Apollo The X Venger

by Aeri the Owl

Apollo is a mutant. She ran away from the only safe place she had. Her first night away from the school, she finds herself in New York City and meets Phil Coulson. Soon, she's caught in working with the Avengers to stop the handsome God of Mischief Loki. What happens when her feelings get in the way? T for minor language. Loki X OC During and After the Avengers

1. Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS, LINKIN PARK OR IT'S SONGS, OR THE X MEN! THE ONLY THING I OWN IS MY OC! THANK YOU!

APOLLO'S POV

I was running from something. I didn't know who was chasing me. I heard their cries for my blood, my mutant blood. No one liked the mutants. It was scary. As I ran down the streets, I noticed how deserted the place was. Like the inhabitants just left. Or they were just hiding. Gunshots filled the air, missing me by a few centimeters. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran for my life. A gunshot filled the air once more, and I felt an unrelenting pain in my back. I fell with a cry. I felt warm blood flow out of the wound like a river. I was going to die at the hands of the race that hated mine. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for them to finish me off. The pain came quickly and I screamed.

I woke up to hear screaming. It was my own. I stopped, fearing that I would wake someone up. I rubbed my arms, which were cold with sweat and bumpy with goosebumps. I felt butterflies in my stomach as my room mate jumped off of the top bunk, her expression furious. I cowered with fear under the glare. See, she doesn't like me. No one really does at this school. She hates me the most because of the fact that she has to room with me, a girl who wakes up screaming every night. Tonight, she slapped me hard and walked out of the room with her blankets, probably going to sleep in her friends' room. My room mate's name is Erin, a girl with literally white hair and white eyes. She can move stuff with her mind. Me, I have black bird- like wings and predatory bird vision. Which means I can see every detail easily and see people from a far distance. Cool, right? I enjoy it but the other kids like to make fun of me and call me a demon. They like to stay away from me. But when it comes to Warren, the guy with angel white wings, they can't seem to hate him. I'm the only one who somewhat dislikes him.

I've had a enough of this stupid school. The only person I got along with was Professor X, but he's dead! I quickly pack my bag trying to be quiet. Just as I open the window to fly out, Logan opens the door. Apparently, I wasn't subtle enough. "What are you doing?!" Logan half- screamed, half- asked. "Running away, and you aren't going to stop me!" I replied loudly and jumped out the window. My wings came out of the holes I made for them and started flapping. Soon, I was in the sky, speeding away from the school. I was headed to New York City, where I knew the X Men would have a hard time looking for me. It took a while, but soon I was above the busy streets and big building of the city. I quietly landed on the shortest building I could find and climbed down into the alley below. Luckily, no one saw me land and climb down from the building so I was safe, for now. I sheathed my wings and walked out, hunched over a little, using my bag to cover them as they slowly came into my back.

I sat down on a bench, counting how much money I had. About 100 dollars from chores. I wanted to buy an MP3 player with the money so that I could drown out the bullies. But now, I needed it to find a cheap motel and stay there for a few days. I looked up to the sky, sad that I couldn't see the stars. What I did see was sorta cool too. I saw Iron Man on his way to his tower. The tower came to life and the word 'STARK' popped into view. I stared at the tower in wonder. It was the closest there was to stars. Iron Man landed and his suit came off. I just love my eyesight. After a while, I got bored and went to look for a place to sleep. My dad's abandoned apartment complex maybe? Nah, the place is infested with roaches and spiders. My head was spinning with ideas and I wasn't looking where I was going. I ended up bumping into a greasy, muscular man. He was a lot larger than me. I wouldn't be able to fight him off. Or the two others behind him. "Eh? What're you doin out 'ere sweetheart?" The man slurred, obviously drunk along with his companions. I backed away from them, wanting to get away from them. "Where're you goin, huh? Won' you stay 'ere with us for a 'it," he slurred again. I backed away ran away from them, hearing footsteps behind me indicating that they were chasing me. They started to yell insults at me like,"Coward!" or "Bitch!" or even "Cowardly Bitch!" . I was scared. I kept running, even after I heard the footsteps cease. I finally stopped and sat on a bench, my breath heaving. I only looked up when I heard someone walk over to me.

I was about to run when the man noticed what I was about to do. He put his arms up and said, "Woah, wait a minute. I'm not going to harm you." I looked at him. My face obviously looking disbelieving. "I promise," he said. "My name is Phil Coulson. I'm here to meet Tony Stark," Phil explained. I looked up and focused on the building behind me. My eyes locked on the word 'STARK' again. I made an 'O' face. "By the way, I saw you land on that building," he added. My face showed my fear. "It's okay. I think you might be a valuable member to our team," Phil said quickly, probably trying to make sure I didn't run away. "Come with me," he told me. I obliged.