A/N: merry Christmas everyone (if you don't celebrate Christmas then happy holidays!). It's the first avengers chapter! So exciting! This is one of my favourite movies so I hope I do it justice. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I did not get any marvel rights for Christmas I'm upset.

Orna had chosen to stay in Malibu until the tower was finished. She was sitting at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal one morning when their came a knock at the door.

Strange, she thought, the tower can't be finished yet, it's too soon.

Instead of her father or a driver at the door however, she found Agent Maria Hill. To say Orna was suprised was an understatement, she had hardly heard from shield since she was recruited six months before. And to have them turn up without warning made
her uneasy.

"Come in, come I help you agent?" Orna asked.

"Miss Stark, there's been a situation. We're calling in the big guns. And by that I mean the avengers." Maria said.

"What's happened?" Orna worried.

"You know your Norse mythology?" When Orna nodded she continued, "well it's all real; Thor, Odin, Loki, all of it. And Loki has stolen a powerful weapon named the tesseract. We have him in custody but we think he's planning something, which is where you
come in. You get there, twist his brain around and we can dispose of him how we see fit." She was every inch the agent Fury had told her about. Cold, stoic, and intimidating.

"Well let me get some stuff together and we can set off," she turned to go get her equipment but was stopped by Maria.

"That won't be necessary Orna, we took the liberty of moving everything you need to the helicarrier while you were out," Agent Hill said, as if she was talking about the weather not a secret government agency.

"Well then let's go. Oh! And we'll have to tell my Dad I'm not in!" Orna exclaimed.

"Your father is on the helicarrier already, but he won't know who you are, I promise you." Maria strode towards the door and let the other woman out, leading her to the small jet on the drive.

Orna was going on an adventure.

They took her to a room as soon as they got on the helicarrier. It was like a small hotel room, but everything was white or steely grey, it wasn't very welcoming.

Agent Coulson came in carrying her suit, a metal mask and a length of blue fabric, the colour of the wisps in her visions.

He turned his back as she changed into her suit, she checked nothing had been tampered with or taken, and found everything where she had left it. She didn't trust shield as far as she could throw them.

"We brought you a few thing since you don't want anyone knowing you're here." Coulson said. He handed her the mask and the bluefabric.

The mask was black metal, set with small, swirling designs. Just like her suit. It covered her nose down to just under her chin, she was reminded instantly of her assassin days. But this was necessary.

The blue fabric turned out to be a cloak. It was hooded and shadowed her eyes from view, and it fell to the floor, flowing slightly over her shoulders. Looking in the mirror, she hardly recognised her self. You couldn't see her scar unless you knew it
was there and the mask covered anything else noteworthy that would show it was her. She looked deadly, dangerous, and damn well sexy. She looked more like Oracle than Orna.

"What about my name?" She said turning to Phil, "Orna isn't exactly common, what will they know me by?"

"I was thinking you could use Oracle again. That's who you used to be," Coulson shrugged.

"No," Orna said boldly, "I won't use that name again, it brings too much back. A past I'd rather not relive Phil,"

"Well you need something, they can't just call you 'you' or something. What about prophet or prophecyor something?" He said sympathetically.

"I like prophecy, I can get used to that." Orna sighed, although she still wasn't keen. "And I suppose I can't speak either,"

Phil shook his head, he really felt for the poor girl, she'd do anything for people not to look at her as a monster.

They left the room and started to walk towards the bridge where Orna would meet her new team. She didn't work well in teams.

14 years earlier:
"Oracle, I need you to do this, you're like them you'll fit right in,"Acheron Stone said, trying to sway her. "You'll make new friends."

That made her want it, she hadn't had friends since Sam, and he'd died a year earlier. She shuddered at the thought of her deceased best friend.

The car turned into a small courtyard, the sign on the wall read 'Xaviers school for gifted youngsters,'. Gifted, just a nicer way for her to call herself a freak.

She was only to be there for a year, just to master her abilities since the masters at the academy had no idea how to train her. Of course she didn't get the visions yet, they would come when she was older, but she found herself accidentally slipping into the minds of her superiors, or making glowing blue swords appear in fist fights. She needed this.

A man greeted them at the door, he was an aged man in a wheelchair, and his head was bald and shiny, Oracle thought he looked like an egg.

"My name is Charles Xavier," he said, "and I suppose I do look like an egg."

Oracle was startled at his comment, how did he know what she was thinking?

"Because I'm like you Oracle, a telepath. Although you have a bit more than just telepathy." He answered her unvoiced question. Archeron dropped her bags next to her and hugged her goodbye to keep up appearances I front of the professor. It was the first time Oracle felt like she had a family, and it was fake.

4 months later:

It was a small while into her stay at the mutant school that Professor Storm brought the class to a room called the danger room. As they walked in a swamp seemed to appear around them.

It was everyone's first time so Stormset it quite low, they had all learned about the danger room in lessons, but no one was prepared for what came. Except Oracle, she was always prepared.

As the small monsters came at the seven to eight year olds, almost everyone screamed. But Oracle instantly had a glowing blue sword of solid time energyin her hands. And cut at the monsters like paper. She flipped over rocks and fallen trees, to avoid the goo the little monsters were firing at her, the class was meant to work together to defeat them, but she just fought for herself. The first thing the academy had taught her was fight for yourself and no one else, because they wouldn't do it for you.

When all her monsters were dead she sat on a rock to watch the other children try and over come their panic. It was quite amusing, especially when Claricegot hit in the face with the goo and, while trying to teleport away, ended up stuck on a tree. She cried for help but everyone was a bit busy, and Oracle didn't care.

When everyone had killed all the monsters,without any help from Oracle, the room turned black to the grey tiles it had been covered in before, and everyone turned to look at Oracle.

"You could have helped us you know," Clarisesaid, embarrased at being stuck in a tree, "none of them came after you when you killed them all. We're meant to be a team."

Oracle didn't like Clarice, not because she was mean but because she was very nice, so Oracle didn't trust her. Surely she was too powerful to be nice, she could teleport, and fight reasonably well, yet she helped people. She couldn't be real.

"Master tells me not to trust people," she mumbled, "to only fight for me because no one else ever will."

With that she left the room. And never talked to Clarice for the remainder of her stay, but the other girl never forgot what she had heard from Oracle. And she knew that if their paths crossed again she would apologise, and help her.

Present day:

Orna was pulled out of the memorywhen they reached the bridge. She heard her fathers voice from inside. She lifted her head and walked in.

"Am I the only one who did the reading!?" Tony asked dramatically, and then noticed Phil and Orna walking in, "woah! Hello and who might you be?"

"This is Prophecy," Coulson answered for her. "An incredibly dangerous and deadly assassin, one of the highest kill rates on the planet. Incredibly powerful too, so don't get on her bad side and you might just live to see tomorrow."

Orna didn't know weather to be scared or impressed with how much shield knew about her, even she didn't know she had one of the highest kill rates on the planet, was there really that many bad government people that she unalived?

"Nice," was the only reaction from the group, and unsurprisingly it came from Tony. He would think that if he knew it was me, Orna chuckled in her head.

"Does Loki need any kind of power source?" A blonde man in a very patriotic uniform asked, Orna was glad that the attention was of her.

As they talked scienceystuff about the tesseract, Orna took the time to study the people in the room, there was Agent Hill, and her father, but the others she didn't know.

The first man was tall with shoulder length blonde hair and a strong build. He wore armour, the likes of which she'd never seen before, and a red cape, not unlike her own but with no hood. This must be Thor.

The next man was the blonde who had spoken earlier. He was classically handsome; blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles. Looking at him now, she recognised him from the pictures in the box her grandfather had left for America. He seemed good,
nice. So naturally she didn't trust him.

The woman had short, red hair and wore a catsuit with the shield insignia. Looking closer it was Natasha! She'd had a hair cut but her face was unmistakeable. She felt a bit better already knowing that Natasha was there.

Lastly stood a man with glasses. The science dude. He looked extremely smart, but she recognised him from all the posters her father fanboyed over frequently. The nuclear physicist, dr Bruce Banner. Trying to make himself a new breed of supersoldier,
he ended up with sever gamma poisoning and a rage monster stuck inside his brain.

There they were. All the freaks and weirdos that made up her new team. She didn't know much about them but she knew one thing for sure.

They would either fail miserably, or succeed spectacularly, there was no inbetween.

A/N: gasp! Mutants! That's right I went there, I couldn't think of any other reason why she would have her powers so I just plonked her down with the xmen. The Clarice I mention is Clarice Ferguson, AKA Blink. She might turn up again in the future. I was going to use Magik but Blink fit better for the future storyline. But hey, I hope you liked it.

This chapter was a bit longer than usual, I got a bit carried away. But I think I got in everything I wanted to. And we met cap! I have a few ideas about where I want their relationship to go but if you have any ideas in all ears.

Happy Holidays and I'll see you next chapter Xx