Author's Note: I know that I have a lot of other stories to work on, at least for my standard, but this idea kept banging on my head and I just have to use it! What do you think, please tell me. There is not much Avengers in the first chapter, and this one may be short, but the next chapters will be longer. Anyways, this takes place in a timeline where infinity war doesn't happen because Loki never picked up the Tesseract.A few years have passed since homecoming and all the avengers are back to normal. Now on to the story...

Brooklyn, New York:

An unlit alley, carefully boarded up. Next to it was a small cafe. Many people passed by it, a girl in a hoodie is just sitting there, beside the door, reading a book. A man walked in to the place and shooed her exited from a back door that concealed a tunnel. At the end of it, an old warehouse . A few crates of weapons were eagerly locked up and a man is there carefully checking each gun before putting it in the crates. "Any sign of the Dark Fox?" the first person said warily, the other man inside shook his head, "Nope. It usually strikes a few weeks in, we must be really well hidden."

The man sighed in relief, "Good." He looked around furtively, still uncomfortable, "Are all the guards on patrol?"

The man nodded, "Nothing's getting in." Just then the lights cut.

"You were saying?" The first man groaned.

"Get the guns, we've got heat vision built into the glasses!" the other yelled, panicked. The two scrambled for the guns, knocking several other items off the table.

"Hey, boys, were you expecting me?" The cold voice cut through the chaos. One of the men screamed and shot at the source of the sound. A chilling whisper beside him said, "You shouldn't have done that." The man started shooting crazily at every sound that was made, trying desperately to get the Dark Fox. Suddenly, he seized up as he felt a small jab on his neck, like an injection, as a dart hit his neck. The other one looked around, completely terrified and he caught a silhouette of a vaguely humanoid shape except for the swinging, lashing tail. That was the last thing he saw before the Dark Fox shot a dart at his elbow. A figure dropped down, her face hidden under the cloak she was wearing. She tied up the two thugs and put them in the middle of the room, surrounded by the stolen weaponry that they sold. She then walked outside and took off her cape and glasses, instead slipping into her hoodie and shoving the suit in her bag left on the roof. She walked out on tho the streets and yelled out, "Help! There are gunshots coming from the warehouse! Somebody help!" she continued this until a person came to take a look. There was a yell, more people came, the police taped off the area. When asked who raised the alarm, nobody knew.

She ran off from the alley, carefully climbing up buildings using the irregularly placed signs and windows as handholds. She knocked on one particular window to open it. It slid open into a lab, a musty, darkened room completely filled with screens and a half-built combat suit. A man with black hair and green eyes was welding something together. He's obviously tired, being surrounded by empty or half-empty coffee cups.

"Hi Derek. Did you manage to get it working?" She asked amiably

The guy looked up and smiled tiredly "Oh, hey, Vee. No, it's still taking some time. Did you bring back the prototype I gave you?"

Valerie nodded, "This warping technology is a lifesaver, you should show it off more," she said as she placed the pair of gloves and special wire framework attached to the sunglasses she had worn during the raid.

Derek nodded, "Sure, I need to add some more advancements, though, it's not very useful just yet. Too many limitations"

Valerie rolled her eyes, "You're kidding, right? I was able to dodge bullets effortlessly with this! The guy shooting should be more careful, though, he nearly shot the person he had teamed up with."
Derek raised his eyebrows, "How did that happen? I thought you were devoted to not hurting people."

Valerie nodded "He was about to, but I tranquilized him before he actually did it."

Derek raised his eyebrow, "Really?"

Valerie nodded, before taking out the two guns she had, "Yeah, thanks for the darts, by the way. They are easily the best thing you've given me."

Derek grinned, "No problem. You have to give them back every day though, you can't be carrying an unlicensed tranquilizer gun. Besides, I'm thinking of getting you an upgrade."

Valerie's eyes glittered, "Really? What do you have in mind?"

Derek smirked, "I'm still working on it. You'll see it when I finish. In the meantime, go to sleep, Vee, I've gotta file a report tomorrow and I still have a ton of work left."

Valerie shrugged before going out into the rest of the apartment. Aside from the workshop, there were two bedrooms and a kitchen, all very badly kept. She went into her room. It was incredibly messy, decorated with bullseye targets and stacks of cans. It was kinda like a carnival, decorated with brightly coloured posters and games. A massive Jenga game was set up in the middle of the room, each decorated uniquely. A hammock was tied up in the corner, angled to look at the TV, which had been completely surrounded by horror games. She opened her wardrobe and pulled her Dark Fox costume onto the mannequin inside. It consisted of a black and red cloak that reached her feet, dark ripped jeans and a red jacket covering a black shirt. Black glasses covered most of her face, simultaneously hiding her identity and serving as a controller for the warp tech her brother had created. She brushed her hair as she looked out towards the NYC skyline, it really was amazing. She sighed as she flipped open her tablet, working on her weekly assignment for school. When she finally fell asleep, it was well past midnight, probably three o'clock