Shopping bags in hand, Allison's head tilts upward so her face catches the sun's warming rays. Walking from store to store and spending cash on clothing is actually quite therapeutic, and she can't help but sigh in relief at her latest life's decision.

She loves Scott. She loves Stiles. She even loves their awkward soulmates Kira and Malia, and even Derek Hale. But Beacon Hills- Allison no longer loves the town that's become a Hellmouth of sorts. Once upon a time she did, but after so much death and so many close calls, Allison knew she needed to get away before the town killed her.

After convincing Chris- her father- to leave the town either with her or sometime soon, Allison then packed up her bags and gave her goodbye's to the McCall Pack. However, though she was moving states away, she still told Scott and the others to call her but only if they were in dire need of a Hunter's perspective. And since there were now new beings/aliens coming out of the woodwork and into the public eye, Allison kept herself in shape and kept her weapons skills sharp in case the need arose that she needed to defend herself.

"What do you say to one more store before stopping for lunch?"

Allison's lips twitch before forming a slow smile, she lolling her head to her left to meet Lydia's gaze. "M'kay. I'm feeling steak and fries."

"Sounds good," the banshee shrugs. "As long as we can get a to-go plate for Jordan to take back to the Hotel, I'm fine. We can drop off our bags and take a breather before hitting up the streets again."

Allison's smile turns into a small grin, she chuckling before looking to where she's walking. "I still can't believe you convinced Parrish to come out here. How did he feel leaving Beacon Hills?"

It takes a moment but Lydia eventually answers when the crowd surrounding them thins out. "He's coping. He still feels the urge to head back asap but he's learning to push it down. Being a Hellhound isn't exactly easy."

"I'll bet." Allison's grin twitches down into a frown. "I bet it takes a toll on him to do what he does."

"I scream for the dead, he covers said death up," the banshee confesses. "It's weird but we work well together."

And well, there's no hiding Allison's grin coming back. "Mhm. And I'm sure that you two being blanks has nothing to do with the fact that you two work so well together."

That startles a laugh out of Lydia and an all-too-smug smile. "We might not be Fated to one another but.. there has to be a reason we work so well-" her voice abruptly cuts off, her smile fading and head turning in the opposite direction of Allison as she listens to something only she can hear.

"Lydia?"

There's a moment when only the sounds of the city is all Allison hears and then the banshee murmurs, "We- we need to move."

"Lydia," Allison frowns, cold dread crawling up her spine. "-what's going on? What do you hear?"

"It feels.. it feels like a graveyard. There's so much pain.. and fear. We need to leave, Allison. We need to go. Now!"

"Lydia," Allison catches the banshee by the wrist before she can rush away. "-calm down. We're in New York, remember?" She says softly. "Are you sure you're not feeling echoes from the invasion years ago?"

The redhead sniffles, her gaze catching her friend's. "No. It's not. They're louder; more clear-"

Screams pierce the air then, both Allison and Lydia whirling around towards the direction they're coming from, and Lydia wails. Allison's heart practically jumps into her throat and she doesn't pull on Lydia's wrist until the wailing stops. Then when Lydia looks terrified and downright helpless, the people around them start running as if they're lives depend on it.

Both girls gulp and jerk hard at the first explosion, flying hovercrafts and honest to God aliens then making an appearance and wreaking havoc.

"Lydia, run!"

"Where?!"

"The parking garage!"

Despite it being a life or death situation, both Lydia and Allison grip tighter to their purchases and run. They blend in with the others fleeing for their lives, both dodging and screaming at the close calls. Laser blasts zoom past them, and pieces of broken building fall all around and sometimes on them. But still, the girls move as fast as their heels and boots will carry them.

Parrish's SUV that the girls borrowed for the day is on the first level of the garage and when they finally make it to their somewhat safe haven, Lydia pops open the back of the vehicle, and she and Allison toss their bags in.

"Of all the times to leave my bow at home," Allison grumbles. She pushes aside their bags of clothing as Lydia frantically texts on her phone, and pops open a secret compartment in the flooring. "Luckily Jordan let me put this in here, huh?"

Lydia pauses in her flurry of texts to see her friend popping open a case, the Huntress then assembling a long distance power rifle. "What are you gonna do? Hunt the aliens?!"

"Someone has to. You wailed, Lydia. Do you know how many deaths there are going to be if we don't slow these things down?"

"But this is Avenger territory! This is their backyard."

"And you saw just how many aliens were flying and jumping from their little UFO's." Allison continues snapping pieces of her rifle in place, she finally putting it together and staring her friend in the eye. "If I can help, I will."

"What- urgh," Lydia then groans. She looks on in disbelief at her friend before typing on her phone once more. "Fine! Fine, we'll help as much as we can. If you're going to use that," she points to the rifle. "-then we need a rooftop. Hop in the truck, I'll drive us to the top."

"Thanks, Lyds, you're the best."

"I know I am."

Both girls hop in the SUV, their worry mounting with every explosion making a boom in the distance.

xXx

"Aliens," Natasha huffs, firing round after round at a group of incoming gray beings with vibrant red veins. "Why is it they always come with the plan to conquer Earth?"

"So unoriginal," Hawkeye chuckles in her ear via comm.

"Guys, less talking and more killing. These things just blew a chunk out of the hospital."

"Sorry, Captain."

Natasha snorts and continues firing at any and all alien life form.

And then four bullet cartridges later, Natasha finally run out. She then depends on the wattage of her Widow's Bites to shock the aliens long enough for her to get several powerful punches and kicks in to knock them out. Only when she switches to hand-to-hand combat, several aliens swarm her and end up knocking her to her knees.

Sweaty, bloody, and panting, Natasha feels something blunt touch the top of her head. She's never been one to give up but there are just too many aliens around her. She knows it's one of the alien's weapons ready to be fired at her head but rather going out with her head bowed, she convinces herself to go out staring death in the face.

Natasha jerks her head to the right just as the alien fires, she sweeping one leg out and knocking as many of them back away from her. She releases the shock batons from her thigh holsters to do some damage but again, she comes to a halt when she's staring down the barrel of alien weaponry.

Her shoulders minutely slump in defeat as the alien clicks it's tongue at her- probably speaking in it's own language- and Natasha meets it's gaze head on only to see the alien get it's brains blown out from a bullet to it's temple.

Her breath whooshes out of her in relief, adrenaline filling her once more to keep fighting. "Thanks for that, Barnes. That was a close one."

"Uh, what?"

"Nothing. Just keeping sniping these assholes."

There's a pregnant pause before Barnes' voice crackles over the comm once more. "I'm back to back with the Captain, Romanov. I'm not on the rooftops."

"Shit." Natasha freezes then, her head turning in the direction to where the bullet supposedly came from. She doesn't see anything at first but then she sees the thin barrel of a rifle being readjusted as the shooter picks off alien after alien. "Heads up, guys. We've got a shooter."

"Friendly?" Captain America questions.

"So far."

"I'm on it," Iron Man then says. "I'll check out our new friend."

xXx

Lydia is squatting behind the small cement wall, fingers plugged into her ears as she scowls at her best friend gleefully sniping alien after alien. "You're enjoying this way too much!"

Allison's lips form a grin but she doesn't take her gaze off the street below her and the aliens leaping from place to place.

"Wow. You're totally not the sniper I thought you were." Allison whirls around at the sound of an almost mechanical voice, eyes flying wide open at the sight of Iron Man. And Lydia- Lydia remains crouched as she glowers at the superhero. "I thought the sniper was a guy," he then says with a shrug.

"Sexist much," Lydia snorts.

Iron Man's face plate slides up and Tony Stark's grinning down at her. "Not usually. Your friend just surprised me."

"Well ta-da," Lydia mutters and Allison snorts. "Who you thought was a he is actually a she. Now will you please go back and continue saving the city? I really wanna get back to my Hotel and Alli isn't going anywhere until you guys have a better handle on the situation."

"Uh huh. And how do I know that Alli," Stark pointedly looks at her. "-won't put a bullet through my team when we least expect it."

"Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes," Allison then says.

"What? What was that?"

"She said," The Black Widow's voice crackles over comms. "We protect those who can't protect themselves."

"Huh."

Allison peers over hr shoulder with a grin. "Your friends and I are a lot a like, Mr. Stark. Now go, I'll keep cover from up here."

"I think I like you, kid. You're good with weird. How are you this okay with weird?"

Allison's attention returns to that of the aliens on the street, she shooting twice back to back before reloading. "The world's a strange place, Mr. Stark," she informs him. "My friend and I have dealt with and still deal with our fair share of weird."

"But that's a story for another time." Lydia yelps as the garage they're standing atop of is hit by several blasts, she then glaring at Iron Man. "Go! Go avenge this god forsaken city."

Tony smirks and mockingly salutes the cowering girl, he letting his face plate slide down before lifting off into the air and shooting several flying hovercrafts out of the air that were too close to the girls' location.

"I swear to God, Allison," Lydia yells over the chaotic screams from below. "I'm never visiting you here again in the city!"

xXx

When the fight is finally over and Allison's packing away her rifle, Iron Man reappears looking a little worn and suit dinged up. He trades words with the girls once more, inviting the both of them for a celebratory lunch at Big Lou's to which the girl's accept with a careless shrug.

And when they get to Big Lou's, Hawkeye- call me Clint!- is quick in pulling them aside to get a brief run down of where Allison learned to shoot. And after giving the most safest of options- I learned from my Dad and I'm actually better with a bow- Clint declares Allison his newest BFF as well as Lydia with her sassy snarking, and introduces them to the rest of team.

Bruce and Thor are humble and polite in greeting them, and Natasha is grateful for the bullet that saved her life.

Steve is tired but grateful for the help she offered and Bucky- Bucky just wants food.

"And this- this is the Winter Soldier," Clint introduces, startling Bucky from his hungry thoughts.

The Soldier in question kicks out with his right leg with a disgruntled huff, catching Clint in the shin. Clint swears but muffles it when Natasha glares at him, and the Soldier meets Allison's gaze with a nod. "Names's James but you can call me Bucky."

Allison's eye twitches at his words though she manages to keep her smile firmly in place. Lydia, however, she gasps and lets her gaze dart between the two of them. And with a fond huff of laughter towards her friend, Allison then lets her gaze meet Bucky's. "You know, when I heard James Barnes was alive and kicking, I wondered if it was you."

"Well, here he is," Captain America- Steve- claps his friend on the back. "Alive and in the flesh.. and metal."

Bucky snorts at the obliviousness of his friend, he then leaning back in his chair with ease as his gaze sweeps up and down the girl with excellent aim. He hadn't been born with a soulmark but after he escaped the clutches of Hydra and put himself back together, he found he now had a set of words on the back of his right calf. So with a slow forming smirk, he finally meets Allison's knowing gaze once more. "I've been waiting for you for a while, doll."

"Yeah, well, not as long as me."

xXx

After buying out the restaurant for the rest of the day, Tony's following a waiter back to the table where his team and guests reside, and comes to an abrupt stop at the sight before him. "Does anyone wanna tell me why the jailbait is snuggling Capsicle 2.0? What'd I miss?"

"Screw you, Stark! I'm twenty three."

Steve and Natasha grin over at Tony who's now gaping, and Bucky chuckles while Allison presses herself back into his side. "Oh yeah, you'll fit in just fine, sweetheart."

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