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Summary: Nick Fury recruits the imprisoned subject 'Girl Doomsday' to be part of his Avengers Initiative in order to stop Loki and the Chitauri. However, Rilla struggles with controlling her powers as well as her past and the guilt from it.

Hi guys, I usually write Walking Dead fanfic but this idea's been inside my mind for a while now and I just bought the Avengers DVD the other day so I have inspiration!

Good Morning Starshine

"Congratulations, Marilla Cain, on your birthday. Dinner tonight is chicken pot pie, crescent rolls, and a glass of Dr. Pepper. For dessert, three Oreo cookies and a glass of milk," the familiar robotic voice echoed inside Marilla Cain's chamber as the woman approached the table in the room and sat down. A few seconds later, two women in lab coats served her dinner as Rilla grabbed her knife and fork and began to dig into her meal. Most Friday nights would involve partying after a long week of work and getting out and enjoying the night life. For Rilla, it was eating meals inside a 12x13 room and forced to wear a metal visor attached to her cranium to prevent her accessing the part of her brain that helped control her 'talents'.

Today was Rilla's twenty-third birthday and this was the same birthday meal she had last year. And the year before. And so on.

"You have a visitor," the speaker over the intercom coolly told Rilla as she shrugged, lifting a forkful of her chicken pot pie as she awaited this so-called visitor. Rilla was immediately suspicious because nobody ever visited her.

In stepped a tall black man with an eye patch and she almost wanted to call him a pirate. He was wearing all black and he had a solemn but conserved expression on his face as he entered her cell and sat in a chair adjacent to where Rilla was sitting. He didn't say anything at first. He was probably studying her and making sure she was whoever he wanted to see.

"Who are you?" Rilla asked, setting down her utensil as she turned her head towards the man. He was interrupting her regularly scheduled dinner.

"You must be Marilla Cain. I'm Nick Fury and I'm here to offer you freedom."

Rilla snorted, almost tasting the chicken in her throat as she looked at him incredulously, raising a brow at his offer. He didn't seem so amused by her reaction but honestly, did he expect her to say "Yes, take me with you!" so easily?

"It's Rilla," she corrected him, "and I don't believe you."

The curve of his lip folded as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I find that hard to believe, Rilla. You really wanna be in this cell for the rest of your life?" he asked her.

Rilla frowned as she relaxed her shoulders, a sign of allowing the man to continue talking as she leaned forward onto the table. "So, what do I have to do for you that involves me leaving this place and getting this contraption off my head?"

"I have this project and I think you'd be a great addition for it. My team could use someone with your...abilities. If you do decide to join me, I promise you won't have to eat, sleep and breathe in this room ever again." Even with just one eye, his gaze was piercing her own eyes and something told her he was hiding a lot more than what he was saying. Even though Rilla was used to this room she called home, this strange man's offer was tantalizing.

She had lived in this cell for about four years now ever since the accident. Rilla was told she was a "threat to the American people" and that locking her away was a security measure to protect people, so really she was actually saving people by being inside. It just wasn't quite the kind of protection or saving Rilla imagined.

"Okay, I'm in," she accepted.

Nick Fury held out his hand and Rilla followed as they shook hands on their agreement. Rilla could hear beeping sounds as two scientists entered the chamber and removed the visor from her head. She rubbed her temples, how sore they felt from constantly wearing that inhibitor. Looking over her shoulder, Rilla took one last glance at what she had called home for a long time. It was time for Girl Doomsday to finally leave this stupid underground prison and say good morning starshine to the rest of the world.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Fury's second in command, Maria Hill, was walking alongside her boss, asking why on earth Nick Fury a) went somewhere unauthorized and didn't tell her where he was going and b) recruited a dangerous rogue to their misshapen team that she was already having uneasy concerns about.

"With what we're dealing with, Agent Hill, we could use someone with her abilities," Fury plainly stated, ignoring the insistent pleas of Hill.

"But don't you even remember what happened four years ago with her?" she declared, "why she was even in that cell in the first place?"

Fury had to turn himself around in order to see her fully as he answered, "Yes. I do. And this time around, shit won't hit the fan."

Hill was left in the middle of the monitoring room, the sounds of beeping computers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents running around. She sighed heavily as she muttered, "Shit's going to hit the fan with or without her help."

Rather short for a first chapter but this is more to test the waters and see if people like it. I hope Fury and Hill are in character, I always imagine Hill to be rather exasperated with Fury because he just barges through the red tape.