Welcome to my new story! This is based around a character I used previously in an X MEN fanfic story which I have now deleted because my writing was embarrassingly bad (I shall re-write it at some point). Basically Mallory Howlett is Wolverine's daughter. Her powers are: Flying; Impeccable fighting skills; Creating Electricity and using it as a weapon and being the mutant prodigy (which killed Magneto.) For a full profile of her, just go to my profile!

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"I would never have imagined falling for any woman, let alone a mortal such as yourself. As much as it pains me and fills me with disgust to say, you have become the reason that I breathe…my heart has become yours, and I am forever in your debt."

The sound of an alarm clock grew louder as the girl underneath the mess of brown hair groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow. She managed to tune out the incessant noise and drift back into her slumber before she was once again rudely awakened, this time by a harsh barking noise. She opened one eye to see Augrem, her half breed canine sitting in front of her sniffing her face.

'Alright, alright.' She mumbled, pushing the dog's nose away from her face.

She slowly sat up and pushed her mane of hair out of her face as she regained her focus on her bedroom.
As she clambered out of bed and shuffled to her floor length mirror, she was relatively surprised at what was staring back; instead of the usual troll-like features that usually befall her at this time of the morning, she smiled at herself and began to search through her drawers for clothes.
As she began to hear rushed footsteps echoing towards her door, she hurriedly pulled on her black leotard, jumped into her black leggings and slipped on a dark blue checked shirt, just as a woman's voice could be heard shouting from behind her door.

'Mallory…Mallory!' they said, knocking harshly on the door before opening it and looking in. Mallory's smile faded as she saw the concerned look on Storm's face.

'It's Hank, it's urgent' she tried to say calmly, but the breaks in her voice could clearly show her nervousness.

Mallory had not seen her in this state in almost two years and she did not enjoy looking forward to realising the reason for it either. She grabbed her military style boots and attempted to put them on whilst making her way to the door and then running up behind Storm's heels as they made their way to the main office within the X Mansion.

As she opened the door for Mallory, she took a step inside to see Hank leaning against his desk, his hand cupping his chin as he looked up at her and then looked to the man stood by the window. A dark skinned man in a black leather coat and an eyepatch covering his right eye stood still, with his hands placed behind his back, watching her face fall into a scowl as she shuffled inside.

'What's the emergency?' she asked, looking up at Hank, but making sure that the stranger was kept in the corner of her eye.

'Mallory, I think you should take a seat…' he said, lifting up his arm and gesturing her towards the sofa.

'I'd rather not' she answered bluntly. 'You decided to wake me up at six in the morning for this and that's made me real pissed, so there better be a good reason.'

Hank looked up at the man who had shuffled away from the window and saw the smirk brush across his face. Mallory knew that look, she got it quite often from those who knew of her father and his short tempered attitude.

'Miss Howlett, my name is Director Fury, I'm from a group called…' he started, until Mallory lifted up her hand and huffed as she realised who this man was and remembered the reason for the burning hate building up inside her.

'S.H.I.E.L.D, I know. What are you doing here?' she asked with bitterness in her voice, taking a few steps towards him. 'Seeing as we are…what was it…the unstable, unreliable outcasts?'

'At that point in time Howlett, mutants were renowned to be unstable, we were unable to help your war…' he answered calmly, understanding her anger. 'But we watched…we saw what happened two years ago. We saw you kill Eric Lensherr and saw what your powers were capable of, right now…we need your expertise.'

Mallory squinted slightly as she took in everything he had said and tried to remember how they could have known about the incident two years ago…well, Fury was the spy. She would never be able to comprehend what he has been capable of seeing.

'I thought S.H.I.E.L.D had no quarrels with anyone, I thought you were going back into hiding?' she asked, crossing her arms. 'What would you need with me?'

'18 months ago, after the incident in Manhattan, it turned out that the bad guy had a lot of enemies, and they're threatening the existence of Asgard as well as Earth.'

Mallory stopped breathing and allowed her face to fall into confusion at his statement.
'Wait…Asgard?' she laughed, beginning to pace around the office. 'You mean…the mythological land of Gods and…'

'You're correct, we have one of their residents as part of our team…his name is Thor, the God of Thunder' he said, taking a step towards her. 'His planet is under threat from an invasion.'

'Let me guess, the bad guy is the mythological Norse God brother?' she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief and amusement.

'Loki, yes.' He answered, entertained by her reaction. 'Right now he is under house arrest, monitored by the king's guards…but this is something that even he was unable to conjure, no matter how crazy that bastard is.'

'…So where do I come into this?' she asked, calming herself down and sitting on the edge of the sofa.

'Do you know of the Avenger's Initiative?' he asked, sitting down opposite her and watching her nod in agreement. 'We have reason to believe that your powers work within each of theirs…You can fly alongside Iron Man, keep his suit charged and your power is as strong as his. You have the fighting capability as our two top assassins put together and more, Thor uses thunder – you use electricity A.K.A lightning…as for Steve Rogers, well, your father fought in the same wars.'

He suddenly stopped his track of thought and looked around the silent room.

'While I am on that subject…where is the old dog?' he asked, with bitterness in his voice.

'Watch your tongue Fury' she snapped. 'He may have hostility with you but he is still my father…he's in South America for a couple of months.'

'What about Doctor Banner?' asked Hank, standing up straight and crossing his arms. 'Wasn't he part of this initiative?'

'Yes, but I guess we shall have to find out your relativity to him another time.' He answered, looking back to Mallory's blank expression. 'You're also the only one who will be able to use the portal to Asgard without being crushed or suffocated, so you can work alongside Thor to try and get Loki to either confess his ideas…or try and bring him onto our side.'

At this point, Mallory felt a knot in her chest. Crushed? Suffocated? Why is she being sent to another world? Why is this becoming her responsibility? After two years of being able to live her life in peace and solidarity, she was hesitant to accept Fury's offer, but something in the back of her head kept urging her to accept, to take the chance to move onto something better, something that will make her worth something again. How she missed the fights and the rush of adrenaline.

'So you're asking me to be the Avengers' back up?' she asked. 'And to babysit the guy that nearly killed us all?'

'No Howlett, you'll be your own agent…you'll be building up the portal on the Asgardian's side, ready for Stark to transfer you, Thor and hopefully Loki back here – ready to initiate our plans.'

Mallory laughed loudly as she stood back up and rubbed her face harshly, feeling herself become tired and impatient. She was not prepared to be face to face with a man that nearly wiped out her world and allow him to belittle her.

'Have you never read to stories and tales of these Gods, Fury?' she asked abruptly. 'You're expecting me to manipulate the God of Manipulation, Lies and Chaos…he is not capable of compassion…how do you expect me to change his mind?'

'If you were able to tame the Wolverine, Miss Howlett, then you're the only person I know that will be capable of breaking through that arrogant, crazy-ass shell of his.' He answered, looking up at her.

She saw the hope and belief in his stare, his uneven breath as he awaited the reply he needed the most. She began to disbelieve in herself, her capability of completing this mission. She looked over at Storm and Hank for some sort of motivation and confidence, but she was greeted back with worry and tears in their eyes. They knew the risk that Mallory were to take if she accepted, what she will leave behind, what she would lose.

'I'll be back before Logan comes back.' She lied, knowing that she might never see him again.

'Mallory, this isn't just mutants and humans now, this is a whole other world, that are stronger and more powerful than us…' said Storm, walking upto her and holding her hands. Mallory could feel her hands shaking with nerves and her eyes wide open in fear.

'I'm not going to spend every day waiting for Logan…I have nothing here without him, and you and I both know he may not return for months.' She answered, pulling herself away and turning towards Fury.

'I'm in.'

I understand that this chapter is all talking and not much emotions and that, but I had to get all the explaination and background out of the way before I can start on the next chapter. Sorry!

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