Autors note: This is kind of a rewrite mashup of two of my older stories. Read it, it's good.

I do not own the Avengers or Shield or anything belonging to Marvel... yet.

Prologue

My name is Karyn. I live, well lived, with my best friend Tom for as long as I could remember, we were always on the run. The last time I saw him was a few weeks ago on a cargo ship heading towards earth. Yeah, we were in space on the run from an evil tyrant trying to take over our galaxy and turn everyone into mindless slaves of darkness. Nothing big.

The tyrant called himself The Dark Lord. It's ironic because he can control shadows and dark matter, which is a black and gooey substance kind of like tar. Tom and I weren't defenseless against him; we each had abilities of our own. Tom could manipulate fire and cause a spark with just a glance and sustain it as long as he wanted. I, on the other hand, have complete mastery over water. I can pull liquid out of the air, and cause it to become any temperature. So I have power over ice and steam as well. And if that wasn't enough, we each had a sword made out of enhanced, practically indestructible metal bound to us.

Tom and I had stowed away on this ship not knowing where it was going. The reason we were on here in the first place is because we thought we saw the Dark Lord on the planet we had been on and hopped on board as soon as we had seen one of his minions.

Crouched in a corner, Tom whispered to me "Do you think it's safe to come out, yet?" I had better survival instincts than Tom, but his knowledge of technology far surpassed mine.

I strained my ears and listened for a minuet, and then when I didn't hear anything I quickly peeked over the crate we were hiding behind. "I don't see anything," I quietly whispered back, ducking down and crouching next to him.

We were about to stand up when we heard a crate from across the room burst open like something very heavy had just been dropped on it. I held my breath and looked over at Tom, who motioned for us to run before we were discovered. I nodded in understanding and waited for his signal. He flipped his hand down and we both took off down the hall. I followed Tom, blindly trusting him to lead. But mere minuets we were cornered by people covered in dark matter, The Dark Lords mindless minions. We drew our swords and I could feel my eyes started to softly glow the way they did when I was about to use my powers. Taking a defensive stance next to Tom, I was prepared for battle. But what I wasn't prepared for is a dark, hideous voice to come out of nowhere.

"You have evaded me for long enough." It seethed. "Give in, and your end will be swift." Then I heard a hissing sound come from the roof, spraying a pinkish black mist into the room.

"Hold your breath!" Tom shouted, but it was too late. I had already had a lung full and by vision was blurring and my breathing heavy. I forced the rest of the steam out of the room before tom could be affected by it.

Tom growled in frustration. Then the dark matter covered minions started making their way towards us. Going to the control panel on the wall Tom shouted, "Cover me!" which I did quite well for a half conscious person. I managed to hold them back with powers to swirl razor sharp ice crystals around us and cut down the closer ones with my sword.

"Get in!" Tom said a minuet later while simultaneously shoving me into a little room. I was starting to black out by then, my vision almost gone, but I managed to see Tom close the doors from the outside, still in the room with the Dark Lords soldiers. I could barely tell that the room I was in dethatched from the cargo ship and blast out into space. The last thing I saw was the ship explodes.

"Tom" I whisper before I slipping into darkness.

Authors end note: I love reviews! Please review and give me ideas or comments! Thanks for reading! ~Zoneperson