Hello, everybody. Raptor2216 here. For those of you who know me, I've been focused pretty much solely on my one of my other fanfictions, Jurassic Avengers. It's been the only fanfiction I've worked on for months. Well, the wait is over. I'm finally starting another fanfiction: Avengers of Panem.

I actually have two new fanfictions in the works. The other is a Dolphin Tale fanfic, but, since I had a request for this story, and that has so far been the only one I have received, I will be starting this one first. The Dolphin Tale fanfic, for those who are interested, should be up before January 4, hopefully.

As the title suggests, this will be an Avengers-Hunger Games crossover. It will involve Katniss becoming an Avenger, and leading the new generation of Avengers. All the Avengers will be people taking on the mantle of old heroes. There will be one totally new hero, but he won't be a permanent member.

I hope you guys will give me your suggestions. As of now, my plan is for this story to be 30 chapters long, with an epilogue that will basically be a re-written Mockingjay epilogue. Also, some things that happened in the book won't happen here.

I hope you all enjoy the story.

P.S.- I may do some chapters in third person, but I'll try to do most of them in first-person from Katniss' point of view. I'll try to write it in the present tense like the books, but I may occasionally lapse into the past tense, as that's how I'm used to writing fanfiction. Also, this story begins after the District 8 scene, but well before the Victor rescue.

Chapter 1- A Meeting of the Times

I slightly shift my position in my bunk as my dreams shift. I've been sleeping better than I have in a while. No nightmares have plagued me for the past two nights.

Suddenly, I snap awake and shot up into a sitting position. All of a sudden, an image had cut into my dreams. It was an image of white five-pointed star, set on a blue blackground.

I've dreamed about this image before. The first time was the night after my father died. The second time was the first night after I first went hunting on my own. Two nights after I first met Gale in the woods, I dreamed about the star for the third time. The fourth time was that first night after I got Ladie for Prim. The fifth time was my first time sleeping in the Capitol, before my first Games. The sixth game was the night after they announced the Quarter Quell. I dreamed about it again the night before the Quarter Quell. Then, the night after I arrived in 13 was the eighth time. Then, tonight was the ninth.

I sit there for a few moments, puzzling over it. Even after all these years, and all the thinking I've put into the matter, I've still been unable to figure it out. I've brought it up with my mother before, and she admitted she's had dreams about the same star before, but has no better idea than me as to what it is and what it means.

I sit there for a few more moments, puzzling over the star. Suddenly, I get the strange feeling that I am being watched.

I turn my head. Standing at the foot of my mother and Prim's bed is a man I have never seen before.

For several moments, we stand there, examining each other. He looks like he could be in his 70s or 80s. His hair is gray. His eyes are a deep blue, and have a slight twinkle in them, though I can't tell from what. He's also not wearing the traditional military outfit of 13. He's wearing simple blue jeans, and a black t-shirt, although it's mostly hidden under a black overcoat. He looks like he's lived a healthy lifestyle. But, behind all this, there's something about him that suggests an aura of wisdom.

We stare at each other for several moments. Then, right as I open my mouth to speak, the man finally opens his mouth and speaks, in a softer voice so as not to wake my mother and Prim. "Katniss Everdeen. So, I finally I get to meet the famous Mockingjay."

I roll my eyes. I've had people come into my compartment just to meet me. But what he says next catches me off guard.

He looks me over once, then says, "Hmm. You don't disappoint. You definitely live up to your ancestry."

I'm confused when he says this. What on Earth does he mean by that?

"Umm, what do you mean?" I ask. "You'll find out soon enough," he replies.

I pause for a few moments, then ask, "Excuse me, but who are you?" He stares at me for a second before replying in a casual manner, "Oh, just another citizen of 13."

I instantly disbelieve him. There's just something about him that tells me that he is far more than just an ordinary man. Plus, nobody, least of all anyone from 13, has said the kinds of things he's said to me before.

He looks at me for another few moments, then says, "I would like you to come with me. There's is something that I need to show you."

I roll my eyes again. Every time somebody has come to say that to me, it's generally been something I didn't end up liking, or thought was not very interesting or worthwhile. The only exception was when Beetee showed me my new bow.

"Really? Well, if it really is important, I'm sure it can wait until morning. Now, I would like to get back to sleep," I say bluntly before lying down.

I've only just closed my eyes when I hear a slight rustle. Then the man says, "Are you sure about that?"

I sit up a little, just enough to prop myself up with my elbow, and turn towards him, ready to hurl some insult or irritated remark at him. But, as I open my mouth, I see a picture in his right hand I hadn't noticed before.

Then, I'm sitting upright. The picture is of a white five-pointed star on a blue background. The same as the one from my dreams.

Before I can do anything, the man slips the photo back into his pocket. "I see. Well, in that case, I guess I will leave and come back later."

He turns around but I say, "Wait. Th-that picture. Where did you get it?"

The man stops. For a moment, he's quiet, then he says, without facing me, "Ahh. So you do recognize this photo." He turns around to look at me. On his face is a sly grin. "Excellent," he says.

"Wh-what is it?" I ask him. "The answer is part of what I want to show you. Do you want to come see it now?" he says.

"Y-yes. Give me a minute to change," I tell him. "Okay. I'll wait outside for you," he responds.

The man steps outside the compartment as I change into my 13 military outfit. As soon as I finish changing, I hurry out of the compartment.

The man leads me to an elevator. When we get in, he presses the button to take us to the bottom most floor of 13.

It takes several minutes to reach the bottom. By that point, I'm starting to get impatient again.

Once we exit the elevator, he leads me through a network of corridors until we arrive in one that is long and completely deserted. About halfway down the corridor, he suddenly turns to face a totally blank section of wall. He presses a spot on the wall that I now see is slightly discolored. It sinks in, revealing itself to be a button. A slot opens, and a keyboard pops out. The man types in a password, there's a small beep, the keyboard slides back in, and a section of wall right next to the spot where the keyboard popped out. Behind the opening, I can see a set of stairs leading down.

"There's more levels?" I ask. "Only a few. They're home to special research labs. Only a few people in 13 besides the scientists know about the labs. This is where I work."

He leads me down the stairs. The door closes behind us.

As we head down the stairs, he tells me about the labs. "Each floor is dedicated to research on a specific field. The first floor is dedicated to research on developing improved weapons systems and military technology. The second floor is dedicated to research on agriculture and food development. The third floor is dedicated to research on the earth itself, including natural resources and how best to utilize them. it also deals with developing alternate energy sources. The fourth floor is dedicated to research on improving electronics and medicine. And the fifth floor is dedicated to research on history and the earth's past. The scientists there are mainly archaeologists. The fifth floor is where we are headed."

I look at him. I knew there was something different about him, but now I'm getting the feeling that there's far more to him than I originally thought.

"Who exactly are you?" I ask him.

He's quiet for a while. It's not until we've reached the third floor that he speaks. "I am a historian. I'm also a military strategist. In exchange for my occasional advice, President Coin leaves me alone to conduct my research. It's the main subject of my research that I'm taking you to see."

We soon reach the fifth floor. As we walk through the labs, the scientists look up from their artifacts and writings to look at us. They give almost a salute to us. It's clear also from the way they're looking at us, or more the man, that he is a well-respected person among these researchers. It makes me wonder even more who this guy is.

He leads me into the corridor that leads to the scientists' living quarters. But, instead of taking me into those living quarters, he leads me into another corridor that branches off from the main one.

This new corridor is very long, and has no doors or other corridors leading off from it. The only thing in the corridor besides the hanging lights are the large double doors at the end.

Just before we reach the doors, he stops, and so do I. Then, he speaks for the first time in a while.

"Beyond these doors are the results of years of research. Not only that, but a treasury that happens to contain some of your family history."

I'm confused by this, but, before I can say anything, he turns and opens the doors.

He leads into the room, which is pitch black. He then shuts the doors, effectively cutting off all light.

"Wh-" I start to say, but, before I can say anything beyond that, he flips on the lights.

I'm stunned by what the light reveals. Scattered throughout the room are glass cases, holding an incredible array of objects. One not far from me holds a magnificent bow with a matching quiver. Another close one holds a jumpsuit that is red in color with black webbing. Also in the case are gloves and a mask of similar design, with large white eye patches on the mask.

Along the wall is a case with three suits of what I can only describe as armor. The first is a large, bulky grey on, the other two are sleek, red and gold ones that look much more dangerous. Hanging from the ceiling is a metal pack with wings sprouting out of it. Right next to me is a black suit, with matching mask that has two small bumps on the top and white patches right where the eyes would be exactly the same size as eyes. The fingers of the suit end in what look like claws, and next to the suit are knives made of a metal that looks like steel, but at the same time doesn't.

Amidst these and all the other objects in the room, the case standing right in the center of the room makes me catch my breath. It holds a circular shield. In the center of the room is the star from my dreams, set within a blue circle. The rest of the shield is painted in red and white rings.

I can hardly take in everything I'm seeing. I turn to look at the man. He too is looking at the artifacts, with a look on his face akin to reverence.

"Wh-wh-what is this?" I ask.

"Katniss, this is the legacy of some of the greatest people to have ever lived," he says. He then spreads his arms out and says, "Katniss Everdeen, behold the relics, of the Avengers."

CLIIIIIIFFFFFHANGEEERRRRR! (Sorry about that, but I decided to have fun with it)

I am sorry for that cliffhanger, but I thought this would be a good place to stop. I hope this chapter was alright.

Please give me your reviews of this chapter and what you thought of it. I hope you're as excited as I am for the rest of the story. Also, give me your guesses as to which characters will become which heroes.

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, and hope you are all eager for my next updates.

Happy New Year to all!

Raptor2216 out.