Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Harry Potter.

This is my first foray into Avengers fandom, so please be kind to me.

Prologue

Freesia Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the Woman-Who-Conquered was walking through the Ministry towards he Minister's Office. Kingsley had especially summoned her to give her a mission, which was unusual to say the least.

After the war ended, Freesia went into seclusion. Many people tried to contact her but she never replied. Eventually it was assumed by majority of the public that Freesia was mourning. That she was finally letting herself grieve for everything she had lost. That she was finally letting herself be a human being instead of a War General. Their assumptions were somewhat true, but Freesia had actually isolated herself in order to gain control over her full powers. Riddle's horcrux had been leeching off her Magic in order to sustain itself. As soon as the horcrux was gone, Freesia experienced a massive boost in power. It took a long time, but once she gained full control of her power, she extended her studies to include Arithmancy and Runes. She was no expert in them, but not a novice either.

Once Freesia came out of hiding, she was surprised to find out that everyone in the Wizarding World was expecting her to marry Ron. Hadn't that been a shock! It turns out that Ron had been strutting around like a proud peacock, announcing to the world that they were engaged. Therefore, for the first time in two years, Freesia gave an interview for the Wizarding public, to clear up the misunderstanding. She made it clear that she never loved Ron and she never would. The Weasley's came barging back in her life after this debacle (including Hermione, who had married George). Everyone, with exception of Arthur, George, Bill and Charlie were furious with her. It hurt a lot, but she cut all ties with the Weasley Family. Andromeda and Teddy were now the only one she had any sort of connections to. She always sent gifts and letters for Teddy on all occasions, even though she never visited.

Soon enough she started to get her life on track. She mended the rift with the Goblins for good, and was recruited by Her Majesty for the Kingdom's Special Forces. No one knew what she did except for the upper echelons of the Ministry. Freesia worked herself to the bone for the next few years, and now she was high enough in the chain of command that no one but the Minister and The Queen had any authority over her.

Freesia ignored Kingsley's secretary and walked right into his office without as much as a knock.

"Ah! You are here Potter. God, good, have a seat." Said the Minister without even looking up from the paperwork he was signing.

"How do you always know it's me Kingsley?"

"Because you are the only one with enough audacity to barge right in without asking for permission." Kingsley said dryly, looking up at Freesia. "It's actually quite refreshing."

"What did you call me here for Kingsley? What was so important that you couldn't just floo-call me about it?" Freesia inquired, flopping down gracelessly on the chair in front of The Minister's desk.

Kingsley just handed her a file. The file was not exceptionally thick, and the information was annoyingly vague. "So this S.H.E.I.L.D. just wants me to help conduct some tests on a blue glowing piece of rock. Why exactly are you sending me for this mission, Kingsley? Why not someone from the Department of Mysteries? They are more qualifies for this."

Kingsley sighed. "The Department of Mysteries might be more qualified, but I can't send them into a potentially hostile environment. They can definitely take care of themselves. However, they are not trained specifically to handle such covert operations in a hostile situation. I am sending my heaviest hitter, and someone who has above average knowledge in Magical Theory so that you can scope out their threat level."

Freesia decided that his decision was understandable, but something was still bugging her, "What about the Statute of Secrecy?"

Kingsley waved off her concerns, "America is much more lax with the Statute than we are. Nearly all department heads of the Muggle government are aware of magic. Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. even more so, since S.H.E.I.L.D. deals with most of the supernatural threats.

Freesia raised an eyebrow, "And what sort of supernatural threats do they have to deal with?"

"Just Norse Gods and the like." Kingsley replied, waving off her sceptical question. The existence of various pantheons was not a new revelation for the magical world. Since they were magical, wizards and witches (along with most other magical creatures) had a closer connection to the Gods than common mortals did.

Freesia dropped the file unceremoniously on Kingsley's desk. "I'll take this mission, Kingsley." She said. "However, if I find out that you had an ulterior motive for sending me to America for a long term mission, you will regret it." She finished with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

One she left the office, Kingsley shuddered. He thanked the Gods that he, in fact, did not have any ulterior motive. Because Minister or not, Freesia would see him hanged.

Hopefully this story will get a good reception. This is only the prologue. My first chapter will reveal something that has not been done in this fandom even once (to my knowledge) and it is going to be very entertaining. My characters will probably be OOC since I find it difficult to conform to original guidelines.

-clicheluver