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Prologue

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Cries rang throughout the castle of Orveon. To those who could hear them, it was a symbol of joy. Their new princess was healthy and letting the world know.

Queen Liara, my mother, looked down at my small form. I was still a pale purple, small scales adjourning different areas of my body.

"She's beautiful," my mother whispered, "Oh, look at her little scales."

"The perfect princess," my father - King Holden- agreed, "Now all she needs is a name."

My mother tilted her head. They hadn't come up with a name for me yet, they wanted to wait until I was born to see if it would fit.

"(Y/n)," she decided, "(Y/n) Vala Altovar."

"A wonderful choice, my light. Rest now, let to doctors take care of her. I'll go inform Varian of his sister's health."

~*~

"Mother, Father, will I ever leave Orveon?" I looked up at my parents with wide, innocent eyes.

It was a question I had been wanting to ask for a while now. I had never felt entirely at home on my planet. Even though was the princess. There was something missing, something off.

At first, I thought it was because I wasn't going to be queen. I wasn't destined to rule and that made me feel off, but my young mind put the pieces together. I was destined to do great work elsewhere.

We had no wars on my planet, no quarrels, everything was peaceful. It was wonderful, but frustrating. I knew I would grow up and have a boring life,  without excitement. I would never have to work, never have to fight for anything I wanted, I would be fed from a silver spoon.

My parents let out nervous laugh. It was my father who spoke, "Why would you want to leave? You have everything you could ever want here."

"I know father, but I want to work, I want to fight-"

"Oh no, no, no darling," my Mother picked me up, resting me on her hip, "You know we don't fight on this planet. We strive for peace and balance. We only train ou to fight because not everyone hold our ideals, and if something happens you must protect yourself."

"I know but-"

"Darling, why don't you show us the magic you've been working on?" My father distracted me.

I squealed, letting my mother put me down before I grabbed my parent's hands and led them to the training room.

The one thing I put all of my effort into was training. It was my outlet. If I couldn't leave, I couldn't rule, and I couldn't fight in wars we didn't have, I could train.

The reason our planet was so peaceful was because of our connection to the mystical arts. We believed in balance, in keeping things in order. As princess, I was required to know at least to fundamental basics of the arts, but I threw myself into my studies, learning spell after spell until they flowed through my mind and I didn't need a book anymore.

When I was thirteen I was declared a Master of Magic. An amazing feat in my eyes. I had worked for something. It was a rush I had never felt before. My parents hoped that accomplishing a goal I had worked for would satisfy my need, but it only made it larger.

When I was fifteen, Odin came down from Asgard. We were all humbled. The king of the nine realms on our small planet?

"As my eldest, Thor, trains to take the throne, my younger, Loki, wishes to learn magic. Sadly, Asgard does not hold many magic users outside of healing. I come in wishes of finding a master of different forms of magic.

My parents shared a knowing look. I almost burst I was so excited. This was my chance to leave. I could go, work, actually fight.

"Yes, I believe we have a few experts on our planet. If you would allow us a few days to gather them and-"

"I can do it!" I nearly shouted, flushing when I realized I had interrupted. My brother sent me a warning look.

"Your daughter is well taught in magic?" Odin asked. There was no surprise in his voice, just curiosity.

"Well I wouldn't exactly say well taught-" my father started before my mother cut in.

"There is no point in lying Holden. Our daughter became a master of magic three years ago. She is well versed in all types."

"Then perhaps, she can come with me to Asgard," Odin looked to me, "Would you like to travel to Asgard?"

"I would love nothing more," I said without hesitation.

"Darling," my father grabbed my arm gently, "Perhaps we should discuss this. You are needed on this planet."

"To do what father? Sit around and let Val do all the work? I love all of you dearly, but we are all aware that my fate lies elsewhere, and I can't find it if you don't let me go."

Father hesitated. I grew nervous that he wouldn't let me go, but after a moment of silence, he nodded.

"I shall be back in two days time to retrieve you," Odin announced, "You may visit Orveon when you'd like, the Bifrost is at your disposal."

'Thank you Allfather, this means the world to me."

Odin gave a small smile, and bowed his head. A large large formed around his body and sucked him up into the sky. In a few seconds, the light was gone.

For the first time in sixteen years, I felt like I could breath.

Two days later, Odin appeared again. I said my final goodbyes to my family - an announcement already made for the people- and stood next to Odin.

Then, a light surrounded us. I felt myself being pulled away from my planet my home, and off to Asgard.

I was full of excited nervousness. Would I be the only purple one there? WOuld have have skin like Odin? Would I be judged for the way I looked?

On my planet, my purple skin showed my high class, but on Asgard it could very well alienate me from everyone. If that were the case, I would have to stay in a shifted form of myself.

When the light stopped we were standing in a large dome-like building. A man in gold armor was standing at the top of a small staircase, where a sword was stuck in a pedestal.

"Princess (Y/n), welcome to Asgard. I am Heimdall."

"Lovely to meet you sir," I bowed my head, smiling.

"I have horses waiting at the end of the bridge that will take us to the palace," Odin nodded to Heimdall before he began to walk briskly from the building.

I followed after Odin, almost running because of his fast pace. Even though we were moving quickly, I had the chance to see Asgard in all of its glory. It was absolutely beautiful. While my planet orientated around the color purple and silver, Asgard was a realm made of gold.

When we reached the edge of the bridge there were two horses and a few guards waiting for us. I easily mounted the steed, ignoring the hand held out to help me. This was my first chance to be independent, I was going to take it.

Odin led me down a path just behind a few of the villages. It led directly to the gate of the castle. There, they opened wide for us, allowing us entry.

Odin dismounted his horse so I followed suit, watching as a guard took her to be taken care of. My luggage was being carried by two guards so I had no reason to worry about them.

We walked up the steps to the palace. Immediately Odin walked to a throne room. There, three people were waiting patiently. It was easy to assume that they were Odin's wife and his two sons.

"Why is she purple?" The blonde boy asked bluntly, "And why does she have scales?"

So they weren't used to purple people on this planet. Noted.

"Thor," Frigga snapped, "Apologize."

"I apologize," Thor bowed his head.

"It's alright," I smiled, "People from my planet vary in color, but our scales are what we use to shift into other people."

"You can shapeshift?" The other boy, Loki, questioned excitedly, "That's amazing! How do you do it?"

"We have stories, but no one on my planet really knows how or why we can do what we can do," I explained.

"(Y/n)," Frigga spoke up, "Why don't I take you to your room? You can settle in tonight and tomorrow you can start teaching Loki."

"As you wish."

~*~

After a year of intense training with Loki, his skills in magic rivaled that of my own. The one thing that I hed above him was the ability to shapeshift, while he could create illusions, no one could alter their bodies' structures to look like that of someone else's without being born with the ability.

I was seventeen, and had a taste of work and freedom. It was everything I could have ever hoped for, but I hadn't yet been in a battle. That was, until I was invited to a squabble in Vanaheim.

Thor, Loki, the Warriors Three, Sif, and I took the Bifrost to the location. I was practically bouncing in excitement. My first battle ever! The others were talking joyously and joking around, which raised my mood even more.

When the Bifrost landed, the first thing I smelt was iron. It took me a moment to realize it was blood. There was so much blood spilt it was carrying through the air.

The first thing I saw was the bodies. There weren't many, but the ones that were there looked horrible, hence the smell of blood in the air.

The first thing I heard was screams of battle. Ones from the enemy, and from my friends as they ran forward.

I knew that hesitating would kill me, so I ran forwards, spreading my hands apart from each other, creating twin discs.

It was easy to tell who was the enemy, the way they held themselves and their untrained fighting unmissable. So, I ran towards them, ducking under swipes from swords and axes. I matched their attacks with my own, cutting behind their knees so they couldn't move and then finishing off.

I'd never forget the first kill. It was a big man, lumbering over me with a battle-axe. When he swung down, I was almost taken out then and there. I ducked in between his legs, swiping the backs of his knees with my discs. He fell forwards, but didn't stop swinging.

In my panic, I swung my hand, pushing the disc into his chest. I watched in shock as his body fell limply forward. There was a strange rush in knowing I had just killed a criminal, but there was this sense of guilt, knowing I had killed someone.

"Watch your back (Y/n)," Loki threw a knife at someone coming at me. He noticed the shock in my eyes and added, "It gets easier, trust me."

It did get easier. As the battle went on, I found myself plowing through the thugs until there were none left for the six of us to fight.

"We must return to Asgard and celebrate!" Thor exclaimed.

On the way back my mood was much lower than it was when we were travelling to Vanaheim. I stared at my bloodstained clothes, and noticed a few splotches of purple, I was bleeding myself from a few cuts here and there.

When we arrived back at Asgard I trailed behind, staring at the flowing colors of the Rainbow Bridge beneath me.

"You've never fought in a battle before, have you?" Loki questioned.

"On my planet fighting doesn't exist. I always wanted to go into a battle, to feel the rush, now I can't remember why."

"People start fights for pointless reasons," Loki looked ahead, "Your planet is ahead of many if they are past that."

"How do you keep fighting?"

"I remind myself why I'm fighting. You need to find why you fight, then you'll be ready to do it again."

I thought about why I wanted to fight. At first, it was to know what battles were like. Now, after seeing the chaos and bloodshed, I wanted to stop that. I wanted to fight to protect those that deserved it.

~*~

After another year on Asgard I felt as though I had accomplished my mission there. I had fought battles, made friends, and trained Loki.

I finished packing my satchel. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going, but I didn't want to bring anything I didn't need as unnecessary luggage.

"Are you sure you must leave (Y/n)?" Thor asked as we walked to the Bifrost.

Odin and Frigga themselves were coming along to say goodbye.

"I want to help elsewhere. Allfather, where should I travel?"

Loki contemplated, "Midgard is plagued by conflict."

"Then I shall travel to Midgard," I stated, "I bid you all farewell. Thank you, for giving me the chance to be something other than a princess."

I stepped up to the Bifrost, nodding ot Heimdall. The man twisted his sword, opening the transformation.

Before I could step through, Odin grabbed my arm. His eyes held a warning, "Midgard doesn't know or understand the different realms. When you arrive, you must shift into one of their forms, and stay that way. One day, they shall understand what you are, but until then, you must proceed with utmost caution."

I nodded in understanding. Odin stepped back and I stepped into the Bifrost, being sent of to my destination.

When I arrived in Midgard it was in a large field. After looking around for a moment I noticed buildings just ahead of me. I began walking, taking notice of how the people I could see in the distance looked. They were similar to Asgardians, but I knew they were less powerful.

Remembering Odin's warning, I shifted into a more human version of myself. My features were the same, but I took on one of their skin colors.

I began to slowly walk through the field and towards the town- no, city- in front of me. The buildings were very different from Asgard. The books my planet must have been out of date because they were talking about an era of 'Flappers'. Then again, that was the last time anyone from our planet had dared to travel away.

When I reached the city it was bustling with people. Some stopped and complimented my 'vintage' clothing. It was then that I noticed the drastic difference between their clothes and my own. I knew at some point I would have to go shopping for some clothes.

I entered a small cafe, sitting down at the counter. A kind looking woman poured me a cup of coffee, even though the clock in the corner said it was noon.

"What brings you to Martha's?" The woman asked kindly.

"I'm new here," I answered honestly, "This was the first place I saw."

"Well, you just got to D.C. Where you coming from?"

I hesitated, "A really small town, no one has heard of it I'm sure."

"Yeah, we get some people like that every once in a while. Usually they go to New York, looking to chase their dreams."

"I'm not sure where I should go," I simply stated.

"Well, we could always use some more help if you need a job. Coffee's on me," the woman moved away from me and along to another customer.

I looked up at the TV in the corner curiously. I knew what it was, it was one of the things I knew about modern Earth, but it was still fascinating. On my planet we watched entertainment off of holograms, this was different.

"In a yearly update SHIELD has stated that global security is at high priority. After years past, they have shifted from an intelligence agency to what may be an off-brand FBI. Yet, our sources say they are the largest holders of information. Perhaps, they even have information on you."

"Largest holders of information," I mumbled to myself.

"Director Nick Fury however, has assured us that they only hold information related to security. He then explained that the Triskelion, located in D.C, is meant only as a front."

A video of a man appeared on the screen. I grinned. That was my way in. If he was the director then no one would question anything if he went to get information.

I quickly downed the cup of coffee. I gave the woman a small wave, holding back the urge to give a formal goodbye. I wasn't a princess anymore, I had to blend in as a Midgardian.

On the way towards the Triskelion, a large and obvious building near the waterfront, I stopped in a few clothing stores. On my planet we had clothing that would shift with us in a pinch- though they were generally only made for the royalls- but I wasn't currently wearing those clothes, I was wearing Asgardian clothing instead.

That meant, I had to find clothing that would make it look like I was really Nick Fury.

After stopping in a few stores, I had accumulated black men's pants, an eyepatch from a 'Halloween' costume, a black shirt, and black boots. All I needed was the coat he was wearing, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

I spent another hour scouring the streets for a look alike, and when I was ready to give up, I saw a look alike in a store window. The only problem, it was more expensive that what I had Midgardian money for.

"I feel like a criminal," I whispered, taking out the dollars I had remaining. I pulled at the edges of the paper, watching as it tore. In the broken bills place, there were numerous more.

A multiplication spell, meant to be used for small things like objects and certain foods. Luckily, money was inside the limits, but that didn't mean I didn't feel bad doing it.

It was a strange feeling, struggling to have enough money to buy something. On my planet, and on Asgard, everything was provided for me. I began to appreciate life as a royal a little bit more in that moment.

After I bought the coat look alike I found a public bathroom and changed into the clothes, discarding of the old ones. Before I left the bathroom, I shifted into the man I saw on the TV only a few hours earlier, then, I began my trek.

Because the Triskelion was so close I didn't have to waste any more money on a cab and just walked there. Security immediately opened the gates for me when they saw my 'face'.

After I knew I could get past security, I walked confidently through the rest of the building, into a machines that was taking people up and down. I assumed it was what could take me to Nick Fury's office.

"Please state destination," a voice requested when I entered.

I jumped, staring at the ceiling in confusion, "Um...Nick Fury's office."

The machine began to move and I held onto the bar tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force.

When the doors opened I stumbled out, anxious to remove myself from the death trap. I had figured out ways to take myself off of the ground before using magic, but this was a new height and I hated it.

After I calmed down I looked at the large room around me. It seemed as though the elevator took me straight into Fury's office. It was a large room, with a wall full of window that looked out at the water. There were a few couches and a table, then, near the windows, there was a desk with a piece of technology on it.

"How do I work this?" I wondered, walking up to whatever it was, "My planet really needs to update their books."

The screen lit up and I understood it a bit better. Their technology wasn't far from ours, just a bit behind and less magic oriented.

"Retinal scan initiating."

A light ran over my eye and I blinked rapidly, stepping back. Whoever this Nick Fury was, he was obsessed with security.

When the computer opened up I debated on what I wanted to search. There was so much about Midgard that I had to learn, that I felt as though I didn't have enough time. But I knew I would always be able to come back at some point in the future.

After a moment of contemplation I searched 'Extraterrestrial'. That was what they called us on Midgard, people who looked different and came from space. It was an interesting term really.

What I found was overwhelming. Report after report of extraterrestrials landing on Earth. Some were fakes but were put on a watchlist all the same, some were real but the aliens had died on impact. Others...The aliens survived, but it seemed like a fate worse than death.

Was this what Earth would do to me if they knew who I was? Would they experiment on me? Rip me apart to see what made me tick?

"Back then, people were much more brutal, even to their own kind. I hate to say that not everything has changed."

I jumped, my shift flickering slightly. I looked up at the man in front of me with wide eyes. It was the same man I was imitating, Nick Fury.

"Coulson informed me that 'I' had entered the building again after I had just left," two people entered behind Fury. I expected a security team, not them.

The was a redhead, who didn't have a large gun but seemed confident enough all the same, the other, was a man with a bow.

"So here's what's gonna happen, you're gonna come peacefully, looking like yourself, or my friends here, will take care of you, and they aren't as nice as I am."

I shifted back into the human version of myself, holding my hands up to show that I was unarmed, though I could easily create something with magic, it didn't seem smart.

The woman moved towards me and cuffed my hands behind my back. Something about them made me feel weaker, and that wasn't a good sign at all.

I was led down to a small cell, made out of metal walls. They left me alone in there for a while after they dropped me off. I knew they wanted me nervous, and it was working. All I wanted was information on Midgard so I knew what I was getting myself into and where I should start on my missions.

Terrifying thoughts of the experiments they would commit on me entered my mind. Would I end up like the others before me who weren't of Earth? Would my parents never know what happened to their daughter, would my people never know? Would I never see Asgard or the royal family again?

Before I could get too immersed into my thoughts the red-head entered the room. She sat down in front of me, folding her hands together.

"Is this what you really look like?" She asked.

I shook my head, looking down at my human hands.

"If things are gonna work out for you then you need to cooperate."

"I don't want to end up like the others," I whispered, "You'll probably experiment on me anyways so what's the point?"

"It's the government, not SHIELD, that started the experiments, and I have no intention of harming you, not if you cooperate."

Hesitantly, I shifted into my normal, purple form, realizing I had no choice. I took the fake eyepatch off of my head and set it down on the table. The woman couldn't help but show her surprise.

"Not exactly what I was expecting," she stated truthfully, "So, based on the comment about experiments, you're an alien?"

"That's your term for me, yes," I nodded.

"Okay. How about we start simple, and move on from there. What's your name?"

"(Y/n) Vala Altovar."

"Okay (Y/n), my name is Natasha Romanoff," the woman smiled warmly. I was skeptical that it was real, "So, (Y/n), where you from?"

"A planet your Midgardian technology will never be able to reach, so before you even think of threatening-"

"I never said anything about threatening," Natasha shook her head, "We try not to start fights without reason. I just want to know more about you."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. A good nights of sleep sounded amazing at the moment.

"I come from a planet called Orveon. My parents are King Holden and Queen Liara."

"King and Queen huh? So that makes you the princess?" I nodded in confirmation, "What are you doing on Earth? More specifically, what are you doing breaking into one of the most secure offices on the planet?"

"I came to Earth to help. My planet is without war, and I wanted to start Earth on that path. I came here because my planet is outdated when it comes to Earth culture, I wanted to know about it and the television told me this was the place."

"Yeah the TV can tell you anything these days," Natasha leaned back in her chair, "You said you came here to make peace?"

I hummed, "My entire life I wanted to be something other than a princess. I had the chance took it, then learned valuable lessons about war. Now I've come here to help. I was told Earth was full of conflict."

"Well you aren't wrong there," Natasha chuckled. She paused, reaching up and pressing something in her ear. She listened for a moment before she spoke to me again, "Well, the guy you imitated wants to talk to you."

As soon as Natasha left the room I shifted back into a human version of myself. She may have said that SHIELD wouldn't experiment on me, but that didn't necessarily make me feel more comfortable on Earth.

"Well Miss Altovar, it seems as though we have two options here," Fury sat down across from me, "There are a lot of organizations out there who would love to take advantage of someone with your abilities. You can either stay on Earth, and work under SHIELD, and you can go back home to, Orveon was it?"

"I want to stay on Earth," I answered immediately.

"Good. Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton will give you a crash course on Earth, after we see what you can do, we'll do a field test. Things will get easier- or harder depending how you look at it- from there on," Fury stood, walking towards the door, "Oh, and one more thing. Don't imitate me again Miss Altovar, the world only needs one Nick Fury."

~*~

After nearly a year of intense courses on Midgardian culture, languages, clothing, and pretty much everything else, I felt as though I could truly blend in as a Midgardian. Clint and Nat had become my closest friends on Earth, reminding me of those I had on Asgard.

Because I had successfully finished my training, I had been sent out on my first extended mission. It wasn't anything too complicated, for me at least. Fury informed me that they had been trying to figure out what to do for months, and now that they had a shapeshifter, a lot of missions were in store for me.

This one I had to imitate an important political figure to see if they were double siding between the U.S and different enemies. The real diplomat was taking a leave of absence for a vacation. Thanks to the hackers at SHIELD, no one received the email.

After a day of sitting through meetings about diplomatic tensions and what we should be doing, I returned back to my temporary home.

I checked my SHIELD issued phone and noticed I had a few calls from Phil and Clint. Phil was also a dear friend of mine, always asking about my planet. He was a curious one for sure, always looking for more information.

"What going on?" I asked Phil when he finally answered

"I met one of the friends you mentioned. You never said he was an Asgardian God."

"You never asked about who they were after I said they were peaceful," I pointed out.

"So peaceful is taking out all of my men now?"

"Oh, so it was Thor you met. What is he doing on Earth?" I asked.

"Something about Odin banishing him. I'm not entirely sure, but he warmed up to me after I mentioned I knew you. He just left back to Asgard after basically destroying a small town in a fight with a giant robot-thing with some other warriors."

"Yeah, getting banished sounds like Thor," I nodded, "So everything is alright now?"

"As far as I'm concerned. I'm not sure when he's coming back, or if. But if he does then can you be here so we can talk to him?"

"It depends on when I'm able to finish my mission. I would have been there earlier but I've been so busy I haven't checked my SHIELD phone in a day or two."

"Yeah, I noticed. Be sure to watch if I call. Good luck agent."

"Thanks Phil."

I ended the call and sent a text to Clint letting him know that I knew about the Thor situation. I added another text as sort of an afternote asking about Laura and the kids- how I found out about them was a complete accident when I saw a text on his phone, but they were truly wonderful. After that I saw a text from Nat saying she was going undercover with Tony Stark to see how dangerous he was.

Tony Stark was the first 'hero' on Earth. He had announced himself as Iron Man to the world the same year I came to Earth. With everything that had been going on, I couldn't help but wonder what else would happen.

I felt my phone buzz and checked it, smiling at the reply from Nat.

Weird world we're living in huh? Aliens and superheroes?

Aliens and superheroes was just the beginning.