I pry my eyes open, and it is the middle of the night. Wow, I have been sleeping for a while. I feel tired, but I can't fall back asleep. I open my balcony door and I look out over the city. Bucky told me that Manhattan is the City The Never Sleeps. It was true. The lights are as bright as ever, and the noises are so loud. My wing has healed already! I decide to go for a quick flight, and the wind is so crisp and cool. My wing is sore from being stuck in a splint for a while after being free for a while. There isn't anyone on the roof of the Empire State Building, so I land there. It is in the heart of the city, so I can look over everything. My wings are out, protecting my body from being seen.

"Hello." A British voice suddenly says. I jump a bit and I turn my wings even darker. I then look over my wings, and I see a man with golden horns on him. I don't say anything.

"Isn't it rude to not say hello after a greeting?" He breaks the silence.

"Hi." I softly say.

"What is your name?" He continues.

"Koko." I tell him, reading his mind. He doesn't seem trustworthy. "What is yours?"

"You can call me Lee." He answers and takes of his helm with a bow.

"Well, I want to know your real name." I retort.

"If I told you my real name, you would run away with fear." He explains. I remember my wings are out, and I quickly tuck them in.

"My my my. I have never seen a Midgardian with wings." He says as I fold them up.

"What is a Midgardian?"

"Sorry, an Earthling."

"What, are you like an alien?

"Could say that. I mean no harm."

"How are you not surprised by my wings?"

"Well dear, I can make wings too." He raises his arms, and suddenly he has 20 feet of green and black wings. I marvel at how real they look.

"Can you fly with them?"

"Of course! Would you like to join me in a night time flight?" He does a test flap with his wings. It is obvious he doesn't know how to fly.

"Sure, but you don't know how to fly. I can see it in how you move them." I tell him.

"Well, would you like to teach me?" He smirks.

"Sure." I simply push him over the edge of the building. He reappears with his wings flapping.

"What was that?" He asks.

"It's how I learned." I shrug out my wings. I decide to have pure black wings to blend in a bit with the sky. I flap them hard, and I am in the sky. It is a bit harder to hover, but I have figured it out.

"Will you show me more?" Lee asks.

"Sure. I can show you the way out of my life." I simply say as I flap behind him and I yank his wings together. That makes the flyer paralyzed with pain. He drops out of the sky, and I fly away. I land on my balcony, and I go look at the time. It's 5 am already. There is no point in trying to go back to sleep, so I go downstairs and get some food. I see that Clint is already up.

"Hey Clint." I mutter as I open the fridge.

"Hey Allagy. Rough night?" He takes a sip of coffee.

"Not really. I just woke up too early. I went for a fly."

"Oh, and how was the city?"

"Good. I met this man on the roof of the Empire State Building. He had wings too." I sit down with a cup of coffee and a bagel.

"Can you describe him?" Clint looks a bit worried.

"He said his name was Lee. I told him my name was Koko. He had mind barriers up. He was tall with a golden helm and slicked back black hair. He had 20 feet of green and black wings. He couldn't fly though. He wanted me to teach him, so I pushed him off the building. That is how we all learn. Anyways, it seemed like he wanted to get to know me." I tell him about the man.

"Okay, um. You will have to avoid him. Each day go out at a different looking person. Do things that you wouldn't be able to change if you were a normal person. Like hair length. Make it longer or shorter. Also, change your wing color. If you ever go out at night, try to tell him false facts and try to pry into his mind to see who he is." Clint instructs me.

I nod, and we start talking about lighter things. Clint tells me how people call him the bird.

"Yeah, I am called Hawkeye because I can shoot something, anything, from a long distance." He tells me.

"Cool. Do you think I could join you?" I ask.

"Maybe, but you will have to be trained up a bit first."

"So, what time does the rest of the team usually wake up?"

"Right abboouuuttt, Now." He says looking at the clocks. I suddenly hear many alarms going off, and I clutch my ears.

"OOOWWWWW!" I screech pain. I curl into a ball with my wings covering me.

"ALLAGY! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Clint gets down to my face level and forces me to look at him.

"The. ALARM!" I say between waves of pain. Clint runs off somewhere, and returns with earmuffs.

"Put these on!" He tells me. I quickly lower my hands and slip them on. I put my hands over them. The sound level is a bit lower, but still uncomfortable.

"IZZY! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Bucky yells as he comes over to me.

"The noise. The alarms!" I tell him.

"FRIDAY! SHUT OFF ALL ALARMS!" Bucky yells at the ceiling. the noises stop suddenly, and I hear the blood rushing through my ears.

"I. Think. I. Have. A. New. Ability." I say between pants.

"Super hearing?" Bucky asks.

I nod, my head is still ringing. My head stops ringing after a couple minutes. I lower my wings slightly.

"Okay, is this too loud?" Bucky whispers.

"No."

"How about this?" He raises his voice a bit.

"No."

"HOW ABOUT THIS?!" He screams.

"YES!" I whimper in pain again.

"Okay. Now we know that it has to be fairly quiet."

"Wait, now it is getting louder, but not painful. Maybe it was the sudden appearance of the ability. This happened with my super speed." I tell him.

"Okay, so we can talk normally now?" Clint buts in.

"Yeah." I reply.

"Okay, so if it gets too loud, make an owl sound. Can you do that?" Bucky asks me.

I screech like a barn owl, and they look at me.

"That was perfect. Do you have mimicry as a power?" Clint looks amazed.

"Yeah. I have been developing minor ones lately. I can control liquids. I can heat or cool something. I have a minor form of telekinesis. I can echolocate now I think, and now I can mimic sounds." I list off what I have been discovering.

"Cool. Well, today, Steve wants to train you in hand to hand combat." Clint tells me.

"Okay. Can I still go for a fly later?"

"Yeah, you will definitely have time." Bucky tells me.

"Well, I haven't seen you change your appearance yet. Do you mind?" Clint asks nervously.

"Of course." I tell him. I close my eyes and imagine having dark blue, thigh length hair, olive skin, and bright blue eyes with bits of orange.

"You really like blue huh?" Bucky asks me.

"Yeah, it is the color of the sky when I first escaped. I am not sure why I like long hair though. It just gets in the way of flying." I answer. I go get a ponytail holder and I move my hair using my powers into a long braid. After that, I put on the ponytail holder and I check to see if I can move my wings with the braid.

"Well, I guess I should go get clothes on for training." I go back to my room to change. I put on a sports bra, tank top, and a pair of workout shorts. I dig through a basket to find my sneakers.

"Hey Allagy, wanna train today?" Steve asks me once I get back down.

"Yeah. Let's go for a run first." I smirk.

"Okay, but limit the speed!" Steve chuckles.

"Why? I wasn't tired last time after running."

"Okay, I will take you on a run along with Bucky. Nat, get ready to train with her. I don't think I will have any energy left." Steve gets his shoes.

We head outside, and I do about 50 laps around Central Park. Steve does about 45. This was all in an hour! Central Park is huge.

"Well, I guess I'm going to head back. I need to stretch my wings. I don't like having my wings confined for more than an hour at a time." I tell Steve.

"Oh ok. Go ahead. Don't worry about people. They have seen weirder." Steve waves me off. I turn around and I run. Once I get to a clearing, I unfurl my white wings and I take off. My braid whips me a couple times, so I land in a tree to tuck it in my shirt. I take off again, and I arrive at the skyscraper in a couple minutes.

"Hey Nat! You ready?" I call when I see Natasha.

"Sure Allagy! Let's go!" She leads me back to the training room, and I see that the treadmill is tucked in the corner.

"Okay, so, punch the bag. I want to see how much strength you have." Natasha instructs me. I put all of my power in my punch, and I end up breaking the chain that holds the bag, along with the bag itself. My hand gets caught in it, so I fall down with the bag.

"Okay, pretty strong I see." Natasha chuckles. I flap my wings in an attempt to free myself. I got really stuck! I end up having to change size. Once I am unstuck, Nat punches me.

"Spar." Is all she says. I get into a fighting position, and I block all of her punches. I sweep my leg under her, and she jumps, but I whip out my wing. Nat gets caught in my wing, and she slams into the ground. She jackknifes back up, and I change my wings into a kind of shield. As I expected, she tries to roundhouse kick me. I sweep my wing, and I launch myself into the air. I fly at her, and use one of her moves against her. I pin her down, and that makes me the winner.

"Wow Allagy. You are amazing at fighting! Wait, were you reading my mind?" She asks me.

"What? Oh yeah, no. I forgot about that." I answer.

"Oh ok. Well, I am an assassin. Bucky is an assassin, but more in terms of strength. I'll have him spar with you. Have someone twice your weight go up against you." Nat presses a button on the wall. Two minutes later, Bucky arrives.

"Hey Izzy, ready to spar?" He gets into a fighting stance.

"Yeah." I say, and I dodge his punch. He is throwing punches left and right, trying to catch me off guard. I jump over him and I sweep my leg under him. He catches himself, and then I whap him with my wing. My wing is now metal. He stumbles back, and tries a dropkick. It doesn't work. I simply flap once, and I land in front of him. As fast as lightning, I grab him arms, turn around, and I pull him over my back. I pin him down, and I win again.

"Izzy. You are very strong!" Bucky gets up.

"Well, strength isn't everything." I pull my wings back in.

"Well, do you want to train your new abilities?" Bucky asks me.

"Sure."

"Okay, first, say exactly what I say: I have a metal arm." He tells me.

I analyze his accent and tone, and then I say in a perfect Bucky voice, "Well, duh I have a metal arm."

"How?"

"I can recognize the accents and tones in someone's voice." I tell him.

"Can I see how flexible and strong your wings are? Try to pick up somethings in here. You can change the form too."

I extend my wings, and I curl my right wing around a boxing glove, and my left wing around a water bottle. I change my wings to black dragon wings, and I spear the claw on my right wing through an apple. I take a bite of it.

"I hop this wasn't anyone's apple." I say.

"It was mine, but it's okay." Nat says.

"Okay. So, I'm going to go for a fly" I pull the apple off my claw and I change my wings back.

I step out onto the nearest balcony and I feel the wind. A good updraft is rising around the building. I simply step off the balcony, and I am carried upwards. I remember what Clint told me, and I change my wings into gray dragon wings. These seems to give me the best flight with less effort. I glide around, and then I see a shadow above me. I look up, and I see the man with the green and black wings. Ugh. I land on the spire on the Chrysler Building, and wait to see my stalker again.

"Hello there." He says once he lands, no, falls on the roof under me. He managed to wedge his feet into the cracks of the smooth roof.

"What do you want?" I roll my eyes.

"Oh nothing. I just saw your wings and I wanted to see them closer." He replies.

"Well, sorry, but I don't like being marveled at." I say. I swoop down like a hawk, and i take his wings and I twist them. He freezes, and I try to break the mind barrier in his head. I make a hole in it, and I see why he wants to see me so much. He loves me. What the crap? I erase his feelings for me, and I throw him off the roof. Cold of me? Yeah. I don't want anything to tie me down in terms of a relationship. I fly back to the tower, and I report what just happened to Clint.