Hey guys! So, I know I have not posted in, like, forever, because I had extreme writer's block and I just got bored with my stories. But I'm back and I have a new fanfiction, this time based on the new hit movie, the Avengers! I know, it's awesome! It features my OC, Allison Firebane, competing against Loki along with the other Avengers. I have no idea how LONG this series will be, but I'm thinking at least 3 stories. Right now, just enjoy the friggin' story. It will be awesome!


Chapter 1: Arrival

As my plane landed on the runway, I looked out of the front window to observe my surroundings. The ocean expanded far beyond the helicarrier and blended in with the horizon. It was very sunny outside; lucky for me. Clear, warm days were usually when my powers were at peak levels.

I stepped out of the plane and found myself walking to the edge of the ship, drawn toward the sense of freedom of being in the skies, drifting among the clouds. I closed my eyes and imagined myself high above the surface of the earth, diving and tumbling and letting the wind whip my hair around my face. It was just... amazing.

"Allison?" said a voice behind me, snapping me out of my reverie. I turned to see a tall, slender woman with short, curly red hair standing behind me, looking at me.

"Natasha! Hello!" I cried, wrapping my old friend into a happy hug. "Long time, no see!" It actually had been a while since I'd seen her; a few years, actually.

"Allison! You're choking me!" she gasped, trying to breathe, but couldn't due to my arms cutting off her airways.

"Sorry!" I apologized, releasing my friend. "It's just been so long..."

"I know," she replied. "You just got way too overexcited."

"I had a few Twizzlers on the jet on the way here. Don't ask; I got bored and I was on a sugar low."

"Oh, no." Natasha said jokingly, and we both burst out laughing

As we reunited, we didn't notice two other planes land on the runway and men get out of each of them and look around, apparently searching for something or someone. I paid no attention to them; well, at least until two of them approached Natasha and began talking to her.

"Agent Romanoff, this is Captain Rogers," said one of them. He had brown hair and wore a black suit and a white button down shirt and a black tie that hung a little crooked.

"Phil!" I cried happily and dove at my godfather. Ever since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D all those years ago, he had acted like a father to me.

"Allison!" Phil said and returned my hug.

"I'm so happy to see you again!" I said and buried my face in his suit jacket. It smelled like his cologne.

After we were done with the touchy-touchy reunion, Phil gestured to the other man beside him. This one, apparently Captain Rogers, had blond hair and wore a brown leather jacket, a blue-and-white button down shirt, and khaki pants. He looked polite, but it seemed as if he was confused by his surroundings. He was almost strange.

The Captain seemed to notice me for the first time. "I've never seen you before. What's your name?" He asked me.

"Allison Firebane." I told him, heat rising to my face. He would surely notice my accent. "And I assume you are Captain Rogers?"

He only nodded. Kind of a shy guy, if you ask me.

"Phil, they need you on the bridge. They're starting the face-trace," said Natasha suddenly. Phil began making his way to the inside of the ship.

"There was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice." Natasha said to Rogers. "I thought Coulson was gonna swoon."

"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. "Ice?"

"Yeah. It's quite a long story, though." Rogers said. He then looked ahead of him and his face lit up. "Doctor Banner," he said.

The man who had gotten out of the other plane was looking around, clearly lost. He looked up when he heard his name. "Ah, hi, " the doctor said. "I was told you would be coming." The two shook hands.

"Word is you can find the Cube." Rogers said.

"Is that the only word on me?"

"Only word I care about."

"You're here to trace the Tesseract, aren't you?" I asked the man.

"Yeah. I'm an expert in gamma radiation, and S.H.I.E.L.D. called me in to try and track the Cube," he explained.

"Wow, gamma radiation!" I said. I knew he was famous and that he was like a freaking Stephen Hawking. I chuckled inwardly at my own dry humor.

"Oh, by the way. I'm Doctor Bruce Banner," the man said and held out his hand. I shook it.

"Allison Firebane. Nice to meet you."

"Guys, you might wanna step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breathe," Natasha said. Suddenly, an intercom came on and started barking orders at the workers on deck, who were scrambling to secure the planes and other aircrafts on the ship. Suddenly, the ship lurched and an engine started up, rumbling underneath our feet.

"Is this a submarine?" Rogers asked.

"Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?" Banner said playfully. We approached the edge and looked out over the sides. Wings had started appearing the water with spinning rotors that could chop you into a million pieces if you fell in one. I shuddered at the thought.

Once they saw the rotors, Banner paled. "No, no, this is much worse." We were lifting off into the air, which sent a rush of joy through me. But then I was brought back to the reality that I was afraid of heights and slowly started creeping away from the edge.

"Yep, I'm going inside now. Later," I said, and turned and fled the deck, the others following close behind.


As we arrived on the bridge, it felt like I had died and went to Heaven and back. Thousands of computers lined the room, and there was all sorts of data scattered across the screens. I rushed over to one and looked at it. There was a profile on a man by the name of Clint Barton. I knew Clint; he was one of my only friends from S.H.I.E.L.D. He had amazing accuracy with the bow and arrow and some impressive stealth skills. But why were they looking for him? Then I realized something. Fury had called us in because this guy named Loki had stolen a powerful object called the Tesseract, and that he had brainwashed people and made them work for him. Clint had been one of those people. My heart sank and I had to sit down at the nearby table to keep from collapsing on the spot.

"We've reached height, sir." A female voice said from across the room.

"Good," said Fury. "Let's vanish."

I wondered what he meant by that, but decided not to ask as that would be almost impolite.

"Engage retro-reflection panels!" Shouted the same voice, but this time it was directed at the other people in the room. After a few moments, the voice spoke again. "Reflection panels engaged."

"Gentlemen," said Fury, turning to us. "And ladies," he said, referring to me and Natasha. As Fury walked past the Captain, Rogers pulled out a wad of cash and handed a bill to him. Huh. He must have lost a dare. Then I laughed inwardly. The famous Captain America, lose to Fury?

"So, why are we here again?" I asked, resting my head on my hand.

"Well, Banner is here for a different reason. All he needs to do is track the cube, since he knows gamma radiation like no other." Fury replied.

"Yeah, how far are you with that?" Banner asked.

Fury nodded to Phil, who I hadn't even noticed was in the room. "We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops... if it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us." Phil explained.

Natasha was looking at the computer with Clint's profile on it. " They won't find them in time." She looked doubtful.

As they started talking sciency stuff, my brain wandered off into Dream Land. I kept thinking about our enemy... who is he, and what is he doing? I understood he was trying to take over the Earth using the Tesseract, but why? Suddenly I had a thought.

"Hey, Fury?" I asked.

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Do you... have a training room?"

"Why, yes we do. Phil?" He said.

"Huh?" He looked up at Fury.

"Please show Allison here to the training room."

"Ah, okay." He came over to the table where I was sitting. "Follow me, Allison."

I got up and went down the hall with him. We walked in silence for a while, until I eventually had to talk to him.

"So, how have you been?" I asked him.

"Fine. I've been on quite extraordinary missions here and there, but nothing too vigorous."

We continued on in silence, turning at least five corners. I memorized the map in my head―from the conference room, go down the hall, turn right, take two lefts, and then take another right and then another left and you're at the training room. Yay(That was sarcasm, just so you know)!

"Here we are. Enjoy." He told me, and walked off to leave me to my business. I entered the room, which was more of a gym than anything. It was huge, with workout instruments scattered all around the place. I located two locker rooms and went into the girl's room, where I put my long platinum blonde hair into a ponytail and changed into a white tank-top, blue gym shorts, and my black combat boots. Oh gosh, how I loved my combat boots.

I exited the locker room and went over to the circle of dummies at the back of the gym. I did a couple stretches to warm up, then I positioned myself into a fighting stance. I performed a few test punches, and decided that the dummies were durable enough. I grinned to myself. These dummies are going down, I thought playfully to myself. Even if they are just dummies.

I threw punches and kicks, the dummies barely moving. I didn't know they were that durable, I thought. I increased my speed and strength, but they still didn't budge. My anger flared and suddenly I was in the air, doing a round-house kick and hitting the dummy in the head. The head moved a bit, but didn't pop off. I roared and lunged at it, flame shooting from my hands. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I can control the elements; well, just air and fire. I had a twin sister who controlled earth and water, but she died a long time ago. And we aren't getting into that. But now the dummy was singed, but I still didn't see any stuffing peeking out of it.

Finally, after about an hour of wearing myself out over the dummies, I headed back to the locker room to shower and change. I stood happily underneath the showerhead, letting the lukewarm water trickle over me. After ten minutes, I turned off the water and went to the nearest locker to grab my clothes and I shrugged on what I had been wearing before: black pants, white shirt, and red leather jacket. I redid my hair into my usual braid and completed my outfit with my beloved black combat boots. I know what you're saying; Military diva, much?

During the time of my showering and dressing, I hadn't noticed that there was someone else in the gym with me, angrily beating up a punching bag. Guess who? It was Steve Rogers himself.

As I left the locker room, the sounds of punches being thrown were carried to my ears. I looked around and finally saw Steve, dressed in a white t-shirt and beige sweatpants, punching a punching bag, apparently lost in thought.

Impulsively, I went over and tapped his shoulder. I surprised him out of his reverie and he jumped and swung at me, missing my head by centimeters. I backed up, hands up in the air in surrender.

"It's just me!" I assured him. He calmed down a bit, but still looking a little shocked and confused.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me.

"The real question is, did I really scare you that much?" I just answered my own question. "Just ignore what I said. Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?" I could see him looking into my silvery-grey eyes, which were tinted with red. My eyes and my hair, which had crimson streaks in it, symbolised my power in a way. The lightness of my hair and eyes represented my air power, and the red stood for the fire in me.

"Well, you were beating that thing up pretty hard, so there is something wrong." I told him, gesturing to the now battered punching bag. "Bad memories? Evil girlfriend? What?"

He just blinked at me, confuzzled. I'm sorry, confused.

"Because, trust me, I have a lot of those, too. The bad memories part, not the evil girlfriend part," I said.

He laughed. "I didn't know you could be this funny. You always struck me as the calm, serious, sarcastic type."

Oh, if you only knew me, I thought to myself.

"So, you going to explain?"

"Explain what?" I asked, this time being the one to be confused.

"You. Being in the gym." He said.

"Isn't it obvious? I was training."

"Training? You were training?"

"Uh, yeah. You know, for the day the big evil bad guys come and we have to take 'em all down."

It was at that moment he decided to change the subject. "So, I never got a chance to ask you this before. You're British, huh?"

"Yep. Full-blooded Brit, that's me alright."

I heard him chuckle. "You wanna talk?"

"Wha?" I said. "What dost thou meaneth by, 'talk?'"

He just raised an eyebrow at me.

At that moment, the door decided to slam open and reveal Coulson, still dressed in his signature black suit.

"Allison, Steve," he said, obviously out of breath. "Suit up and head out. You're going to Germany."


So, that was the chapter for ya! I hoped you guys enjoyed it. I know it was really, really long, but, hey, introduction chapters are rather lengthy. (Oh my gosh, it is SO hard to type with a bandaged finger. Long story; don't wanna explain.)

Don't worry, chapter 2 will be coming soon. Around Wednesday-Friday, somewhere around that time frame. I'll have plenty of time to type tomorrow―No school for Veterans Day! Awesome! Enjoy the rest of your weekends, grown-ups! It's worky-worky for you tomorrow!

Signing off,

~FanficWriter102