My eyes cracked open to find the metal ceiling of a Quinjet. I was in a side room, and a note, along with a mass of black cloth, lay beside me.

My head felt as though it had been hit with a jackhammer, and I wondered why for a second, before the full force of what had happened in my dream came crashing back to me.

Shado..

I need to learn more before I can continue.. I need to know I'm not crazy. I need a source that would know about this? Ultron? Wait, no, he's evil. Perhaps Thor could help. If he would help.

I looked over to the note, and focused on the letters swirling in front of my eyes. 

Kristal,

This is Steve. I am writing this to let you know that the dress coat thing is a suit (we all wear one) I figured you would want to help us destroy Ultron, so I had Natasha/Tony find/make something for you. I hope it fits. When you are done, exit to your left, or use your mind telepathy thing to talk to me/us.

Bye

The note was short, and I liked that. I tugged on the 'dress coat thing' and looked in a reflection of myself, forming from a cargo box (top, with necklace with black rock)

I flicked my hands at my shoulder to get rid of a price of dust, and a knife shot out, burying itself deep into the Quinjet wall. I went over, pulled out the knife,  and opened the jacket.

I realized that the knife holder I had noticed, dismissed, and moved on from, was empty. I flicked my wrist, and nothing came out. I put the knife in and flicked my wrist.

The same knife shot out, this time hitting a net of dark energy I had created. I put the knife back, storing the information away for later, and walked out. I realized that I had forgotten to put the black metal masquerade mask on, and I put it on. It somehow stuck to my face ( Pieces of translucent glass slid down, displaying information.

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙰𝙸. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜.

".. Kristal Maximoff..." I thought to a moment. If I continued to trust the Avengers, I would need an alias. I thought for a moment, and then decided. "Kristal Maximoff, Nightmare."

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝙺𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 '𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎'. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝙼𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖? 

"I want you to give me directions to the meeting room. A map popped up on the left eye, and it reminded me of when Wanda had gotten glasses. I smiled. Soon, I would be with her again.

Le time skippo~~

The man with the bow and arrows turned and fired a projectile at me, thinking I was an intruder. I caught it, and said, " I'm not evil. Just saying, you guys kidnapped me. I was just 'chilling' and being evil. Now that I think about it..."

Steve's eyes lit up, reminding me of the black and white puppy my best friend had gotten in grade two.

I blinked, and rid myself of the memory. Reminiscing about dead friends would get me nowhere. I needed to focus. I need to ring my family.

"Hello. I am Natalia Romanova." 

I turned to Steve, confused. He sighed, turning to Natalia/Natasha. "Nat, I trust her, and I sorta told her your name already." Natalie/Natasha glared at him, before turning her emerald eyes to me.

"Fine. My name is Natasha Romanoff. Who are you."

I blinked. They not only had the audacity to kidnap me in front of my siblings, but also to pretend that they weren't watching me get interviewed behind the mirror.

"Listen, I don't care if you hate me, but you you cat least not be a weirdo about it? I know you watched me through the one-way mirror."

Natasha's eyes widened. She sputtered, shocked that a fifteen year old could know it was one way. 

"I'm young, not dumb."

Just then, the 'amazing' and 'magnificent' Iron Man, the 'smartest' man ever walked in.

I stiffened. This was going to be a long flight.

University of London - Royal Holloway

Third Person POV

Thor stands outside of the school, a large hoodie, hat, and sweatpants concealing his identity.

None of this stops the Professor from sporting him right away. He walks away from the girl with brown doe eyes, and towards the God of Thunder.

"I'll help you with that tomorrow, Miss Calloway. I have some... Unfinished business to attend to." The Professor, also known as Erik Selvig, walks towards the large Asgardian. "I like the look. If you're going for inconspicuous, though, near miss."

"I need your help." Thor starts. Erik nods, telling him to continue.

"It's dangerous." The Asgardian finishes.

"Where would I be if it wasn't?" The teacher smirks.

Short chapter, sorry. I just realized my followers are over twenty (how???) and the reads on this book are almost to 250! 😲

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