Okay guys, I'm back! Sorry about the long wait, but school has been hectic. Not to mention I've have writers block, and have kept re-writing this chapter. Okay so as you all will notice this chapter is in 3rd pov. I will tell you the views might change a lot, because I write with how I feel would be beneficial to the story (And that answers your question Hikari Nova). And You might be wondering about all that happened and the reactions and all that stuff... Well you'll see in the next chapter some of the past. I've decided to use flashbacks for important things in the past. There are no flashbacks in this chapter, but I'm planning some for the next one.

"Its time" Said a red-head with an impassive stare. Her name was Natasha Romanov, A.K.A. The Black Widow, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and one of the Avengers. For the past ten years she has been the trainer of Helena Potter, or better know as The Emerald Puma. But not only did she train Helena to be a mini-her, she was also trained by the whole Avengers team.

From Natasha she was trained to defend, and kill if necessary. She was taught all the languages she knew, and how to be someone else then who she really is. So, basically, she trained her to be like an assassin.

From Thor, well, he just kinda rubbed off on her. From him, she got her bravery. She learned when to use it rightly, and when she was just being stupid. She also got one other thing from him... his love of pop tarts.

From Clint, A.K.A. Hawkeye, She learned Archery. She can hit anything with deadly accuracy with ease. Along with his aim, she got his love of heights. Like a bird itself.

From Steve, A.K.A. Captain America, she was taught to be a leader. To be able to give out commands that others would follow instantaneously because of her tone. He also taught her boxing.

Finally, from Tony and Bruce, A.K.A. Iron Man and The Hulk, She was taught sciences. From simple Chemistry, to Physics. Name it and she could probably do it.

Of coarse your probably wondering how she learned all of that in such a short amount of time, for what she had to learn anyway. Well, that's simple really. Time was distorted. What most don't know, was if you tried, magic did work around technology. You just had to have the right tech. Of coarse, Tony had to figure out a way to fix the problem... So he did.

One thing no one knew, except the Avengers and Helena, was that Tony was a wizard. Whereas most wizards give up the muggle world, Tony didn't. As a cover, Tony took over his fathers company to experiment, and find out why magic and tech didn't mix. After a year's of search, he found the problem. With that, he innovated his tech to be compatible with magic, and that was that.

Around his home in Malibu was a time-slowing ward. Most don't know it exists because its so old and out of date, but he found it. Its how he makes all his things in such a fast amount of time. Its also how she was trained in only ten years. Though she has lived for, what seems like, thirty-one years, her body was twenty-one years old. The world around her only advanced ten years while she lived through twenty years. Of coarse she left the house to go to the city sometimes, but not too much. She was too busy anyways.

Helena looked to Natasha, and knew exactly what she meant. She had a destiny after all. It was time to go after moldyshorts, and his death-breaths. This was what she was training for. When she caught Natasha's eye she nodded once and went to pack. She put on her wand and holster (Dragon hide), and her suit. It was basilk skin, from a job she'd done at Hogwarts (Not that they knew it was her, she was a metamorphic after all), and was skin tight.

As Helana walked back downstairs, she was remembering the past, wondering about what they would think. Not that she cared, she just wanted to see their faces when they realized she was 'The-Girl-Who-Lived' that disappeared ten years ago. Gone with the wind, no trace at all.

As she got downstairs she asked, "So, how will we work this? Did they finally ask for help, or am I just going to show up?"

She smirked, "Well, I thought you could show up with a flare. They think your dead, and they think all hopes' lost. So, basically, your just going to show up in an 'order' meeting and surprise them." Throughout the explanation Helena's own smirk got wider and wider.

This is going to be fun, Helena thought to herself. Not only do they get surprised, they're most likely meeting at that crappy house of theirs so they can see how powerful she is. "So," Helena began," Should I just flash into the middle of the room, or just knock on the door?" I ask her, "I personally think in the middle of the room would be fun, just so I can see their faces. The thing is though, I don't want to get blasted."

"How about you flash in the middle of the room and put up a shield. You can both see their shocked faces, and be safe." She reasoned. Hmm, I like that idea, thought Helena.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," Helena told her, and surprised her with a hug, then flashed out. She left before she could see the sad look on the Russians face as she said to an empty room, "Good luck котёнок"

They all just sat down for the meeting, and Albus started it by saying, "Thank you all for gathering here today. Now, we all know that the war has gotten bad, but we need to keep our hope up and fight back."

"And how do you expect us to do that?" Asked Ron, "How will we defeat him if Helena isn't here. She's the only one who can defeat him. Without her, we're dead." There were various nods of agreement throughout the room. Just as Albus was about to say something, something interrupted. A floating fire ball was in the room, and was growing bigger by the second.

Everyone grabbed their wands, and the ones that were near it backed away. A few seconds later, a woman gracefully stepped out. She had long unruly black hair, down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were the most beautiful color most had seen, it was an emerald green. She had high cheek bones and her lips were slightly pouted and a natural red color.

She had on skin tight clothing, that was made from an unknown material and pitch black. While it looked tough and durable, it also looked soft and supple, for easy movement. She also had black ankle length combat boots with steel toes laced up.

The moment she stepped out her finger twitched and she looked around. What most didn't know, was that the finger twitching was her putting up a shield wandlessly, so she doesn't get blasted before she could explain.

As she looked around she could see they were in a dingy, once nicely decorated, lounge. When she was finally done looking around the room, she looked to the people. There about forty or so in here, but she could guess that there were probably more not at the meeting. Everyone was looking at her with faces in the mix of surprise, fear, anxiousness, confusion, shock, the like. Finally, fed up with no one talking, she said, "You know, you should really redecorate. I shudder to think what the rest of the house will be like if its as bad as this room."

Finally, they were shock out of their stupor and readied their wands for attack. All the while Helena was trying not to laugh. They looked so pathetic, no wonder they wanted to rely on a baby. After a minute of silence an old man with a long silver beard and hair said, "What do you want? Are you from Voldemort?" The rest of the room flinched at the name, but the strange woman just looked at him incredulously.

"Really? Do I look like a death breath to you? Come on, if Moldyshorts sent me I wouldn't appear right in front of you." she talked to him like he was a child in need of educating, something that most of the order members didn't like. "No, I'm not working with him, but I do have a reason to be." She said and just received silence. She sighed and said, "Come on, look real close at me, and you'll see what I mean."

With that the others looked closer and didn't see anything, until Sirius gasped. Everyone looked at him while he stammered out, "H- Hel- Helena?" with a surprised tone. Everyone whipped their heads back towards her and looked to her forehead. What they found there was a lightning shaped scar. He shook off his shock and stammered out, "W- Where have you been. We thought you were dead."

"Well, Sirius, I've been training." she told her godfather. "Oh and by the way, going after Peter was just stupid of you. Didn't you think that it wouldn't work in your favor?" She scoffed. "Trust me, nothing good ever comes from revenge. It might feel good at first, but there's still the hurt. Nothing you can do will get rid of it." She told him slightly sad. " Anyways," she said and clapped her hands together, "What have you all been up to?

котёнок-Kitten

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