It's good to know that you all don't despise Evee, I was getting worried for a second that I was writing her wrong. Thanks to the reader that explained his/her review to me, it really cleared things up!

Just for the anon who continues to say how much Evee is annoying or the characters are out of character: I have not read any of the comics. I base the Avengers' personalities off of what I see and how that processes. Clint seems like a sarcastic and cocky sort of person. That's how my brain processed his personality when I saw him in Thor. And how my brain processed Thor's behavior towards caring for Evee so much is that Jane thinks of her as a sister, so it's only natural that Thor would also think so. And for Steve falling in love with her so quickly and for the Avengers trusting her so easily: I wrote that Evee has been working with Coulson for three years. She has been at S.H.I.E.L.D for three years prior to the movie Thor. So it's possible that she was working there when the Avengers were assembled. She could've known Steve from the start. And I never said that Steve was in love with Evee. For all you know, it's just a schoolboy crush. For Natasha being too nice: Natasha barely has any speaking parts in this story. In fact, other than a few mentions, she barely has any role in this story period. Where did you get that she was nice? Furthermore, Evee is not perfect. She has flaws. She's violent, loud-mouthed, rude, and sarcastic, among other things. Also, it is possible for Loki to just "show up" at her house. He was weak from the fall and it was an empty house. I'm sure other people would do the same. You claim I'm copying another story. Please link me to this story so I can see for myself.

On a final note: if you dislike this story so much and have so many problems with it, then why did you bother reading this far and then reviewing twice?

My apologies to everyone that the above rant isn't directed at. I just felt the need to explain in case anyone else feels that way. This note is growing long, so I'll cut it off here.

Darcy jumped as her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket. The amount of people in the debriefing room had slowly dwindled down to just herself, Jane, the Avengers, and the Asgardians. And even then, no one really noticed her pull out her phone.

"Hello?" she asked, frowning at her voice. It sounded hoarse, and tired.

"Darcy?" The voice was muffled, but the dark-haired woman could hear the fear and panic nestled deep within it. She knew that voice.

"Evee!" she exclaimed, leaping up in her seat. Suddenly everyone's attention was on her. "Oh, thank God you're okay…you are okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Darce," Evee replied, her laugh sounding full of relief. "Put Jane on the phone." Darcy held the phone out to her employer and friend, who eagerly snatched it away. Darcy frowned at that, but kept her mouth shut.

"Evee? Oh, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice again!" There was silence as Evee spoke. "You're where? Tony, get me a piece of paper and a pen." He obeyed and she quickly wrote down Evee's location. "Alright, we'll be over there as soon as possible. Bye Ev." She hung up and handed the phone back to a grinning Darcy.

"Okay, Darcy and Jane will come with me to pick up Evee," Coulson said, but was quickly outmatched as the majority of the room argued against that. "Alright, alright, the Avengers can come!" The Asgardians frowned, but understood as they were still dressed in their war attire. Everyone was quickly flying down to the ground and in cars. After a very close call with a big rig, there was a unanimous decision that Thor was not allowed to drive anymore.

The engines of the SUVs roared as the two trucks sped through D.C. and towards the small town outside of Baltimore that Evee was currently residing in. They arrived in under forty minutes, and soon began scouring the town for their technological analyst. Darcy found her residing in a small coffee shop, lazily stirring her tea. There were two parallel cuts on her cheek, along with tear marks in her clothes. Her hair was clean, but tangled like a rat's nest. Still, Darcy had never felt more relieved. A choked sob escaped her and Evee turned, her face lighting up with a grin. She stood from the table and ran into her best friend's arms as Darcy soaked Evee's shirt with tears of joviality.

"I thought you were gone," she whispered, hugging the blonde tight. She led her out to the rest of the group, where she was quickly swept into everyone's arms. Even Coulson gave her an awkward, one-armed hug around the shoulders.

"Are you injured at all?" Fury asked and Evee shook her head.

"No. My ankle hurt for a bit, but it feels fine now." He nodded. "There is something really important that I need to tell all of you." There were nods all around.

"Okay, let's just get you back to the helicarrier." The drive back to D.C. was surprisingly silent. Jane and Darcy could tell that Evee was waiting until they got in the debriefing room before she said a word. But they could also tell she was fixing to explode, she wanted to tell them so badly.

The moment they entered the debriefing room, Evee gave the ones who had stayed behind no time for hugs before she blurted out, "They cloned us!" Silence befell the room as everyone stared at the woman in shock.

"They cloned us?" Steve asked and Evee nodded.

"All of us. Even them, if my assumptions are correct," she added with a nod in the Asgardians' direction. "And…they're attacking tonight."

That created chaos.

The helicarrier was suddenly a frenzy as Fury began barking orders to prepare for battle and evacuate the city as quickly as possible. Evee had dragged Jane away and Darcy was currently preparing her taser when Fandral approached her.

"So we are going into war?" he asked and she stopped what she was doing, looking up at him with a small nod. "And there is a chance we might not make it?" She nodded again. "Right, well in that case." He suddenly grabbed her upper arms and pulled her towards him, crashing his lips against hers. Darcy stood there in shock for a moment before responding with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. They broke apart after a moment, both breathing hard but grinning like madmen.

"Man, I should go to war more often if this is what you're gonna do," she whispered and he laughed, pecking her lips. Steve ran past them and down the hall, decked out in his Captain America armor, and passed the cafeteria, where Evee was handing Jane the dagger.

"Alright, J, there's a dart gun in the hilt that you activate with this button," she gestured to a small button on the bottom of the handle, "I also added other minor modifications that can be discovered with these two buttons. No, don't press them now!" Evee quickly snatched the knife from the scientist. "Jesus Jane, do you want to get us all killed?" The woman shook her head with wide eyes.

Tony smirked and headed out of the cafeteria, rolling his neck before allowing the mask to cover his face. He walked by Clint, who was debating with Natasha on which bow was best to use: long distance or close range. Bruce was pacing along the wall of the weapons room with a nervous look on his face, wringing his hands repeatedly. Sif was helping Peter into his suit, tugging on his mask and sealing it at the back. Logan was sharpening his claws with Hogun watching, quite interested as to how those knives came out of his hands. Volstagg was with Thor, trying to pick up his hammer.

"Evee, come here!" Sif ordered and the blonde approached the warrior warily. "I brought you some armor from Asgard. I wore this when I was younger, so it should fit you. Come, I'll help you put it on." They walked into a separate room and Evee quickly changed into the armor, pulling the heavy gold chest piece on over the leather and chain mail tunic. Sif tied on the leg guards and shoulder protectors as Evee struggled with the arm pieces. She quickly braided her hair down her back and pulled on the offered sandals. She took her staff from Sif's outstretched hand. The armor fit perfectly.

"Thank you Sif. What about Jane and Darcy?"

"I provided them with armor as well." Sif took several steps back and nodded with a satisfied smile. "You look like a true warrior." Evee grinned and clicked a button on her staff, watching as it snapped to its full size. It was well into the night by now, and the city was almost fully evacuated. The president had been flown to a private bunker with the other high-ranked political figures, and the citizens were being moved to nearby cities. Evee was surprised at how smoothly the process was going. Had this been Baltimore or New York, there would be Hell on Earth. She walked with Sif out to the debriefing room, where everyone else was crowded against the walls and in the doorways. Fury was looking around at them, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I wish that I could say our battle strategy is foolproof," he began, leaning forward to place his hands on the table. "I wish I could say that all of us will make it out of this alive. But I can't. I can't say any of those things. Because if I did, then that would make me a liar." A large hand wrapped around Evee's and she looked up at Steve. He wasn't looking at her, but staring straight ahead with a solemn expression on his face. Evee squeezed his hand reassuringly, looking forward when he looked down. "There is a very large chance that we're going to lose people tonight. Good people. So, let's go down there knowing that we can beat these guys and dammit, I don't doubt you will." Darcy smiled, lightly touching the handle of her taser. Jane gripped her knife tightly in her hand, using her other hand to try and break Thor's fingers. Fury looked around at the team. The dysfunctional, amazing team that would most likely be short a couple members by the end of the battle.

"Let's move."

xxxxOxxxx

Nobody said a word as the team descended into D.C. The streets were quiet, save for music playing in abandoned shops or the occasional breeze rustling the trees. Darcy could still hear people running from the city in the distance. It was a sound similar to a stampede. The dark haired woman would've hated to be on the streets while people were evacuating. Everyone was completely silent, even their breathing was quieted as they looked around for any sign of the enemy.

"We were wondering when you would show up." They all looked forward and Darcy gasped audibly, taking a step back. There was Loki, Doom, and Red Skull, but in rows in front of them were exact replicas of the people standing around her. Including her friends from Asgard, as Evee had said. Their expressions were completely emotionless, something Darcy could see even from such a great distance. She glanced up at the rooftop Clint was stationed. Directly opposite was Clint's clone, staring at the trio of enemies. "Honestly, we were growing bored." That was Doom speaking, his voice a little muffled due to the silver mask on his face.

"You can end this now, Doom," Tony called, pressing a button and letting the mask pull back from his face. "There doesn't have to be any violence."

"Oh yes," he replied, and Darcy could hear the grin in his voice, "there does." Suddenly, there was the sound of an arrow flying through the air. An arrow that barely missed CloneDarcy's cheek. The real Darcy flinched involuntarily at this. CloneDarcy looked up at the rooftops and waved her hand lazily. Clint cried out from above, landing with a thud and a gasp behind the team.

"My God," Jane whispered, her brown eyes wide with shock.

"Sir, we await your orders," the clones said in unison, and their monotone voices, different frequencies but with the same level of apathy, gave Darcy the chills. Doom tilted his chin up a little and the clones straightened. Off in the distances, church bells started to chime. On the twelfth chime, a sigh could be heard and Loki smirked.

"Merry Christmas," Evee whispered.

"Attack!"

Well? How was it?