This is a repost. My story got reported for using songlyrics even though I clearly stated I did not own them. Whoops. Well, I emcee my old reader find this story. Please review... Please. I can't say I am thrilled at the amount of reviews this story got before. I was actually disappointed. Please make this different and review to your heart's content!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, but it would be so cool if I did. :)

The old man stared defiantly at the powerful Æsir.

"Look to your elder, people!" the god said. "Let him be an example."

The bronze staff tip lit up and raised until it was level with the old man's chest. Just as the ball of energy was released, a wall of ice was raised in front of him. It shattered, but the man was completely protected. A figure that had stooped in front of him stood up straight.

She wore light blue jeans with frayed edges, a black T-shirt, and black jacket with a hood drawn over her face. A short silver chain with a hummingbird charm was clasped at her throat. A black set of a bow and arrows hung across her back. Long blond hair framed her tan face. Gray eyes looked out from beneath her bangs. Determination and coldness had sketched her face. The strange girl looked no more that seventeen.

She shoved her hands forward. Ice pellets blasted Loki, but he deflected them. A bolt of blue energy sped towards her, but she pulled out her bow and an arrow. The energy encased the arrow, and it sped off. She pulled up on the tip of her bow, and it popped up like a miniature joystick. She twisted it, then tossed the bow on her back. She got ready to shoot ice, but the arrow appeared, racing toward Loki. As it reached him, she shot a steady stream of ice from her hands. Loki stood, trapped in frozen energy. The staff lay harmlessly by the cube.

She took a step back, and a smirk crossed her face. Suddenly, an elaborately decorated hammer with a short handle smacked her hand into the ground. She couldn't pull her hand free. It was caught between the head and the stub at the end of the handle. She lay on the ground, tugging her hand as hard as she could. Thor appeared in her line of vision and punched her face. Or tried to. She rolled so his fist hit the ground by her hand. She pulled it free and stood. She and Thor both prepared to deliver the final blow.

"Stop! Wait, stop!" She turned and found Captain America, minus a shield, with his hands raised. "We shouldn't be fighting. Apparently, we're on the same. Truce?"

"I suppose..." Her voice was rough, like it was rarely used. "What guarantee do I have that the second I let my guard down, I'm not gonna get killed?"

"My guarantee," answered Steve.

Her hands slowly lowered. Tony Stark landed behind Steve and the helmet flipped up. "You can join us if you want," he offered.

"Join you? Why would I do that? I work just fine on my own." The mysterious girl looked at Stark like he was crazy.

"You could help, I dunno... save the world!" At the look on her face, he added, "We could really use your help. We're gettin' whipped. Think of the recognition!"

"If you need my help that badly, then you'll promise that I get no recognition, no publicity, nothing."

"Deal," Steve spoke before Tony could.

"Ok." she said simply.

"What are you called?" Thor asked.

"What's my real name, or what is the stupid name people call me in the newspaper?"

"Both."

"My real name is Kayla Secc." She turned to a dark alley way. "Wait, what do the people call you?"

Without turning, she answered, "Shadow."

She melted into the darkness.

"Stark, Secc left a message for you." Natasha's voice came over the intercom. "I'm transmitting it now."

Kayla's voice fizzled into existence in Tony's headset. "I'll meet you at your ship in two hours. Oh, and be careful with the frozen energy. It'll burn your hands off. Let Thor do it. He knows what to do."

"Is that it?" Tony inquired.

"Yeah, pretty much," Natasha answered.

"What do you mean pretty much?"

"Uhh... Fine. I'll transmit the last bit of the message. Here you go." The last bit came through. "And Metal-Head, don't touch it."

"Metal-Head? Metal-Head? Who does she think she is?" Tony sounded indignant.

"I don't know, but that was pretty funny." Natasha was holding back a laugh.

Tony growled low. "If one letter of the last sentence gets out, I'll have your hide!" he cut the link.

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