Hello there Avengers fans! Welcome to my newest story based on the movie! SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE! Hope you all enjoy and thanks for taking the time to even bother reading it!(though sadly I own nothing but my original character*tears!*)

Prelude~

The annoying buzzing sound of an alarm clock echoed throughout the tiny apartment bedroom, bouncing off the single window as if trying to escape. On a twin size bed lays a semi awake young woman with her hair splayed across her pillow, one hand underneath to support her head. A hand sneaks out from the cozy blanket and from the palm of the raised hand shoots out a blast of black fire, effectively hitting the damned alarm clock and sending the poor device across the room and against the wall. A groan comes from the figure cuddled in the security that is her blanket and a head peeks up to see the damage. There's no hole in the wall, but she's going to need to buy another alarm clock, again. As the figure slowly uses her elbows to rise up, stretching her back and arms over her head, she carefully gets out of the bed. Standing on her lean legs, the figure tilts her head side to side trying to wake up. The woman is tall, about five feet six inches with a toned figure after years of training. Her hair is ebony tinted with blue streaks, her face oval with a high forehead and cheekbones. Her nose is slightly turned upwards, her chin slightly pointed but not overly so but it's her eyes that catch everyone attention. Almond shaped, they are the color of blue ice with flecks of silver in the iris. So strange and unique are her eyes many simply dismiss them for contacts, if they only knew better. After forcing her brain to turn on, the woman walks out of the tiny bedroom into the kitchen/family/dining room of her apartment. Heading over towards the tiny kitchen she turns on the Keurig coffee maker and pulls out a cup before placing it under the machine. As she flits about the kitchen her phone begins to ring and she turns her head towards the offending sound wondering who the hell would call so damn early. Shrugging, she doesn't answer but instead lets the machine take it, the soft beep alerting her that someone actually is on the other end.

"Ms. Williams, it's me, I don't think I need to say who it is." the deep masculine voice says over the machine and jumping from surprise the woman drops her fresh cup of morning coffee.

"Damn it!" she cries as she grabs a towel to mop up her mess. As she does the voice continues on,

"I want you to buzz me in, it's rather important that I see you. It's official business if you catch my drift." groaning as she wipes up her spill, she tosses the towel into the sink before marching over to her call box, peering into the small screen to see a man dressed in all black from trench coat to boots standing in front of her apartment complex, his one eye not covered by an eye patch glaring into the camera.

"Shit it's really him." the woman says as she hits the 'enter' button on the box before rushing to get dressed. It's not every day that the Director of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division comes to your door demanding entrance on 'official business'. After shutting her bedroom door and locking it, the woman grabs a pair of jeans off the floor and a bra before getting a blouse from the dresser. As she changes the man known only as Director Fury heads up the twenty story building towards the last door on the left hallway. When he's in front of the door he looks down at the mat that reads 'Get Lost!' and smirks. Back inside the apartment the woman is now clothed and unlocking her bedroom door goes over to her front door upon hearing the loud knocking, no, banging on her door. When said door is open she leans against the doorframe and looks the Director right in the good eye asking,

"What's up doc?" the man narrows his good eye before stepping around the woman and into the apartment, without her permission. Growling low in her throat, the woman shuts the door silently thinking to herself 'this isn't good'.

"Ms. Williams, what do you know of the Tesseract?" the man asks looking disdainfully around the kitchen/family/dining room.

"Not a thing, as usual." the woman replies now leaning against the closed door, her arms crossed over her chest.

"And what do you know of the Avengers Initiative?" the man asks turning his glare back to the woman, his face a hard mask of indifference. Sighing deeply before shaking her head, the woman repeats what she knows of the Top Secret 'Avengers Initiative'.

"The Avengers Initiative was set up to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. This was to include Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow and Hawkeye. But the project went belly up and never happened." when finished the woman looked to the man standing in the middle of her apartment before asking,

"What about it?"

"Were bringing it out of the dark." he said simply putting a manila envelope on her coffee table, words in bright red reading 'Top Secret' and 'Avengers Initiative'. Looking from the folder up to the man and back again, the woman laughs. And I mean really, really, laughs. With hands on her upper legs to support herself, the woman tries to calm the hell down when she realizes he's being one hundred percent serious. Standing back up, she whips away a tear of mirth before managing out,

"You really mean it don't you?"

"It's our last option at the moment." the man replies walking back over towards her, his hands behind his back. Coming to stop just before her, the man does a once over of the woman before saying,

"I'm offering you a proposition."

"Go on." the woman says glaring hard at the fact she has some idea of what he's going to say.

"I want you to join the team, suit up. Join the fight you've been training for your whole life-"

"The life you stole!" she retorts angrily and stepping around the massive wall that is Director Fury she huffs her way over to the coffee table to grab the folder. Just as she picks it up she hears him say,

"You still have red in YOUR folder." that cuts deep, deeper than he actually means and he makes that revelation when he sees her body being slowly engulfed with black fire. Slowly reaching for his sidearm, the man holds on to it as he raises the other hand saying,

"Calm down Sara." he uses her name, her first name and this amazingly does the trick for the flames dissolve themselves. When the fire is put out, so to speak, the woman looks at the Director and says,

"Count me in, as long as I get your WORD that the red comes out." with a tight smile, the man removes his hand from the sidearm and keeps his hand out for her to take.

"Deal." he says simply as she takes the hand and shakes it. After she shakes his hand, her hand being much warmer than his despite the fact she no longer was on fire, the Director puts his hand to his ear and presses on the small earpiece saying into it,

"Agent Nightshade is suiting up." which gets a wicked smile from the woman as she lifts her free hand and it erupts into flame.