The New Avenger

by MyKalopsia

Loki has escaped from prison and has gathered his army with new powers. The Avengers have a new weapon as well, a runaway and orphaned teenage girl named Silvia. The Avengers recruit her to join their team. She is not your typical hero but is not a typical teenager girl either. Can she and the Avengers stop Loki for good this time? Do not own Marvel or anything, just my characters.

2. Silvia's House

Silvia placed the final piece onto the Lego airplane.

"People think being a runaway is so exciting." she thought bitterly."Sure it is. In the ten minute chases once a month. Other than that it's totally boring. But I guess boring is better. It's safer."

Silvia was an average teenage girl, except for the runaway part and her secret. In her opinion, she was nothing more than average. Even after the test. Her looks were fine, though she hated her hair. It was curly and always a mess. While everyone else complimented the blonde curls, she wished them away. They were a pain to deal with and impossible to tame. Her eyes were hazel, nothing special. They had and amber ring at the center, one of the few things she appreciated. Average height, though she had a certain knack for making friends with tall people. She always felt short and for most of her life had been. It wasn't until Freshman year of high school that she achieved the 'normal' height for her age. Her face had acne, and she did nothing to hide it. Make up was a waste of time and considering how athletic she was, it wasn't all that bad. Her skin was fairly tanned, but that was a result of a long summer and lots of time outside. Her body was well muscled; running from police, building hideouts, and mapping out the area kept her active.

She looked at the walls of the old tree house. There was a shelf that wrapped all the way around the place. It housed her collection of Lego, which was an impressive one.

"Why did I even keep this stuff?" she thought. "At least it keeps the boredom away. And I am only an hour's walk from my old house."

She looked around the entire 'house.' It was one large room, probably 12 feet by 12 feet. The roof was maybe eight feet up. She had found the tree house by accident and, finding it unused, settled in. It had been two months and no one had come back to it. She had filled it with her meager supplies though fortunately for her, its previous inhabitants had left some things in it. A beanbag, only about half filled, a hammer, two blankets, and a wooden crate containing art supplies. Everything else in the room, she had either stolen, built, or already had. Her bed, which was really just the blankets was in one corner. The beanbag and crate had been moved to the opposite corner. She used it for studying and kept her backpack next to the crate. A guitar leaned in the corner at the foot of the bed. She could never use it, the noise might attract attention, but she could never bring herself to get rid of it. It had been a present from her grandfather. Opposite the guitar was another wooden box, though this one she had built herself with scrap wood, and wooden shelf, also of her creation. Books filled the shelf, ranging almost every genre. The house had been built around the tree and its trunk ran through the middle of the room. A narrow opening, just large enough for her to slip through was the only way out. There were pieces of wood climbing up the trunk serving as stairs. A hole in the roof, covered by a spare piece of wood allowed Silvia to climb onto the roof.

She sighed, got up, and set the plane in an open spot on the shelf. Then she went back to the beanbag. She pulled the second box close to her. She took the lid off and looked inside. She pulled everything out as she always did and thought of the memories each object held. The first was an old fluffy stuffed cat that rattled. It had been her first stuffed animal, she got it when she was born. The next was a photo album of pictures she took when she was 8. Some notebooks and pencils were beneath the album. They were all half filled with stories and doodles. Then there were some school yearbooks and sports team photos. She hoped she would get some more of those someday. She pulled out some newspaper clippings. Her teams at state and her track championships. Those were the days. She pulled out one final thing. A new photo album. She opened it. It started with 2 newspaper clippings. They were the stories of her parents. The next page started with a piece of paper stuck in it saying, "Good Times" The first picture was of her with a little girl on her back. She smiled as she remembered doing that every day at track practice. On the next page there was a picture of a water balloon fight. Mary and Emma were in the middle of throwing water balloons at her. There were many more pages of good times with friends and family having fun. Then she came to the next divider. "Hard Times". The first page had articles about her on the run, getting caught, and the accident. She growled, then caught herself. "Silence is always the safest." she cautioned mentally. Then she had pictures of herself, all the places she had run to, wanted posters, and other such things. Then on the very last page were pictures of her pets, living(as far as she knew) and deceased. On the inside of the back cover she had written a long time ago. "Keep going so you can come back to us." She also had written some quotes to keep going and her favorite song lyrics.

She snapped out of her reverie, closed the book, put everything back in the box, closed the lid, and heaved herself up to the roof. She picked up the binoculars she had left up there and scanned the surrounding area looked. No cops, cop cars, or helicopters. It was safe. The sun was setting. Silvia decided to watch it. She pulled her camera out of her pocket and her iPod with headphones tumbled out with it. She put in one headphone so she could still listen for sirens or other signs of trouble. She took a couple pictures and then scrolled through the old ones that she had never gotten developed. Pictures from the zoo were the first thing, one with her friend Emma. Then she saw a picture of herself holding a soccer ball. Then she realized it was a video. Memories flooded back of the video class she took in middle school. Her video had been a Subway commercial spoof. She started to laugh at her best friend's part before she slapped her free hand over her mouth. She had to be as quiet as possible. The sun was soon below the horizon. She picked up the binoculars and went down, pulling the wood over the hole. A brick covered the hole in the floor. With a sigh, she flopped down onto her blankets and pulled one over herself but was too warm. It was summer after all. She laid on top of all the blankets and closed her eyes. She was asleep in seconds.