Kataraena Moon had this tingling feeling running up and down her spine as she walked down the streets of Albuquerque. She had her headphones in and chose to ignore that sensation.

"Take me to another place

Where I'll no longer hurt

When friends throw dirt

Into my face

Take me to another time

When what has been before

I can ignore and leave behind," she sang along with the song drifting from her earbuds.

Kat twitched her fingers to the song as she waded through the crowds, trying not to touch anyone. She did a little twirl as she went her way across the crosswalk, not caring that people stared as if she was insane. As she found her way to the college she attended, making her way to her class, she did almost imperceptible moves along with the music.

As soon as she entered the auditorium she shut off her music that had been on an INXS song called Mystify. Kat hopped up on the stage with the other students and waited for the others to arrive to start warming up her voice with the rest of them. Per usual, she quipped now and again, bantering with her teacher. She ignored her fellow students grumbling and muttering about her. Why should she have to restrain herself?

Kat, after the class was over, was abruptly slammed into a wall by her fellow students. They ground her spine into the red brick and pulled at her toasted almond color hair. She let not a tear spring into her hazel eyes as they slapped her across the face. One kicked her slim frame right in the stomach causing her to gasp and double over. There were three of them, their sizes and temperaments reminded her vaguely of the Three Bears in Goldilocks. One held her by her throat while the other two were on either side of him.

"Apparently college is a lot like high school, you just have to pay for it," she thought to herself, sighing inwardly.

"You think you're so smart and clever," one of the students, Derrick, growled.

"Of course," she chuckled, which provoked them to strike her again.

She let them hit her a few more times before she ground her heel into Derrick. To her left was Richard, whom she let his nose meet her fist. His nose spurted blood as he staggered back. Kat then kneed the other distasteful fellow, Steven, right in the infinitives and made a run for it.

Tony and Loki exchanged glances as they had watched what took place.

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They had found the psychic, a young college girl, in New Mexico. They both grinned (Loki inwardly) as she danced and sang to the music as she went to her class.

Both man and god watched her as she sang a crisp clear melody in her class, and chuckled at her jokes that she made with the aged teacher.

They had also noticed the expressions on the other students and knew no good would come of it. Loki and Tony followed the young woman as she left class. Tony stiffened and clenched his teeth as he saw her get slammed into the auditorium wall with a hand on her neck. Loki was bemused at the mortal girl's expression. It was one of quiet defiance that he respected, having been there in his own life.

Tony about jumped in when they kicked her in the stomach, but the God of Mischief held him back and hissed, "Let her do it herself. I cannot read her mind, but the impression screams independence. She would not take it kindly if we interfered."

The billionaire growled, but stayed back. He stifled his laughter, though, when he discovered she was a smart ass in the worst of time. They both, though grudgingly from Loki, found themselves respecting her when she had broken a nose of one and split the infinitives of another. Both god and man went after her when she fled, marveling at her strangeness.

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Kat rounded a corner and nearly tripped over herself. She then jumped a fence and hid in her favorite café. She winced at the stares she received for the cut on her face, and other miscellaneous bruises. Kat sighed as she slid down the wall near the bathroom.

"Hiding again, Kitty?" one of the server's asked wryly.

"No, I just like sprinting for no apparent reason," she grinned at Paddy.

"Are they harassing you still?"

"Always. They just can't seem to deal with my brilliance," she joked nonchalantly.

"I hope you gave them hell," he laughed.

"Always," she took a sip of the soda he passed her and rose to sit in one of the seats.

Kat took out her sketchpad and began to draw random things she saw around her, as she was given her usual mango shake and heavenly fries. She absent-mindedly dipped a fry in the shake and ate as she sketched a face she saw across the floor. She felt a prickling feeling yet didn't notice as two men approached her.

"That was quite the spectacle," a cocky sounding voice said, "quite the dramatic entrance."

"Thank you, I'm here all week," she muttered and continued sketching.

Somehow she could feel the grins of whoever it was and glanced up. Kat about dropped her jaw in her basket of fries, but restrained her body from making any change.

"Anything I can help you with, gentlemen?" She asked dryly, noticing that the shorter and broader man was somewhat familiar.

"We have a proposition for you," he said.

"I'm sure you can find someone better looking for that," she quipped as she ate a fry.

Both men were in between grimacing and trying not to laugh.

"You misunderstand," the taller man said, his voice was a deep timbre that seemed to resonate in her bones.

"Oh?" she set down her pencil and propped her chin on her hand, "Do tell."

The shorter familiar man openly grinned, "I like this one, Loki."

"I aim to please," Kat winked.

Loki cleared his throat (quite elegantly), "There is a talent you possess that we have need of."

Kat blinked, "And what would that be?"

The shorter man sat and mimicked her pose of hand on cheek, "Well, sweetheart, you're psychic."

It was a few moments before she spoke, "I doubt that, I'd be doing better in Calculus if I was psychic."

Loki sat gracefully down in the chair next to his companion, his posture straight and poised, "It is there and you are aware of it, even though it is subdued."

She outright laughed, "That would have to be something to prove and don't you dare put ketchup on those!" she smacked the smaller man on the hand as he reached for the ketchup, "They don't need them!"

He blinked and laughed heartily, "The name is Tony," he cautiously put the ketchup back on the table.

She wanted to shoot the light-bulb that switched on in her head, "Well, don't I feel honored," she said wryly.

Tony chuckled as Loki ignored that exchange, "You require proof?" Kat nodded.

Loki outstretched his hand and took hers as a look of concentration etched itself into his features. Kat's fingertips began to grow cold and the sensation spread up her arm into the rest of her body. In the places where she had been kicked, punched, and bruised it panged harshly for a moment and then suddenly disappeared. Tony had a sharp intake of breath as he watched. Kat glanced at him before looking back at the raven haired man who wore a bemused expression as he took away his hand. Kat looked at both of the men confused. Tony then took out his phone and fiddled with it before he faced it to her, it was like a mirror.

Kat did not gasp nor did her eyes widen. However, she did raise an eyebrow in effort not to look completely dork. All of her abrasions and bruises had disappeared with not even a scar.

"Oh blast! I had hoped to keep that cut on my face," she said sarcastically, then smiled, "Alright, so magick does exist in more than my imagination. Why do you think I would have any?"

"She loves to be difficult," Tony thought exasperatedly yet amused.

"All beings have "magick" inherent, it is whether or not they let it be awakened," Loki said simply.

"Ok, I'll buy that," Kat shrugged, "But I wouldn't mind a few questions answered."

"Shoot, sweetheart," Tony said through the masticated fries in his mouth.

"How did you find me? Who sent you? Why?"

"Well Kitty-Kat, may I call you Kitty-Kat? Anyway, I have this dandy little device that can catch up on that particular signature, and you happened to give one off that we were easily able to identify. And the "manager" of the Avengers decided that it would be wise to train you and recruit you if you'd be inclined," Tony replied, glancing at Loki as he had fibbed a little.

"What about my job, apartment, school, and cat?" she answered, somewhat surprised that he would be so forefront with the information, though she did catch a particular vibe of not-quite-truth.

"Resign, move out, transfer to our on location school and bring with," Tony replied before he stole her milkshake, for which she growled.

"I'm supposing that I will be given somewhere to sleep at least?" Kat glowered.

"Well you could always bunk with me," he winked and she gave him a flat look that may or may not have scared him.

Kat and Tony continued to squabble and throughout it, Loki sat bemused, "Mortals are quite strange," he thought and closely inspected Kataraena.

Even her aura was shut off from the world. He marveled at how many layers the mortal had and his eyes narrowed at the impressions he could pick up. Hurt. Pain. Bitterness. He also noticed that she was teeming with power. It seemed to drip off her like honey. Loki then tried to probe a little deeper.

Kat frowned and pressed two fingers into the side of her head and grimaced, "Ow."

Tony glanced at Loki and nodded very slightly as the God of Mischief blinked and retracted.

"So when did we plan to do this?" she sighed, lowering her hand.

"Your stuff is already packed and ready to go," Tony almost didn't duck in time as she threw the salt shaker at his head.

"That's bad luck, you know," he chuckled as she glared at him.

"That is just rude to touch a girl's things," she ground out.

"We were just being efficient," he put up his hands as an expression of surrender.

"And what would you have done if I had not been who you were looking for?"

"I didn't order it until we knew for sure, isn't that right, Jarvis?" he spoke to his phone and she about fell off her chair when a sarcastic British voice answered, "Indeed, sir."

"And Jarvis is who?" Kat asked.

"He is an Artificial Intelligence I created that is like my personal advisor. Though, at times he is not all that intelligent."

"Shall I tell Miss Potts of your last drinking escapade, sir?" Jarvis responded calmly.

Tony groaned and muttered, "Damn clever though."

Kat giggled while Loki smirked at the billionaire, "Day made."

Tony looked at her and smiled, "So are you ready to go?"

She grinned and stood, stretching out the kinks in her back, "Hobey-Ho, let's go."

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Alright, here is another chapter. Not the best, but oh well. If you can reference the "Hobey-Ho" I shall give you a virtual cookie! Not entirely sure where I'm going, but I am going somewhere. :p