Title: What You Left Behind.
Pairing: Loki/OFC (Name Evelina, created by me.)
Summary: What if Clint "Hawkeye" Barton wasn't the only sharpshooter taken over by Loki's power that day? What if she was still suffering from the affect this God had on her a year later? This is my story, the story of Evelina, and how I deal with the trials of my crazy life, and the return of Asgards resident Trickster.
Rating: K+ (But this will change as the story goes on)
A/N: This is my first story, as you can tell. I hope you like it, it came from a 'dream' I had and I just developed it. This is Chapter One, where the real story starts. This is an edit of the previously uploaded chapter. All chapters so far have been updated and I will upload them as they are finished.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Marvel or the Avengers. But I do own any original characters, such as the main one, and the story line.
Chapter One.
I sat up on my bed, gasping lungful's of air, trying to clear them of the smoke that had been choking me. Looking around as I took these deep breaths, I tried to spot the haunting figure of my nightmares. I wanted to forget that he had ever existed, but it seemed that I was doomed to forever remember him, and the way he once made me feel.
I wiped a hand across my sweaty brow, trying to sooth the racing thoughts of my overactive imagination. I had to put this man out of my mind and concentrate on what was important. Getting to work and living my life. He was nothing to worry about, just someone that passed through my life. 'And the one man you could only be happy with' my mind told me, but that was never true, wasn't it?
Getting up from my bed I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the new day, and I could tell, it was going to be one of those days. I looked into the mirror that sat above my sink, but I didn't see myself, just the haunted figure of a young, scared girl, too skinny to be healthy and to petrified of her surroundings to be normal. I did not look like the strong women I once was. But now days this was me every day, no one would ever know the difference.
After having my usual morning shower to clear my racing thoughts, I dried off my long brown hair and tied it up into a pony tail, the only way I could keep it out of my face, and then applied a thin layer of make-up to hide the redness of my eyes and the paleness of my skin. I then pulled in the uniform I have to wear every day; White tank-top, black leather pants, a black leather waistcoat, with the S.H.I.E.L.D emblem sat proudly over my right breast, and knee high lace up boots. I pulled on my belt and clipped in my gun and other essentials needed with this job; access pass, pepper spray and extra arrow heads.
Looking at the time, I noticed that it was nearly 9 o'clock, oh yes no matter how unconventional this job can be, it involved normal working hours, so I quickly ran downstairs, grabbed a cereal bar from my stash in the cupboard and walked to my front door. Before leaving I picked up my quiver of arrows and bow, carefully laying my pride and joy over my back, and left the house.
The journey to work was the usual affair, people staring at me because of wither what I was wearing, or the weapons I was packing. But I had got so used to it, especially after the incident of last year, that it passed through my head like air does.
I finally reached the place of business, what was once Stark Tower, had now become the head operations base for S.H.I.E.L.D, where workers and hero's alike assembled to protect earth, and especially the city of New York that rested 80 floors beneath our feet.
After the destruction that had been caused by the 'invaders' the city was rebuilt and brought back to some form of normal life, but that didn't mean that threats where still out there, and that's when the Avengers came into play, a bunch of unlikely heroes, banded together to protect the people of earth, either on their own or as a team. Like a phoenix we rose, stronger than ever and ready to fight.
I felt proud to say I was part of this.
Now, this is where the story really starts, and I'm not going to dwell on the past, you should know about that. This tale I am going to string for you will be that tale of what happens from this day forward. So please, buckle yourself down, keep hands inside the cart at all times, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
And I hope you're ready for a rollercoaster of a ride.
A/N: I hope you liked this, as my first form of any Fanfiction, I would really appreciate reviews, whether bad or good, all criticism is welcome, as I can develop and change as a writer. This is being done around school work and other stuff so it may take a while to update, but I always try and set a time limit in which to update under. If I go over this time limit I have a very good reason.
I hope you like the new chapter.
Once again thank you for reading this, I hope you stick with it and review as well please.
Love – YourJustAsInsaneAsIAm.