(Jane)

I jolted awake fighting the tiredness and nausea the overcame m and looked around only to realize that I was in a small cylinder see through cell with all the Avengers and Fury looking at me. I took stock of what was in the cell. I was relived to find my bag placed in the middle of it. "So this is my cell?" I asked sarcastically looking at it for any flaws and a way to get out only to find none. "Roomy" I commented "Until you except joining the Avengers, Yes." It was Stark who spoke. "So...where am I?" "You're currently in the Helipad, in a cell specially designed for the super powered." I walked to where I would be facing them. "So we're in the air?" I said knocking on the glass. "Yes and I wouldn't do that if I were you. One crack in the glass and the floor will open up, dropping you to your messy demise." it was Fury this time as calm as ever. "Are we over New York?" I asked trying to put on my best normal teenage girl face.

"Yes why do you ask?" It was the Captain who asked this time. "You know I don't like being forced to do things, particularly by people I once respected." I said rather sadly. I already had an escape plan but I wanted to make my point. "Oh well maybe we'll meet again" I said talking to Fury happily as I pulled my bag that clipped to my belt. Then I pulled off my shirt and stuffed it in the bag securing it. Now I was only wearing my open backed tank-top. "What are you.." Captain America asked questioningly with a faint blush on his face. Pulling out a hair pin I levitated it, so that it was eye-level with the Avengers. "She isn't..." Bruce trailed off in disbelief, thinking I was going to kill myself. Suddenly I let my wings that were encased in my back unfold. I saluted mockingly and flipped the bird at Fury. He looked slightly surprised for once and I shot the pin through the glass so that it stopped half way, right in front of wear Fury's other eye had been. Then fell into the sky thousands of feet above New York hearing the shocked gasps my ex-captors. Hello, my name is Jane Carter and I am just an average New York mutant only...I can fly.

As I flew to a place I knew I would be safe, passed events in my life flashed before my eyes. My dad was a ex marine and my mom was a mutant just like me. She could fly just as I could and one of my first memories of her was her teaching me how to unfurl my snowy white wings then placing them back in the small hidden compartments in my back. Strange, yes but the wings didn't hurt and when they were hidden the only signs they existed what the to silver lines that looked like scares on the center of my back. My dad excepted both of us when many would run away in fear, and when I wasn't flying with her, I was learning how to defend myself with him. Some of you are probably wondering what type of father would teach their 5 year old hand to hand combat? A really awesome one and today I'm thankful. When I was 10 my second powers developed, my telepathy. Most mutants didn't have more than one ability and it was very rare. I learned from my parents how to control it and although I'm not perfect with large things, I wouldn't hurt anyone accidentally and I'm getting better every day. Only a year later did they both die in an apartment fire caused by a little mutant girl with the ability to control fire. I was one of the few to help hide her from the Task Force, who for all the necessary thing they did to protect the city don't know the difference between a citizen needing help and a terrorist hellbent of destroying the city. The girl is now living a peaceful life with her parents outside the country. That was when I moved to New York with a cousin who was only a little older than I am now. The second I was old enough to live by myself, he kicked me out without even a goodbye. I was doing pretty well until yesterday.

Stupid Superheros. Flying was one of the only ways I could escape the harshness of life and as I looked at the glowing lights of the city it made me even more exhilarated. As the buildings got shorter and the streets filthier, as I headed downtown, I was somehow at peace. Finally I landed in an empty lot and walked into the abandoned warehouse. It was a safe haven that few actually knew about. It was for people like me, mutants running from the T.F after unintentionally breaking the law or getting discovered. For the less strong powered they were let go after their names were entered into the data base because of the pro-mutant laws that Charles Xavier helped pass, but the ones that could be a serious risk to humanity? Well we were either caught and relocated to Haven, a country in England that only contained other mutants, or drained of their powers and locked up for life. Both situations were sad and usually against their will. People like myself helped set up shelters like this where you could get a fake passport, a disguise, or a whole new identity, to hide in New York.

I walked into the warehouse guessing at who I would meet. I came face to face with Jack. Jack is the only volunteer who lives in the warehouse. He dislikes the outside world because of his appearance that would most easily be compared to that of a demon and I'm not trying to be mean, he had red skin, and small horns that gutted out of his forehead, and a tail could be seen slightly behind him. Although he didn't let it slow him down, he even took to being call Hell boy after the comic book character. "Hey Jane, I didn't know you were volunteering today." he greeted surprised. "Actually I'm on the other side of the program." I sighed and explained everything. "Ooh, that's bad, Shield is one hard-ass force to outrun. Good luck getting out of the city." "Like I would leave my home! No I'm staying. Besides there's no way that I can get out of here without being caught. I'll just be needing a new change of cloths and a new alias. Marcy Donovan is to flashy." I said trading in the I.D of a perky blond in pink that I had used just in case. He rooted around a large box labeled 'girl' and pulled out a new one. "How about Astride Embers?" he handed me a picture of a goth chick with a lip ring who looked like she wanted to tare your head off. "Perfect." I murmured memorizing my new back-story as I walked into the large changing rooms. It took me less than five minutes to disguise myself to where they could be looking directly at me and I would go unnoticed.

Words from my dad flashed back to me. "When your being tracked it's best to hide, blend into your surroundings, and gain the advantage of surprise." Well, I thought looking at myself. Blending into downtown New York at 11:00 pm wouldn't be that hard. I was wearing black low ridding skinny jeans dotted with large holes and with a chain that was clipped to it. The chain could be used as a weapon if needed. I also wore a black crop-top V-neck that exposed some of my stomach and had enough wrist bands to give one to every New Yorker in the city. On my throat was a thin choker and it complemented my straight black wig that I hurriedly cut so that it hung above my shoulders. I looked like a raccoon with all my eye liner and eye shadow. The fake lip rings, nose ring, and earrings were annoying but with those I looked complete. I walked out of the dressing room and heard Jack give a yelp in surprise. "See ya." was all I said adopting a monotone voice as I walked into the street knowing that I needed to be in a crowd of people my own age. Any adults like for example, an Avenger, would stick out and give me plenty of time to run. I had also changed my suit case for a large leather hand bag and stocked up on a few more Identities. There were packed clubs all along the street because it was a Friday night. I walked into one called Battle Field that was blaring metal music and sat in the corner resting easy until I could figure how to change my situation to my advantage.

(Alex, Hawkeye's nephew)

"I want her found and captured!" it was Furry and he was mad. I hadn't seen him this angry since I set fire to the storage unit a week ago. I kinda wished I met the girl who could set the whole helicarrier on edge, with agents flying around wildly. I practically peed myself from laughter when I saw the girl shoot him the bird. I could tell that she was pretty even in pajamas, and she could fly. That instantly got her awesome points on the bad ass scale. "Alex. What are you doing here?" it was my uncle looking annoyed. "I was training when I heard all the noise." He just nodded his face never showing much emotion. "So what are you going to do?" I asked curious. "Well I was just going to get you. Fury wants us in the meeting room with new information on Jane." Oh, so that was her name. I liked it. "OK" I said not used to be invited to many meetings. Tony was the last to arrive like always. He had a huge file like last time.

"So when I looked at her file more closely I realized that it was faked. She some how hacked into the government database and changed a few things. Apparently her dad was a general in the Marines and her mother was classified as a low level threat in the X-files, she had wings too, by the way. So we can assume that Jane might have been trained by her dad. Her I.Q is also higher that what was originally thought, like same as mine people. She graduated high school at 14 and got her degree at 16. When I looked at her file, in the university she went to she was learning engineering, computer skills as well as trying to get her doctorate in genetics. Awesome right?" everyone including me just stared at him incredulously. "She could be considered as dangerous as you guys now. If I do say so myself." something started to beep loudly on his watch. "She was seen flying over the downtown area half an hour ago by my satellites, but none of the 40 million cameras running at the time can find her anywhere." "She's hiding." it was my uncle this time. "She doesn't want to be found which means well have to think like her to capture her. That fact that she went down town on a Friday night probably means that shes blending in with a crowd of people her own age. Which is pretty brilliant on her part. Any adults would stick out." "So all we need to do in get someone her own age?" I guested. Everyone looked at me, a plan forming in their eyes. All too soon I was suited up, dressed like a civilian, and sent down to the last place that Jane was seen.

(Jane)

I was minding my own business when yet another guy asked me if I was alone tonight. I was about to respond with bite me, when I realized who was talking. It was Marcus my best friend his almond skin gleaming in the dim lights. He'd been my friend for 5 years now and saying we were close was an understatement. He was also a mutant with something like a sixth sense. He could track anyone with just their name and face no matter were they were or what they disguised as. Which explained why he was here. He also had psychokinesis, the ability to start fires and walked the fine line between good and bad more often than not. Not that he ever hurt me and was usually fair tempered. "I thought you were visiting your parents in Egypt?!" I shouted hugging him and patting the seat beside me. "Yeah." he spoke "I got back yesterday and just recovered from extreme jet lag, but enough about me. Why do you look like a slutty vampire?" he joked pointing at my outfit which was different from my normal plain faded jeans and ironic T-shirt. I explained everything to him feeling myself relax now that I knew he would have my back. "So they really tried to do that?" He yelled outraged. I hadn't seen him mad like this in a long time and a entire empty building burned.

"It's OK Marcus. This is not the first time I've done this" I said grasping his hand. "Besides there are few things I can't escape or outrun." I joked. After looking into his worried gaze for a few seconds I saw a hit of some other emotion there but I for the life of me couldn't tell what it was. "Hey, would you like something to drink apparently Astride is 22." I said knowing that even if he was only 19 Marcus would never turn down free drinks. "Sure." he said managing his brilliant smile. I turned to get the drinks and I wasn't 10 feet away when I felt an odd presence. I looked around and saw a handsome teenager with short brown blond hair and gray blue eyes. He was tall and very well muscled. I instantly knew why he stood out. He had a very stiff posture and was searching intensely for someone, and his outfit stood out because it wasn't black or leather like everyone else's was. I also noticed a minuscule ear piece, that if I was not looking for it, would have stayed a secret. 'I have to be sure.' I thought as I walked up to him confident of my disguise.

"Hey cutie" I called looking it him swaying my hips. "Waiting for a date?" he looked at me bewildered giving me a once over. "Uh.. no I'm actually looking for this girl." he said holding my picture out to me. This was too easy. "Oh yeah she ordered a few drinks from me earlier while I was on my shift. Looked real scared, but left not 5 minutes ago in a hurry. Whispering something about plane tickets. If you find her tell her she owes me 10 dollars for the roman coke and also give her my number. She was a cutie too." I said winking at him and slipping him a folded napkin with a number to a Party-Clown-for-hire, as well as the words "Nice try Avengers better luck next time. Also don't send a boy to do a hero's job" on it. He just nodded distracted not even glancing at it as he put it into his pocket before rushing out the door yelling into his watch. I laughed out loud then grabbed a beer quickly for Marcus before walking back to him. "We have to go now. It seems that the Avengers are searching for me. Can I stay at your place tonight?" he nodded as he chugged his beer and turned to go out the back exit. I followed quickly behind still laughing. This was turning into a game and with new players it was going to be fun.

(Alex)

In front of a few abandon warehouses were clubs full of people. I choose the one closest and decided that it was going to be a long night. The club was called Battle Field and was full for goth teenagers with piercings. I knew I stuck out but there wasn't much I could do. Not five minutes in and I kept being approached by girls and some guys dressed scantily in leather. Everyone I asked about Jane just shook their heads until I ran into a girl who looked a little older than I was although it was hard to tell with all her makeup. Still my heart beat a little faster, not that I let that show. She was pretty in a dangerous way and her revealing outfit didn't help me focus. When I finally pulled my mind out of the gutter, I showed her the picture. I was a little surprised at her response but information was information.

I slipped the napkin in my pocket before running out of the club telling the agents on the ground that she had to be around here somewhere. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head and it wasn't until two hours of searching and turning up nada that I realized I still had the napkin. Pulling it out from my pocket about to throw it away I noticed the word Avenger. Quickly reading it I rushed to the others. I can't believe I missed her! I scolded myself. The others just grimaced slightly all telling me it wasn't my fault. Tony just laughed loudly at the note and the fake number, then went to work on tracking her down again. I couldn't compare the image of the dangerous dark haired woman with the picture of a pretty, ordinary girl with a shy smile on her lips. It hurt my brain and my stomped-on pride. Was this a fake version of her too? My uncle seemed impressed even if he never said anything. He was training me in the art of fighting, and espionage. I had gotten good at reading him over the past few months. After all he was all the family I had left. I could also tell that he was preparing to go into assassin mode. It seemed everybody was getting ready, waiting for something to happen. It was clear we had lost the upper hand. We made our move and lost. Now it was her turn to fight, but what if she didn't, what then?

Chapter 3 is out. I've already written at least two more chapters for the story. Thank for reading and tell me what I should do next in the reviews! Also I'm sorry for any bad grammar or long paragraphs.