A/N: Oh my gosh, guys! I was so excited when I saw all of the reviews and the people who favorited my story! You guys rock! I'm going to try to update a new chapter at least every other day, because I am a benevolent dictator. ^^ Sadly my OC is not present in this chapter, but you get to know a bit more about her and learn some background, so it's just as well. On with the story. Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, but I would settle for Tom Hiddleston or Chris Evans (hell, make it any of them) tied up in my closet. No questions asked.

Director Fury sat at the head of the table in the meeting room, rubbing his temples with his hand. They were in the middle of a debriefing on the latest mission and he had started to develop a headache. "You mean to tell me," he said without looking up," that some teenage girl managed to take out a roomful of men and disable the missiles like it was child's play?"

"Sir-" Natasha said before Fury continued to talk over her.

"Furthermore, I fail to see why this is my problem," he stated.

"The girl was more than she seemed. She must have been trained, or working for someone. Either way, it's obvious that she is not your average teenager. I for one would like to know why," Clint said, and the rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"Very well. There was video footage at the scene. Have we identified her yet," Fury asked.

"We couldn't find her in any of the systems. However, there is other video footage you might want to see," Natasha said as she pulled up the videos. "This was the security feed from a bank in Richmond, Virginia. Last week there was a robbery with hostages stuck inside the bank." The image on screen showed the inside of the bank. Hostages were spread out across the floor ten feet apart with their hands tied behind their backs. There were a few desks behind them and in the back was the main office. A couple of men with black ski masks roamed through out the room, trying to be as imposing as possible to keep the hostages quiet and from acting up. Then, slowly, one of the swivel chairs by the back row of desks started to rotate, revealing the same blonde haired girl they had seen yesterday. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands steepled. It was like watching a movie.

"I don't suppose I could appeal to your better nature," she called out to the two armed men. They had yet to notice her and when they heard her voice they jumped, scrambling for their guns.

"Thought so," she said, and quickly pulled two small knives from her lap and threw them at each man, landing exactly in the center of their chests. She ducked to the floor as they got a few shots off at her before they collapsed, dead, on the ground. The girl quickly got up, removed their guns, and grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearest desk. She walked over to the nearest hostage and cut the duct tape holding his hands behind his back.

The camera wasn't good enough quality for them to hear as she bent over and handed the man the scissors. They could just barely make out the sound of angry yelling coming from off screen, and the girl shot up and pointed her guns at the hallway. She fired, and the yelling stopped aside from the screams of the other hostages.

The girl stalked off screen in the same direction she had fired and the screen went black. Then the image was replaced by a new video stream, that was lower quality than the last. It was slightly grainy, and there wasn't any sound. It looked like security footage outside some type of store, at night.

There was a group of four men, all dressed like they were in a gang. They stood around the blonde girl with guns pointing at her and the two police men that were on the other side of the situation. It seemed like there was a conversation going on between the two groups that was interrupted by the girl. The man holding her changed his focus from her to the gun in his hand, moving it slightly to the side so it was no longer pointed at her. She whipped her head back and hit him in the nose, then stomped on his foot while moving his right hand with the gun in it to point at one of the other gangsters. The gun went off, shooting him just as he was firing back, hitting the man behind her when she ducked forward. It was a mess of activity that the poor quality camera couldn't shoot effectively. In the end most of the gang members were down, and the last one standing was taken care of with a knife thrown into his throat. As soon as the knife was in the air, the girl was on the run, out of view of the camera feed that had now been stopped.

Fury stared at the screen with interest. "What exactly was that last scene?"

"There was some sort of shoot out between some small gang and the local cops outside of a Wal Mart in Lansing, Michigan. The gang was using her to try to make a get away. You just witnessed the negotiations. The police wrote in their report that the man holding her threatened to blow her brains out, but she told him 'that would be a pretty neat trick with the safety on'. You saw the rest," Natasha said.

Fury looked around at the team seated at the table. They all seemed mildly impressed, even Bruce, who didn't get to see first hand what had happened in the warehouse.

"And I suppose you want to, what? Recruit her," he asked.

Steve cleared his throat. "We're not entirely sure what the case may be, or even who she is yet."

"Not so fast, Spandex. I asked JARVIS to run his own tests and got a few matches, none more than a 78% recognition though," Tony said.

"Try taking away the hair color and eye color," Natasha replied. Everyone gave her a blank stare. "She's a girl," she explained with an eye roll. "She might be wearing a wig, or even colored contacts."

Tony ran the search again and this time got some higher matches. "Here's one. A 93% match. Samantha Harper. Age 18. Lives in a small town in Indiana. Oh, thanks JARVIS," he tacked on at the end.

"What is it, Stark," Fury asked when it became apparent he wasn't going to share.

"It seems the police have gotten a bit of help in her county. Someone keeps calling in anonymous tips to different locations for drug dealers and such. The cops show up and it's always the same: someone is unconcious and zip tied in the middle of the room and there's drugs and various weapons through out the house," Tony said.

"So, we're looking at some vigilantee here," Bruce asked.

"Apparently," Tony replied.

"Just go do whatever it is you wanted to do. I honestly don't care anymore," Fury sighed as he walked out of the room.

The Avengers all looked around at each other. "There's one thing I specifically want to know," Clint said. "That closet was completely sealed. How did she get out?"

A/N: Yay. I gave her a name. Oh, one more thing I forgot. I just wanted to give a special thank you to my dearest friend, plummuffins, who convinced me to start writing fan fiction. Thank you! That's pretty much it. Thank you to every one who reads and reviews. Feel free to leave any questions or comments in the review section so that I can clear it up. Thanks!