Hey guys and gals,

Yeah, I haven't updated in awhile.

I just lost inspiration, and I'm trying to find a Beta...also, uh. I'm thinking about the plot, and I don't got a ton of ideas, so I would be mighty grateful if you could send me ideas in your reviews? I know Bloodclan might play a small role, and I know Loki is here, but...eh.

Also, pretend Stark Tower has windowsills.

I went ahead and made a list of Robin's powers. They'll be in the AN at the bottom. He's not really that powerful if you think about it...

Robin's POV

I'll admit. Jumping out a window was not my best idea, okay? I know that much.

At least there was a windowsill, right?

I'll explain. I wasn't exactly eavesdropping. I was just innocently standing in the hallway when I heard 'Loki, Robin, magic, accuse'.

Nope. I wasn't risking.

Right, so I'm about to leave, back to the guest bedroom, so I turn around, and my tail hits a vase. It crashes to the ground, and I hear the discussion stop.

Mouse-dung.

I quickly run into the guest room and close the door slowly.

I wait for a moment, pressing my ear to the door. I hear thundering footsteps coming towards the door. I open the window, and jump out, grabbing the windowsill by its edges, just as an arrow flies through the opened window.

I thank StarClan for windowsills, or else I'd be a splat on the ground tree-lengths below. I held my breath as Clint and Steve looked out and below, and by some miracle they didn't see me. Or maybe they did, and didn't say anything.

I looked below me and stared with dismay at how high I was. How was I supposed to climb down?! I waited a few moments in agony, before deciding to climb back through the window. I grabbed my green cap and black hooded jacket, and put them on.

Then, I peeked down the hallway and since it was empty, slipped into the meeting room.

There was no one there. Huh. Well this made everything easier. I began creeping towards the elevator.

What happened next was not my fault. I have no peripheral vision, due to having only one working eye. *

A hand clamped down on my shoulder, and I spun around, claws already retracted.

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor, staring at the tanned, bespectacled face of Bruce Banner.

How?

I forced myself to relax a bit, trying to regain the air that had been knocked out of my body with the landing. Bruce sighed, staring at me for a moment, before reaching a hand down to help me up.

I ignored the hand, and got up by myself, giving the doctor a slight glare.

"Sorry if I surprised you." He muttered, taking a step forward towards me. "Sorry for judo flipping you too."

I stepped backwards, looking around for an escape route. The elevator was behind Banner. Fox-dung.

Like I said, what happened next, totally not my fault.

Banner was walking forwards, I was walking backwards. "What do you want, Banner? I've got places to go." I hissed, looking over his shoulder at the elevator.

Bruce shrugged with a small sigh. "Robin, you're not-" I shoved him out of the way, and he staggered into the wall, hitting his head on the sharp corner of the wall.

Shoot.

Banner let out a small hiss of pain, his eyes turning green as he reached up into his curly greying hair. It came back red.

I ran to the elevator rapidly pushing the ground floor button as Banner was fighting off a hulk-out. The elevator doors closed and I once again thanked StarClan that Stark had extremely fast elevators.

I walked down the street, heading to the park. As I was walking past a dark alleyway**, I thought I heard a whisper. I paused in my walk, pulling my tail closer to me and pulling my cap down a bit more. I looked up at the night sky, with a shiver.

Probably just your imagination, Robin. All you really hear out here are cars.

I thought I heard another whisper, and I approached the alley.

I am just full of bad ideas today.

I hand grabbed my jacket and pulled me into the alley, and I accidentally hit my head on the brick wall. I blinked a few times, trying to stay conscious, and failed for a moment.

"Go back to sleep." A gruff voice growled. I blinked again, and closed my eyes again.

I woke up sometime later. Tied by my hands to a pipe. "StarClan...where am I?" I muttered blinking. It was still dark, and I was in old, falling down, nasty, moldy smelling, shoddy, wooden, disgusting, (you get the point) building.

"I bet he's awake now." A gruff voice said, from beyond the hut. The same voice from last night?

"I don't see why we couldn't of done it while he was asleep." A feminine voice that was soft and harsh at the same time.

"'Cause Woop likes to hear them scream. Let's face it, we all do. Plus cause you-know-who told us to." A young male voice.

I writhed in my ropes, trying to free myself. Why ever I would be screaming, was a reason I wouldn't want to know.

I was so preoccupied trying to free myself, I didn't hear the door open.

"Well, aren't we lucky. He is awake." I froze and looked up.

A large, broad-shouldered, muscled male with light brown hair and yellowish eyes. His cat ears were dark brown and ripped near the top, and his tail was short, the same color as his hair. Around his neck, he had a necklace of dog and cat teeth, and I stiffened.

Collar with teeth. BloodClan.

My mind raced at the realization. But how? BloodClan was chased off and disbanded a long time ago...

"Aww, lookie. He recognizes." Crooned the female. She had sandy colored hair with brown swirls and pale blue eyes. Her ears were brown and her tail was a sandy color. She also had a necklace, but with fewer teeth than the first guy.

The last one was a young teen with pale skin and white hair. He had green eyes, and a collar with no teeth.

"I'm Woop," said the man with the brown hair, "This is Sand, and that young guy is Mark." I stared at them.

"It would be very much appreciated if you would let me go." I said, hoping that my voice didn't tremble. They looked at each other for a moment, blinking slowly, like they were considering it. I felt my heart soar.

"Naw." Mark said with a smirk, and my heart plummeted so fast it hurt.

Mark took out a knife, and my heart was now at my feet. "H-hold on. It doesn't have to be like this." I stammered, as he approached me with a grin.

I scooted back as much as possible. I made eye contact with Sand and Woop and Sandy stared for a second.

"What happened to your eye?" Sand asked, staring at me intensely.

"I'm blind in that eye." I muttered, still scooting back a bit. Mark was still approaching, and looked back at Woop for approval.

Woop gave a disapproving tsk. "And no awesome scratches or scars to go over your eye? You could look badass."

"I don't want to look badass." I growled back, and I was unprepared when Mark took a swipe at me with the knife. It caught me in the jaw, and I let out a loud whimper as blood dripped onto the floor.

Woop gave me an insane grin, and Sand laughed. I glowered at them, and kicked Mark in the face suddenly, shifting into a cat, and leaping towards a hole in the wall. What type of kidnappers don't tie the feet? How stupid.

I slipped through and saw we were still in the city, and began running on the sidewalk. How far was I from Stark Tower?

I was suddenly flung to the ground by Woop, his yellow eyes blazing. He looked even scarier than a cat. He unsheathed his claws with a yowl of rage and raked them over the left side of my face, starting at my eyebrow and ending at my nose.

I screeched in pain and fear as blood ran down my face like a river, and Woop grabbed my scruff, shaking me like a dead rat. He kicked me once in the face, then rejoined his companions as they snickered.

I attempted to haul myself to my feet, but my legs wouldn't work the way they were supposed to. I groaned, hearing another set of paws approaching. I couldn't survive another attack!

I was bleeding heavily, and my vision was going dark.

"Hey! Get lost!" A new voice, smooth as and commanding attention honey rang in my ears.

I heard a hiss, and a yowl, then I fainted.

I am Robin Duran and I only fainted once this time...(that's a plus, right?)

I am Robin Duran, and I also hate BloodClan.

AN

I lied guys. Here's the list.

List-

Killing bite (only to throat) (passed on by father)

Stronger and faster than average human (all tribe cats have this)

Sharp teeth and tail (all tribe cats have this)

Agility

Claws (retractable, all tribe cats have this)

Strength (more than average tribe cat, passed on by mother)

Better hearing (all tribe cats have this)

Shape shift into a cat (all tribe cats older than apprentices can do this)

Eh, well I guess that's more than I thought...

*I'm pretty sure that if you have only one eye you don't have a peripheral vision, but I'm too lazy to ask my mom or look it up.

**I don't know if CCP (Central City Park) has alleyways on the way there. I'm not gonna look it up either.

Also, BloodClan is an old clan that lived in the city before one of the ShadowClan leaders asked for help from BloodClan. They went to the forest to try to take over, but the BloodClan leader was killed. Ever since that, BloodClan was dispersed, but in this fanfiction they bend back together.

So, um, thanks for reading this chapter, please follow, favorite, and review. Enjoy the rest of your day, and if you could, please give me some ideas in the comments :)

-Thunder