Hello, there!

This is my first fan fiction and I've tried my best on making it as awesome as possible so I hope you'll enjoy it. This story is inspired by my love for the musical Wicked; because Elphaba reminds me of Loki (she's green!) and Glinda is like Thor, the sparkly perfect blond. There would be some OC but not that much.

So anyway, enjoy! Review, please!

Chapter 1 – The Sorcerer's apprentice

It has been a while since the death of Loki. Everything had been a lot quieter than before (except for Doom's frequent antics), especially in Asgard. Though Thor missed his dear brother greatly, he had bigger priorities to be focused on, just as much as the Avengers were busy on their own hectic schedule.

After weeks – or even months – of work, the Stark Tower was rebuilt, returning it to its former glorious structure. The only thing that was different was its "A" logo; it had once said "STARK" but now that the tower was a place where the Avengers could return to, he didn't mind about it at all.

Meanwhile, Clint and Natasha were going on missions all over the world along with their SHIELD comrades; Bruce decided to stay in the US for a while with Tony and Steve in the Stark Tower, while Tony continued his life as a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist-superhero man.

It all went smoothly (again, expect for Doom's random schemes) until Fury decided to call all the Avengers to head to the SHIELD headquarters immediately.

Tony was as fabulously late as usual, bumping into Clint on the way, "Hey. Long time no see," Tony greeted, "What's Fury up to?"

"I don't know, but he said it was urgent," Clint answered, his face harder than usual, "It's about Loki."

Tony nearly snapped his neck at the sudden mention of the trickster's name. He's not dead? But he was shredded to pieces by the Void – how could that be possible?

"I doubt that he's still a live," It was as if Clint had read Tony's mind.

"He could have reincarnated himself, you know. He was, after all, a kick-ass sorcerer."

"Yeah, no doubt..."

As they both barged into the meeting room, glares met Tony's form immediately. They had heard about Clint's mission in India and as for Tony... he was just playing his usual self. The two men seated themselves at the empty seats nearest to Fury – they could sense that everyone had avoided the two seats to get a good distance from Fury. Great, now Tony could spend the whole time starring at his disturbing eye patch and feel his breath on his face. Wonderful!

Dropping the sharp stare, Fury proceeded on explaining the situation, "As you may all know, the God of Mischief was dead not long ago," Fury's voice said it in a matter-of-fact way, not pleasing Thor in any way, "We've recently found Loki's base, where he stored his spell books and other secret information. And then we found this."

Fury displayed a crumpled piece of notebook paper with something written on it in scribble-like handwriting. Fury began reading it out loud, his voice loud and clear, "If you're looking for information, contact Eureka Sia. She knows everything."

"Looks like he trolled with us again," Tony remarked.

"Any ideas who this person might be?" Steve questioned.

Fury dismissed Tony's remark and answered Steve, "We have sent agents all over the world. This girl, Eureka Sia, apparently lives near the area so we don't have to go around the world for her. There is also something about her that might intrigue you all."

Another picture was produced from Fury's sleeve and was tossed into the centre of the glass table. It was a picture of the mysterious girl they had encountered a few times before – the lady in the picture had been running errands throughout the area, catching criminals and getting rid of thugs, just the small stuff. The Avengers were also aware of her mysterious power, which Thor pointed out to be Asgardian magic. Whenever an act happened, she seemed to always help the Avengers attack the enemies from a place no one could detect, probably cloaking herself in invisibility spell or something. Though they didn't consider her a threat, SHIELD had been fussing over her identity for quite a while, which irked the SHILED agents, as they didn't see the point of getting suspicious over someone who clearly was supporting them. The group of superheroes looked up at his with the same look. Surely she's not...

"Yes," Fury said slowly, "This is her."

Waking up before your alarm set off was the weirdest thing to do. What's the point on setting the alarm, then? But whenever you forgot to set it, you'll wake up after Armageddon, which annoyed Eureka to no end. Glancing at the clock, she lifted herself off the bed slowly – it was still thirty minutes too early for her to get up, anyway. Actually, she wanted to skip school – or rather, quit school – because of those pampered rich kids and their snarky comments about her. Luckily, she was able to pay back every evening as a shadowy figure.

It was the day of her science exam so she spent the extra thirty minutes revising for the test, double checking on some points and scribbling down notes in her mind. After revision time was up, she took a quick shower and made herself egg and toast, savouring the plate whilst watching the morning news.

Nothing seemed interesting enough – it was the same cases everytime, like robbery, murder, missing people and other things. She also hardly heard any news from Dr. Doom; probably because he was too busy planning for his next move.

Locking the door behind her, she set off to school in her usual pace, greeting every neighbours with a fake smile and half-hearted greetings which surprisingly won the people's heart. A chilly breeze swept her long dark hair, swiping the mass of silky threads into a spiral. Her bright green eyes eyed the peach walls of the school, and then to the group of flashy teenagers near the school gate.

She didn't feel like getting a mud treatment or sores on her knees that day so she took the liberty of teleporting herself behind the bushes over the gothic gate. From there, she walked casually up the stairs and into the crowded corridors. It was a good thing she had done this – she didn't have to get egg bath in the corridors since the inhumanly annoying group was guarding the front gate.

When she walked up her locker, a familiar voice called up to her, "Euri!"

Eureka turned to see a small framed, ginger-haired boy with thick-rimmed glasses. He was slightly shorter than her, his youthful appearance could be compared with a doll. He was wearing light yellow pullover and light brown pants. His bag was hanging securely on his left shoulder, his hands resting on the bag. Eureka greeted him casually, "Morning, Ginger."

It was only a pet name for the boy – his real name was Armada, a name he held pride in. Since they had been friends for like, forever, he didn't mind the embarrassing nickname. The boy smiled, "Studied for the test?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Got extra time this morning," Eureka answered while storing her books into the metal locker. After done sorting books out, she turned to look at the boy and smiled her usual smirk, "Did you?"

"Of course, I did!"

"Well, even if you didn't, you could still cheat with your powers," Eureka pointed out as the two of them walked down the corridor to their class.

"Oh, Euri," Armada sighed, "You know I'd rather get Ds than use my powers for unfairness. I bet that's what you'll actually do." Though he said this, he knew she'd never do it either.

As the bell rang noisily in the background, the two continued to talk until they've settled into their classroom, ready to take the test first thing in the morning.

The day passed like it was nothing. Eureka had avoided the nuisance successfully throughout during the school premises, thus escaping the school unscathed. Straight after school, she went to the theatre to rehearse for the school play, Wicked. She had read the book and watched the Broadway, and she was determined to act out Elphaba, her favourite character. Ever since she won the part, she couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation for the nearing show.

As she entered the building, she expected to see the props group painting the background and fixing costumes, while the head of the drama club fussing over people's imperfect acting. Instead, she was greeted by unfamiliar silence, something she hated dearly.

"Hello?" she called out. No one answered. The head of the club specifically said that there was going to be practice that afternoon and she even told her boss at her work place that she'll be taking a day off that day. Could something have happened and they have yet to confirm it to her? Something felt off... but what?

Suddenly, the great doors of the theatre closed with a loud bang, trapping the dark-haired girl inside the empty performance hall. She ran towards the door and tried to jerk it open, but to no avail. She even tried to teleport herself outside but a great force seemed to have surrounded the whole area, restricting her to use her powers. "This is... Asgardian magic?"

"I am surprised you know about Asgardian magic," Eureka turned around to see a great man with long flowing golden hair and a dangerously big hammer in his hand, "Though I'm not that good at it, the barrier could distract your mind, making you unable to use your abilities, magic or supernatural power."

"You could've just met me in a normal way, you know," she said, observing the man carefully.

"Yes, but considering your position, I chose to be cautious," the man replied. What was he talking about?

As the man edged closer to her, Eureka tried to focus her mind on something that could let her escape the situation. She hadn't expected him to just jump out on her with some creepy tricks. The man said that she can't use her powers or magic, and she doesn't have anyone she could call to help her. This was the first time in a while that she had felt so threatened, so weak, so helpless.

"What do you want from me?" Eureka asked in a calm voice. The man stopped and looked at her straight in the eyes.

"I am Thor, God of Thunder," he started, though his words left Eureka dumbfounded, "I have come to take you to the Fury. We suspect you to have a connection with the God of Mischief, Loki, and because of that, you will have to explain yourself –"

"Wait, wait, wait – what?" Eureka couldn't take everything at once, "So you're saying that I have to meet your boss just because I've met that dude before?"

"Yes."

Eureka's expression was unreadable but judging from her response, it was clear that she's plotting something, "Okay, sure. I'll go."

Thor eyed her suspiciously, "... What are you plotting, Eureka Sia?"

"What? Nothing," Eureka said innocently, "I just want to kill some time, you know. The practice is cancelled and I can't go to my work place – I called the boss that I can't come today and he has probably found a replacement. I live alone at home and I've finished all of my homework at school so I have pretty much nothing to do."

Thor's expression didn't ease, "You sound like..." but he didn't get to finish the sentence. After a while, he finally decided to capture the idle girl, "Very well. If you try to cause trouble, you'll face consequences."

"Yeah, yeah. Like I'd do anything to worsen my reputation..."

"What?"

"Nothing," Eureka smiled. And so the God of Thunder escorted her to the SHIELD headquarters, thoughts of melancholy passing through his head... It can't be...