A/N: Hello! Sorry this took me so long to update, I had it all written and everything, so I had no excuse. Basically, I watched Sherlock Holmes twice, and discovered a Youtuber called AmazingPhil. That's it. Anyway, first person POV! Aaargh. I wrote this in third person but it was annoying me, so I had to convert it. But you know. All cool if it makes you enjoy it :) Which I hope you do, BTW.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and my weirdo storyline :P

Flame's POV

The two agents and Nick Fury escorted me into the Headquarters and into an interrogation room. Fury made them wait outside, and sat me down in a chair. Then he leant calmly on the wall and questioned me.

"So, are you human?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do you have powers?"

"How do you define powers?" I asked, still feeling awkward and cocky.

"Do you, for example, have an iron suit, or are you invincible?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then you don't have powers. But you fight well. Who trained you?"

"I'm not under obligation to say that." I told him.

"Just tell me, damn it!"

"I was trained as an assassin." I said grudgingly. "Seven years, I fought like that. I could beat anyone you threw at me."

"Really? Well, we could see whether that's true or not…" I panicked suddenly, and told him precisely what I had been meaning to keep to myself.

"Listen, you said I don't have powers. But I said it was nothing like what you mentioned. Maybe I have different ones. What then?"

"Well, what powers do you think you have?"

"I can control fire. Is that a power?"

"That could certainly be called a power. Show me. Gently." I closed my eyes and put my hands together like I was praying. Feeling the warmth building up in my palms, I brought them apart slowly, and felt a small ball of broiling fire expand in the space. I opened my eyes and turned my palms upwards, and watched as the flames leapt upwards and grew towards the ceiling. When I pressed my hands back together, they dissipated.

"Very good." Fury said, approval not quite reaching his voice. "Can you use that as an offensive?"

"I don't know." I admitted.

"Can you expand it away from your body?"

"I don't know."

"Can you make the fire spread to other objects?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Would you like to join the Avengers Initiative?"

"I- What?" I stopped dead, confused.

"The Avengers. You must have heard about the attacks in New York last year?"

"Yes, of course, everyone has."

"The Avengers were the team that stopped the attacks, and I believe you to be worthy of joining them." I understood a little better now, but I still didn't know why they'd want me in their team.

"But… Why?"

"Because Loki has escaped again, and we need all the help we can get, even if you're it. Are you interested?"

"I… I need to think."

"With all due respect, kid, you don't have time to think. We need a decision." I took a deep breath and made one.

"Alright. I'll do it. Where are the others?"

"All over. You just beat one of them up." My eyebrows shot up.

"That was one of the Avengers?"

"That was Black Widow, real name Natasha Romanov, and the man with her we call Hawkeye, really Clint Barton."

"Oh."

"Come on, we need to go to the briefing room. The others should be along soon, and if Romanov and Barton have any sense they'll have done what I told them and already got there." We left the interrogation room and walked through the rat's nest of corridors until we reached a large room with one wall made entirely out of glass. There was a large table and ten chairs set out in the centre, and a few oddly futuristic computer screens dotted around the walls. Two chairs were occupied by the agents I had attacked, Hawkeye and Black Widow, both of whom looked at me with cautious hostility. I returned a worried look, but was more focused on the tall figure standing by the window. He didn't turn until I sat down. I had to try not to stare. He had long blond hair and blue eyes that I could see shining from across the room. He wore strange metal armour, but his well-muscled arms were bare. He caught my eye and I attempted a smile, but it was an expression I was unused to, and he just frowned in confusion.

"Director Fury," he said, "Who is this?"

"Thor, this is-" He cut off as the door burst open and three men walked in, one of them in a red metal suit. They seemed to be talking about Loki.

"Look, if we don't stop him, there's no telling what he could do." The blond one said.

"I know that, it's just that we don't know how we can stop him." Insisted the one with the armour and the crazy facial hair.

"We could probably track him again. He probably absorbed a lot of gamma from the Tesseract. We can use the gamma signature to find him." Replied the one with glasses.

"Glad you three made it. Sit down." Fury said. Gesturing at them in order, he told me: "This is Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Doctor Bruce Banner." I smiled at them nervously, but they were being cautious of Fury's temper and didn't notice. They sat far away from me as Fury began:

"Alright. You know how this works. Loki has escaped his prison on Asgard. We suspect he's on Earth, as that seems to be his favourite hang-out. We need to find him and finish whatever scheme he's cooking up this time, then get him off this planet for good." The others nodded, Thor somewhat sadly, I noted. Then Natasha piped up:

"Sir, I have a question."

"Go on." She pointed dramatically at me.

"Why in the name of all that's holy have you brought her in here?"

"Because she managed to knock you on the ground and keep you there. Because she has powers. Because she is the latest Avenger." By now, everyone was staring, and I blushed to the roots of my hair. But Doctor Banner held out a hand across the table and said:

"Welcome to the team." I shook it nervously and replied:

"Thank you."

"So, can I ask how you came to be here?" he asked.

"Um… maybe later?" I mumbled.

"Oh, come on." Tony Stark said. "Everyone's got previous. We'd like to hear yours."

"If she doesn't want to tell us, I don't see why it really matters." Steve Rogers said.

"Well, I for one am intrigued." Thor said, smiling slightly. Fury sighed.

"Alright. Go on, Flame." I took a deep, nervous breath and began, keeping my eyes down, looking at the table.

"Well, it started when I had just turned eleven. I was caught in a house fire. The entire place was razed to the ground. It killed my parents, but the fire-fighters found me wandering around the streets a few hours later without a single burn. That's where my powers came from. I was put into foster care, and I started a new school. We went on a school trip to Vancouver for three days, and I got lost. I was picked up by this old man dressed all in white. I didn't want to go, but he was strong. He took me to this place… I can't describe it anymore. Something happened, and I don't remember it all that well. I just remember… it was so white. I stayed there with a lot of others like me, kids my age, for seven years. And they trained me as an assassin. When I and a few others got good enough, they took us out of the white place, and sent us to infiltrate… well, they called it 'the association of the devil'. I don't even know what that place was, because I spoke out of turn in the van, and they threw me out into the desert. About a half-mile from your HQ. I walked here, I hid. I saw her, Black Widow, and I thought she'd kill me. So I decided to move first. Sorry about that, by the way." I apologised to Natasha.

"It's fine." She said sullenly, showing no sign of forgiveness.

"Can I ask you something?" Steve said.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." I replied.

"Why are you called Flame?"

"My real name is Breanna Lin. Flame is the name they gave me when they found out my powers."

"What are your powers?" Clint asked. I turned to Fury and asked:

"Should I show them?"

"Go ahead." I nodded and lay my palms out flat, facing upwards. Almost immediately, I felt the heat rise and the flames leapt up towards the roof. I listened calmly to the gasps audible above the crackling of the flames. Then I clapped my hands and let the fire disappear. Finally, I looked at their faces, listened to their silence as we stared at each other in worried awe.

Anti-climax... Why can't I do good endings? Ah well. Hope you liked it, and a review would be more awesome than Pop-tarts :3