Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers script, but I own Ella.

I made my descent. The jet parted layer of high clouds as it descended through the heavy cover.

That's when I saw it. The portal. The massive hole in the sky aboce New York was impossible to miss.

Loki- harnessing the inter-dimensional power of the Tesseract- had created a portal above Manhattan. The power of Lesengard, used for childish tribulation. It was sickening. The Chitauri tumbled from the portal on their crude flying crafts. Their grotesque features were concealed by gold plated armor. Sickly yellow eyes weren't seen , but felt. Their venomous gazes turned almost gleeful at the sight below. Civilians ran in all directions. Their screams made my ears ring.

I set the jet down in a vacated back ally. Newspapers and clouds of dust were kicked high into the air. I quickly powered down the jet and unlatched the seatbelt. I was thankful for the restriction of the harness. I had pushed the craft to its utmost speed so that I would be able to arrive in time.

I ran to the exit and took one last deep breath of the pure air. Being in war long ago, I knew how much sweet oxygen was valued against the stench of burning flesh. Steeling my nerves, I opened the hatch. Almost immediately, the scent of death permeated my senses. It was heavy on the air. Gauging where I was, I was obviously nowhere near the fight. Pulling my hair into a severe bun on the top of my head, I looked up. My mouth twitched. High above, apartment buildings towered.

I leaped into the air and latched onto the ladder of the fire escape on the building to the left. I flipped my body up to the stairs. I took the grated stairs three at a time. Several stories high, the staircase cut off. Cursing under my breath, I glanced fleetingly at my surroundings.

Window ledge. Three meters. Adjacent building. Ten meters. I swore once more before launching myself up to the window. My muscles burned as I scaled the brick wall of the building until I reached the roof. Once there, I saw that I was far from the battle. Squaring my shoulders, I stepped back on the rooftop, using as much room as possible for the near impossible jump that was about to take place. I closed my eyes and centered myself. Then I was running. I pumped my legs as fast as they could go. My black boots found purchase as they pounded the loose gravel. Small stones flew into the air. The jarring impact of the final step on the ledge of the roof sent shockwaves through my legs.

That was soon forgotten as empty air was the only blanket surrounding me. Streamlining my body, I cut through the air gracefully. Soon enough, I was on the next rooftop, rolling on the cement to ease the impact on my body. Gravel bit into my arms and back at the surface of the skin. Continuing the momentum, I leaped over the tops of the buildings I used the tops as if they were stepping stones of a path to the battlefield.

When I was close enough, I scoped out three Chitauri snipers on one of the roofs. They were animatedly aiming at what seemed to be an important target. I approached silently, my boots not crunching on the gravel, barley skimming the ground. With detached precision, I snapped one of the "alien's" necks. The second let out a roar and launched at me. I whipped my bow off from across my body, taking the creature's head off with the force of my blow. It's black blood splattered on my white shirt, covering it in the arterial spray. The head rolled off the side of the building, falling the many stories to the street below. The remainder of the Chitauri's body slumped to the ground, blood pooling steadily. The tar-like substance coated the loose rocks.

Any human would've been sick at the sight of the calculated killings.

I grabbed the handgun from the holster strapped to my body. As the third alien raced towards me, I released the safety on the gun and pulled the trigger. The Chitauri went flying over the side of the building. Taking a running start, I jumped after it. My body rocketed to the ground as gravity finally catching up with me. Several tendrils of white-blonde hair fell from its bun and whipped around my face. I hit the ground with a heavier impact than I would've liked, rolling across the pavement. Instead of remaining in a crouch low to the ground, I flipped into a standing position. Several feet behind me, the third Chitauri squawked out in pain and began crawling pitifully across the street. Attempting to escape my merciless wrath. I stalked after it. When it saw me, its eyes went wide. I pointed my gun and shot it twice in the head. Black blood slattered on my shirt. As I watched the light die in its eyes, a deafening roar shook the ground.

My head whipped up. A monster was crossing through the portal. My eyes went wide. My heart pounded.

Leviathan. They were gigantic, horrid beasts, enslaved by the Chitauri. They were used during the invasion of land as warships, and weapons of greater destruction. It passed several buildings for the deployment of the ground crew of Chitauri soldiers. Moments later, I watched as the Leviathan glided through the air, passing over a sculpture at the end of the street.

Several individuals ducked reflexively- individuals that shared striking resemblance to part of the Avengers ensemble. Running past flipped cars and explosions, I closed the distance between us. Just as I jumped onto a car, a passing Chitauri warrior shot it, causing it to explode. I went flying across the street, high in the air. I flipped my body to re-align my direction. As my feet came in contact with the pavement, I commenced my sprint, undeterred.

I could make out Thor, Capitan America and Agents Romanoff and Clint.

"I have unfinished business with Loki," Thor stated.

"Yeah? Get in line," Clint barked. He looked down at his bow, tightening the string.

Capitan America raised a gloved hand. "Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he's gonna need us-"

I stopped several feet away. My chest rose and fell lightly, the changes occurring within my body were taking a toll on my physicality.

Clint looked up from his bow. He smirked. His pale eyes flashed as he took me in. "Here already?"

I smiled and slid my weapons back into their holster. "So it would seem."

Agent Romanoff 's eyes looked to her partner. "Ah."

The archer cocked a brow. "What?"

"That's where your shirt went earlier." She smirked knowingly. He glared playfully at her and turned away.

I laughed lightly and approached them. Steve came forward and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me close to him. I giggled when he nuzzled his head in the space between my neck and shoulder. He twirled me around for several moments. When the soldier placed me back on solid ground, he pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek. I beamed up at him.

"I'm glad you're well, Ma'am."

"Thank you, Steve." My gazed flickered to Clint. His jaw was clenched. He looked back down at his bow immediately, his strong brow creasing. "So am I."

Thor's face morphed from worry to utmost joy. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into an unbelievably tight hug. He spun me around several times, my feet flying off the ground. I groaned in protest. Finally letting me down, he pulled away enough to reveal his grin. "The sun shines again at the sight of your beauty, Princess. Welcome to the war."

"Thanks guys. Wow. That was a lot of hugging..." I rubbed my ribs as subtly as I could.

I reached a hand out to Agent Romanoff and smiled softly.

She took it. "Good to see you up on your feet."

"Thank you, Agent Romanoff." I took my hand from hers and adjusted the straps of my holster.

"Natasha, please." She paused. "I heard what you did for Clint. I owe you."

I waved off the praise. "Any of you would've done the same thing."

"Maybe," the redhead nodded. "But I want to thank you, none the less. It might not happen again, so accept it." A small smile tugged at her lips. She was joking.

"Uh... You're welcome, then."

She motioned to the archer with her head. "Go talk to him," she whispered. She walked away, checking the magazine of her handgun.

Sighing, I walked over to the flawless man. His arms were bare in the black outfit he wore. I inhaled deeply, just watching as he deftly counted his remaining arrows.

"Hello," I breathed, sitting down on a large piece of concrete rubble.

"Hey." He smiled crookedly at me.

I unhooked the extra quiver from my shoulder and passed it to the man. He looked up into my eyes. Our pale gazes locked. Finally he smiled crookedly and took the quiver of arrows. Our hands brushed. A strong electric shock went through me at the touch. The agent pulled away instantly. The quiver dropped to the ground.

"Sorry..." I breathed, reaching to pick it up. A large shot out and wrapped around my wrist. The same bolt of energy passed through me. I shivered. The man's callused fingers stroked across my scars. They were white against my pale skin. He looked down at them.

"Where did you get-"

I slipped away from him, breaking the connection between us. I exhaled shakily and snatched up the quiver. I passed it to him quickly, avoiding his eyes.

I heard an old motor putter down the street towards us. I turned away from the archer and glanced back.

I fought to keep a smile off my face.

Riding up on a small motorcycle was Doctor Bruce Banner. He looked different than the last time we'd talked. I supposed that happened if you turn into a massive green animal on a whim. The man's dark hair was ruffled and covered in no small amount of dust. The grey button down shirt he wore was large on his frame, as was the pair of brown slacks he had belted around his hips. His face was tired. The lines of his features were more pronounced. The stubble across his chin, jaw, and upper lip was dark.

He lied to you, Ella, My subconscious pointed out, glaring at the doctor over the top of her glasses.

Not exactly. If you don't give out the information that you're a green rage monster to begin with, that's not lying. More like... editing.

My subconscious pursed her lips. Either way, he didn't trust you enough to tell his secrets.

I kept secrets from him!

She went quiet.

Bruce shut off the rusted beast of a motorcycle and stepped off. He propped the machine against a fallen car, knowing the rusted kickstand wouldn't be able to withstand the weight. The group advanced forward to greet him. I leaned up against an abandoned taxi, standing my ground. I crossed my arms across my chest, enjoying the cool bite of steel my knives granted against the heat. It was a small comfort.

"So... this all seems," he shrugged, spreading his arms wide. "Horrible," he finished lamely.

I snorted in response. His soft eyes sifted through the group before finding me, still several feet away. His gaze was soft and apologetic. I looked away, checking my guns once more. I heard him sigh.

"I've seen worse." Romanoff stated blandly.

"Sorry."

"No... we could use a little worse."

He nodded almost imperceptibly, looking the redhead up and down.

Steve spoke into an earpiece. Moments later, a small red and gold aircraft that looked like Iron Man rounded the corner. Following close behind, was the metal creature. It's enormous body clipped the side of a building, shattering glass, causing it to rain to the ground below.

"Leviathan," I hissed.

Clint whirled around. "You know what it is?"

I nodded, jaw clenched. In the military of Lesengard, I helped imprison many of the monsters.

But you're not what you used to be- I stuffed my subconscious back into the recesses of my mind.

"I require energy of the Tesseract." My lilting voice caused heads to snap towards me.

Bruce's brow furrowed. "I'm doing this Ella. I can't let you get hurt."

"Like you care," I hissed petulantly under my breath. "Your big secret tried to murder me earlier."

The doctor shuffled back as if I'd slapped him. "I... I'm sorry."

I bit my lip as guilt flooded me. "I shouldn't have said that-"

"No. I deserve it. Did he scare you?"

"Not really." I shrugged. "I was more shocked than anything."

He looked surprised at my words. "Really?"

I smiled softly. "Really."

He grinned bashfully. "Let's hug it out after, alright?"

"Sure."

"Now might be a really good time for you to get angry," Capitan America stated.

Bruce's lips twitched with mirth. "That's my secret, Capitan. I'm always angry."

The change was instantaneous. Bruce grew. Green tinged his skin. Muscles rippled under his flesh. It was almost like an explosion radiated from inside him. His alter ego was massive.

He turned and slammed a single fist into the Leviathan's face. The sheer force of it made the cement buckle and ripple as if it was made of water. The monster let out an unhealthy roar before it nosedived into the ground. It skidded over the pavement. Rubble flew all around. Tony flew high above and blasted the flesh where its armor broke off.

Steve protected Natasha with his shield. I found myself entranced by the incredible sight. I was in a daze. The next thing I knew, strong arms were around my waist and pulling me to safety. Breaths were slow to come from my lungs. Hands were shaking me. My head slowly turned. Rough fingers wrapped around my biceps. I looked up. Clint's lips were moving. His beautiful face was straining to stay emotionless.

"Ella!"

I inhaled sharply. The world around me finally sped up.

The Leviathan had fallen from the bridge. Exploding buildings were the backdrop of the mortal's city. Chitauri battle cries echoed through the air. It was eerie in its lack of uniformity. My skin crawled

"Ella?!"

I extricated myself from his hands. His pale eyes followed me as I staggered back to the others. Their backs were pressed against each others. I joined them, slipping my guns into my hands. We turned together as one, attempting to imagine which direction we should tackle first.

Then there was a deafening roar. Multiple Leviathans flew through the portal.

"Guys..?" Agent Romanoff's voice held the apprehension we were all feeling inside. If it took that much effort to bring one down, how would we be able to take down hundreds?

"Call it, Capitan." Stark's voice spoke through his robotic suit of armor.

"Alright. Now, until we can close that portal our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Ella, go with him. I want you take out everything and anything you can. Stark, you've got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it around or you turn it to ash," Capitan America ordered.

"Can you give us a lift?" Clint asked Stark.

"Right. Better clench up, Legolas. Let's go, Kid."

I snorted and failed to cover it with a cough. Barton whipped his head, glaring crossly at me before Stark rocketed us to the top of one of the buildings. He let us down and saluted with two fingers.

"Good luck, lovebirds," His mechanical voice drawled before he flew off into the fight.

Almost immediately, I took the bow off my body and took up a sniper position behind a low spire.

"Do you even know how to use that?"

"Shut up and stick to your post, Barton," I spat, rolling my eyes.

I tried to ignore Agent Barton's presence as he moved to the other side of the rooftop.

"- and Hulk? Smash." The last statement from Steve reached my sensitive ears. The Hulk grinned dangerously before launching himself up the side of the building, starting his rampage on the Chitauri forces. I couldn't help but smile at the creature's childlike mind.

Soon after, Chitauri started to pass the roof. I whipped arrows rapidly from the quiver, shooting them so they blurred through the air. I kept the bowstring tight against the side of my face, the shaft of the arrow brushing my cheek. Each enemy shot received an arrow between the eyes. I sometimes shot two arrows at once, taking out multiple targets as they flew past.

"Stark, you've got a lot of strays stuck on your tail." I heard Clint say from the opposite corner. He paused, listening to the man speak on the other side of the earpiece before answering. "Well, they can't bank worth a damn. Find a tight corner." Without looking, the agent shot a passing Chitauri, it's aircraft blowing up.

The archer was good. Very good.

I watched the muscles in his arms strain under the strength of the bowstring. The muscles flexed as he pulled back, aimed, and released the arrows. Through his black uniform, I could see his chest rise and fall distinctly so that he could aim more effectively.

"You gonna watch me all day?" He asked. His tone was completely nonchalant.

I blushed and raised my bow. I notched another arrow. The bowstring grazed the side of my face as I pulled it back. I let the arrow fly. It took out a Chitauri that was sneaking up behind the handsome man across the rooftop.

He spun around, pointing his weapon at me. He looked down at the alien which was writhing around in pain. "Ah."

"You're welcome!" I yelled at him. He smirked but didn't respond. He went back to work.

This is the most comfortable I've ever seen him.

"Nat! What are you doing?!" Seconds Later, he programmed one of his arrows and shot it at Loki- who was a fair distance away. I watched as the god of mischief caught it in his hand, inches from his face. He looked back at us humorously. Then the arrow exploded. Loki and his craft fell through the air.

When I had three arrows left, I turned towards my knives. Throwing them with lighting speed and accuracy, the Chitauri didn't stand a chance. I took several down with one dagger, their aircrafts exploding when they came into contact with one another. I looked over at Clint. His quiver was out of arrows and he was taking on the enemy with only his bow as a weapon.

"Clint!"

"I'm kind of busy here!" He yelled back at me, teeth clenched. I whipped out my gun and shot all the Chitauri surrounding him. His eyes went wide when I threw him the last three of my arrows. He flashed a charming grin at me and slipped two into his quiver- using one to take down an oncoming enemy.

"Thanks beautiful!"

I couldn't help the red flush that filled my cheeks.

When the last Chitauri were dispatched, we looked at each other. His blue eyes were alight with the flame of battle. Heat spread through my body. He broke the stare, gazing at something that was coming from behind me. I tried to turn around, but he rushed forward and linked his fingers with mine. The heat of his large hand engulfed mine and spread flames through my body. The same electric shock from earlier flowed through me. It was like being touched by a live wire.

"Do you trust me?" He murmured sensually. His voice was gravelly, coming from the vey back of his throat.

My brows knitted together. "I don't know. I've known you for less than two weeks over the past four years-" My words were cut off as he tugged me easily against his chest, pulling us closer to the edge of the building. Clint reached back for another arrow, but he'd used the last one moments before. He grasped at air. I rolled my eyes. "I bring you and extra quiver. I give you the last of my arrows. You still manage to run out. Is this a man thing... or just a Clint thing."

He glared at me before reaching down to pull an arrow out of a carcass of one of the Chitauri. "It's a Hawkeye thing." He muttered, smirking. "Now hang on to me." He pressed a hand against the small of my back. I was suddenly right against him, pulled against hard line of his body. Soft curves met toned muscle. I gasped. A warmth pulsed in my lower belly. He looked down into my eyes. I watched his pupils dilated. He seemed to change his mind at the last minute and hoisted me over his shoulder with ease. He started running full tilt at the edge of the roof. For a millisecond, I questioned his sanity. That was until I heard the sound of the roof exploding behind us.

Then we were falling through the air. "Hawkeye" twisted us midair, programmed the final arrow, and shot it at the building faster than I could blink. Metal prongs latched into the brick wall. Clint's muscles strained. He grunted loudly. Then there was glass everywhere. He took the most impact of the window, but I took the brunt of the fall. I cried out as Clint fell on top of me, his body heavier than I remembered. We rolled several feet. I skidded to a stop, my face pressed against the carpet floor. I could hear Hawkeye groaning, so I wasn't too worried about him not breathing. I found it difficult for air to enter and vacate my lungs. I winced.

Minor contusions. Bruised rib.

Everything was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Clint's face appeared above me. His perfect face was filled with concern and worry at the sounds I was making. "Ella? Ella, you okay?" His hands were planted on the ground on both side of my head.

"I'm fine," I groaned, rolling over.

"You don't look fine."

"Then why did you ask?"

"You're obviously in pain."

I chuckled but ended up moaning in pain. "Observant and handsome. What a lovely combination."

Clint sighed and flopped onto his back beside me, giving up. After a couple of minutes of pained wheezing he broke the silence. "We should find the others."

I raised an eyebrow lazily. Even though I knew he wouldn't see it, it made me feel better. "Can we just lay here for a bit? Maybe take a nap?" I asked pitifully. Coughing, I turned my head to the side. Blood splattered on the carpet, seeping in and spreading across the fibers.

Clint slowly stood, using a nearby desk to haul himself up. He slipped his bow across his body deftly then he turned to me, offering his hand. "Alright, time to go. I'm not leaving you here."

"The last time I accepted that hand, you jumped us off a roof." I pointed out.

"- You jumped us off a roof...," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. He lifted me carefully into his arms. My side complained, but the adrenaline coursing through my body drowned out the pain. Clint gazed down at me before walking us over to the elevator. He pressed the call button.

"I can walk, you know."

He smirked. "I know."

"Then let me down."

"I rather enjoy holding you," he hummed boldly.

I flushed but didn't reply.

We waited in silence for the elevator to arrive. When it came, Barton walked us in and pressed the ground floor button and tapped the button to close the doors multiple times. I grasped his impatient hand, pulling it away from the buttons. Slowly, he linked our fingers together. His blue eyes smouldered my bright grey. I bit my lip, desperately willing the frantic pounding of my heart to slow.

There we go! Avengers timeline pretty much done!

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