Phobos gulped down the last of her drink, and prepared to meet her prey. The Avengers - all but the Black Widow and Dr. Bruce Banner - were sitting at the table just behind her attempting to keep a low profile. She had been hired to kill them, but she would wait until they had been wasted away by the drinks she was going to buy them.

"I would like another drink, barman." A husky voice said, which she knew belonged to Thor, the God of Thunder. Now was her chance, she wouldn't miss it.

"Sure thing my man!" The bartender - who was just about as drunk as Tony Stark had already become - practically yelled at the god.

"Put that on my tab," Phobos interjected. As she turned around to face them, and they all stared at her in bewilderment. "What, can't a girl buy some guys a drink?" She asked seductively.

Stark sat up in his chair and slurred. "There's no rule against that."

"Good, 'cause I'm going to whether you boys like it or not." After paying the bartender, Phobos passed out five drinks, one for her, four for the rest of the men at the table.

After a few minutes, Clint Barton spoke up. "So, you got a name?"

'Yeah, I do,' she though, 'it's one of the few things I do have.' Her real name was Jeasa. It was one of three things she was sure of about herself, the other two being her codename, and her 'gift'. Not wanting to give away any information about her true self, she used another name. "I'm Emma." She searched each of their faces for any sign of disbelief, and found none but she did notice Thor's crystal blue eyes were constantly drifting to meet her purple ones. She assumed it was just because he had had too many drinks.


Phobos silently slunk down the alley in pursuit of her targets. The Avengers left where she had bought them drinks. Iron Man was wobbling down the street in a drunk fashion, occasionally almost falling over. By the time the men had left the bar, she had changed from her civilian disguise to her own skin-tight black outfit trimmed with purple. Two swords hung at her belt, and hidden daggers glinted slightly when their steel hilts caught the light of a street lamp. Over the costume, was a dark trench coat that hid her arsenal from sight. Still, no one noticed her as she followed the unknowing Avengers.

Suddenly, another figure appeared. It looked to be a man, of medium height, who came out of the alley in front of her. She froze, and hid herself in between a gap in two buildings. She heard the figures footsteps growing more distant, and eventually fading away down the street. Had someone come to steal her kill? She drew her sharpest throwing knife from a concealed sheath strapped to her thigh. As she jumped from her hiding place in preparation to attack, she saw no trace of the man. However, there was also no sign of the Avengers.

She cursed under her breath for allowing her quarry to slip away. Her employer would not be pleased. She needed to catch up to them, and the best way to do that was to fly. She removed the coat from her shoulders and held it at her side and, using her own power, conjured up a pair of jet black feathered wings. They sprouted from her back, and were fully capable of lifting the assassin off the ground.

Once she was in the air, she was able to spot where her prey had stopped. It was near Stark Tower, but far enough away that they couldn't retreat there too quickly, should they spot her. She began to descend, and landed on the ground a little harder than she expected. The wings folded against her back, and quickly melded into her skin. Stealthily, she approached the Avengers, until she was just a corner away from them. Returning her dagger to it's sheath and replacing it with one of her swords, Phobos held her weapon close to her, preparing to do battle with the Earth's Mightiest Heroes. However, a surprised sound coming from the Avengers stopped her.

"Oh, Bruce, Natasha, it's just you. We thought someone was following us." Steve said.

That would put a dent in her plans. She couldn't defeat the Hulk . . . but maybe she could defuse the bomb instead. She scrambled up the nearest building, where she put on her coat yet again and using the voice of an an endangered civilian, cried for help. The Avengers even the drunk Tony Stark where on the roof in seconds. Dr. Banner wasn't in Hulk form, which relieved some stress. Phobos put on the face of a terrified girl, and shrieked. "They came out of nowhere . . . they attacked me!" Not the most believable scenario, but it would do.

Rogers came up finally, and said "Don't worry ma'am, we'll take care of it." They all began looking around, and Phobos used that time to search for their fears. That was her true power, to find others fears and use it against them. Focusing first on the Hulk, she found what truly terrified him; losing his control over his 'other side' to someone else. Concentrating as hard as she could, she made his fear come true. The good Doctor began grunting, his eyes turning a bright, gamma green before the rest of his skin went from tan to emerald as well. Only moments after, he was no longer Dr. Bruce Banner but the Incredible Hulk, making the rest of the Avengers gasp in horror.

Captain America came up to Phobos and said "Ma'am, get down, we'll protect you!" Phobos used that opportunity to drive her poisoned blade through his stomach.