.

"The threat is contained, and thousands more civilians were evacuated. Evac ETA 10 minutes about a mile from your position straight ahead. Go there directly, your work is done. Good job today, soldier."

Soldier? Is that what she was? She got the feeling the man she spoke to didn't know exactly who he was speaking to.

Suddenly, she became overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by her senses, her memories, her situation. She just played a part on fighting off an alien invasion. Earlier, she failed to get past the awesomeness of that sentence alone and failed to realize the world almost just ended. How could she have glossed that over? Was it due to her nerves, or was that idiocy?

She looked down at her hands and noticed they were slightly pink, even though she was darker skinned, and they were shaking. Her eyes were sore, attached to a brain that was screaming in pain. If she really thought about it, she'd notice how sore her entire body was.

The right side of her body was warmed by a car on fire- should she back away from that? Would it blow?- and the car to her left was blaring it's siren, a loud, constant sound falling to her deaf ears. Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips, tasting some blood.

Willing her legs to move, she slowly walked to the extraction point, not once looking behind her. Her legs were numb, moving on their own, and she trusted them to take over as she escaped into her mind, reliving what just happened.

She ended up being almost exactly two minutes late, and they impatiently grabbed her and shoved her into the helicopter. The copilot handed her a headset but put it on her when he was certain that she wouldn't take it from him, then joined his pilot up front.

She sat in her seat but couldn't feel her butt. She flew away from the city but remained there, facing the enemy and rushing civilians to safety. Faces flashed before her, terrified faces, glancing at her with a tear rolling down their cheek as they rushed to get behind her, behind the girl who moved things with her mind, to safety.

She thought of all the people she saved- how many? Too many to count- and those she didn't. She tried not to think of those, so she didn't. She didn't think of the red dust clouds that appeared after that old man was shot. She didn't think of the cries for help that were immediately silenced. She didn't think of that man that was under that car that she didn't see why was he under that car anyway what possible protection could that provide him why didn't he-

She was being shaken by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Gabby looked up into the face of the pilot, a smiling young woman who Gabby found to actually be quite pretty really, and to have nice cheekbones when she smiled.

"Good job today, kid," the pretty lady said. "You did great! We're all very proud of you."

Just like that, she was hustled out of the helicopter and into the building she called home now.

Good job today, kid.

A woman underneath a pile of rubble, trapped, half her body crushed, reaching out to Gabby with blood pouring out her mouth.

You did great!

Nothing she could do. Gabby kept walking.

We're all very proud of you.