It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was, and I was out on the streets of New York City yet again, seeing as another homeless shelter had kicked me out. However, the pouring, drenching rain and the dull gnawing of my stomach weren't the worst part of my current predicament. No, that was merely an afterthought. The real problem was the person pinning me to a wall and pointing a very real, loaded, and working revolver in my face.

See, I had been walking down an alleyway, minding my business, looking for an empty trashcan, pile of boxes, or a kind soul with a spare closet for me to take refuge in. What I was not looking for, however, was trouble, but that's exactly what I got. You might know how it works: one dude grabs you, and the other starts making demands. Sometimes they want money; sometimes they think you're encroaching on their territory, other times they suspect your true identity as a mutant. This time, however, was none of those and yet all of them. Anyway, the second dude started talking, and this is what he said. "Heeey, sugar, how's it going?"

"Wh-what d-do you want?" I stammered

"Hey, I seen her before," Thug #1 mused, "sheda one dat's been stealing stuff from Mista G's place. You know, the corner store, up on Brooklyn? Saw her take a hotdog outta the case, and shove it in her jacket. Took an apple too." I didn't need reminding. That had happened just this morning.

"Really now?" and that's when thug #1 pulled out the gun. "That true? Y'know, Mister G's my uncle, and I don't like it when people be taking from my family. So how about y-" suddenly, a red, white, and blue blur came seemingly out of nowhere and bounced off of various objects, including the two thug's heads, before returning to an equally patriotic man, accompanied by another man with a bow, who then shot off a smoking arrow. As the alley filled with the gas and I struggled to breathe, I also began to recognize them. 'The Avengers?' I wondered. 'What are they doing here? And what happens now?' I began to stumble and Cough as the effects of the smoke overtook me, and I fell into strong arms. "Well, Cap, you always could make the ladies swoon!" the man with the bow exclaimed. However, to me, he seemed to be mumbling those words from across town. "Actually, Hawkeye, I think that was your fault."

"What are we gonna do with her?"

I began to panic. Ice shot out of my palms, and formed a crude barrier between the Captain and me. The only, problem, though, was that 'Hawkeye' was the one holding me up. "Shhh," He said in a low, calming voice, "don't worry. We're not gonna do anything bad to you. C'mon, now, just come with us, to the police, you can get all cleaned up, and file a report, and-"And then everything went black.