The phone rang, just as the morning pain hit her. She sighed and rolled over, picking up the phone and glaring at the number. She didn't recognise it.

"Hello." Her voice was low and strained. She glanced at the clock on her bedside and groaned. Who would call her at 04;03 on a Saturday. If it had been one of her friends a) she would have expected it and b) their number would be on her phone.

"Is this Kimberly Anna Marie Foster?" The use of her full name caught her attention. She sat up as she spoke.

"Yes, whose asking?" She reached for the light switch by the side of her bed, may as well get up.

"Nick Fury, we need you here now." She stood up so quickly that she was dizzy.

"What! Woah there buddy, you can't just call me at 4 in the morning on a SATURDAY and have the only explanation you give me be 'I'm Nick Fury' Why do you need me?" She leant against the wall for a second and walked sleepily to her wardrobe, pulling out a hoodie a vest top and a pair of ripped jeans.

"We, the Avengers, need your knowledge on shapeshifting. Loki's come back and is trying to wreak havoc and claim earth, he has an army of shapeshifting aliens. I've already called the others, their on their way. I need you." She stood and stared at her wardrobe in silence for a second. "Kimberly-"

"Kim's fine. How did you know about my ability?" She pressed her phone against her ear with her shoulder as she tied her brown ombre hair up into a short stubby ponytail.

"I've read your files, all of them." She stood holding her phone to her ear for a second before she pulled it away from her ear.

"Okay, I'll be there." She hung up and pulled on her clothes.

She had just reached the door, breakfast biscuit in mouth, before she quickly ran back and wrote a note, sticking it to the fridge door. Closing the door quietly behind her she left her house and jumped into her classic mini, starting the car.

Muttering curses at Nick Fury she drove down to the Avengers tower. She parked a few blocks outside and walked the rest of the way. She met Fury at the door. He glanced her up and down a smile on his face.

"That better be an apologetic smile or else it will be soon, boy." His smile vanished and he reached a hand out. She shook it and glared at him.

"You're not what I expected." He led her inside and she followed, glaring at his back for the comment.

"What do you mean? What did you expect? Someone tanned? Someone with the perfect physique? Well sorry cupcake, life aint like that." He looked at her over his shoulder and she bristled. "And if we're being honest, when you said your name I expected your father." He froze and turned to look at her properly.

She was average height, maybe a bit taller, with slightly tanned skin from years in American sun. She crossed her arms and glared at him, covering the logo on her hastily thrown on hoodie.

"Second floor 3rd room on your left. Wait there." He turned and left. She stuttered and glared at his back before shouting after him.

"American or English second floor?" He yelled back and she sighed.

"American." Oh stars, this was going to be fun. She stood up straight, ignored the pain tingling along the entirety of her body, and started up the stairs.

One set of stairs later she found the room. It was a window walled room, with a massive glass desk and several seats around it. She walked towards the window and looked out at it, taking in the skyline that according to Fury would soon be destroyed by an impatient and needy trickster god. She sighed and sat down, glad that she had brought her phone with her. She put her headphones in and stared out the window, knowing full well that there was no going to sleep now.

"Who the hell is she and what is she doing in my building." She turned around and waved.

"Hello boys, Natasha." Natasha waved back somewhat perplexed as Kim got up.

"Oh, so Natasha gets a name but were just boys?" She turned to face who was speaking. He was average height with dark hair and an annoyingly knowledgeable tone.

"If I had said all of your names it would've been longer. I know all of your names, I just can't be bothered to say them."

"I want to know who is in my building and why you're here." She glared up at him and smirked.

"It's been a long time since anyone said no to you hasn't it? You want names, fine. You're Tony Stark aka Iron Man, you're Thor, god of Thunder, you're Steve Rogers aka Captain America, you're Bruce Banner aka the Hulk, and you're Clint Barton aka Hawkeye." She signed the last part unintentionally as she spoke. "And I am-" Fury entered the room and raised a gun. She raised an eyebrow at him, Now really, as the gun went off. Everyone turned to face Fury as her body went slack, Anytime now.

It started. Her cells heated to boiling point as they speed up. A small gasp of pain escaped her as her heart rate picked up and she jumped backwards an hour. Her hair fell around her shoulders and the hairband was on her wrist. She stood up and glared at Fury.

"A warning next time, cupcake." They were all looking at her as she sat back down. "My name is Kimberly Anna Marie Foster, if you want a name to check. If you do I wish you luck with that. You wont believe what you see."

"Am I the only one confused by what just happened?" Stark asked as he turned to face the others, they were all staring at her. Never in her life had she felt so powerful. Bruce spoke up.

"You're a mutant."

"Of sorts, yes. I was born like it, a long time ago." Stark leant towards her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Your hair's down now, what did you do?" Kim sighed and pushed the chair back so that she could stand up without hitting Stark.

"I changed, I went back an hour. It's my mutation if you will. It seems you need a better demonstration." She stood up and felt her cells heat up again, this time going back further. Her body shrank as her clothes grew too big for her now young body. She looked up at them through a badly cut fringe that she had had when she was 13 and had promptly grown out.

"Kimberly's mutation enables her to cheat death, as long as it isn't initially fatal. Isn't that right?" She changed back, her hair still loose and nodded.

"You read my files, if anyone here knows its you, I gave up caring after the 1st millennia." She realised what she had said and covered her mouth only to remove it and smirk. She didn't need to worry anymore, they wouldn't kill her. "I'm 2 millennia old ish. I gave up counting. I am fluent in over 6 thousand languages, both current and dead as well as sign languages from around the world. I am always the oldest person in the room and I am always a walking disaster. I am still not sure as to why Fury wants me here. Other than the fact that I am a master in a few martial arts. I don't know what I bring to your group." She said it with a smile, this was the first time she had said it all aloud and not been hung or killed for it.

"As I said on the phone-"

"She gets a phone call? All I got was an annoying buzz that told me I was needed."

"As I was saying, you are a shapeshifter, you know how it feels, you can help us out think them." Kim shook her head.

"I'm not smart, I'll tell you that now. Send me in with a plan and maybe I can help but otherwise this whole thing will blow up in our faces and it will be because you got me involved."

"What is the plan anyway?" Bruce asked as he turned to Fury taking the attention away from Kim. Natasha sat down next to her and spoke.

"I suggest we stop Loki from doing what he plans on doing." Bruce pulled a face and Natasha smiled back. Kimberly laughed.

"Why don't we figure out what he's planning-"

"World domination."

"- And where he is."

"He knows that we're here right? Then he'll come find us. Surely that's obvious. Attack the strongest when you have the most troops, strategically that's the best plan. Isn't it?" Kimberly glanced around the assembled group and hoped one of them would say something.

"Cap, you've seen war. Is it?"

"Strategically yes, its likely. He'll attack us first." Stark thought on this for a second before speaking.

"Then he'll come here won't he. And we'll be ready." A rip sounded and they all turned to look out of the window. They didn't see anything.

"Did you rip your trousers or something cupcake?"

"Stop it. Look." Nick pointed at the sky and Kimberly cursed as the others stood up and then turned, grabbing weapons on the way out. Natasha stopped at the door and turned.

"You need a weapon or something?"

"I'd like one please, even if I don't use it." She got up and ran out of the room with Natasha as they went down to the armoury