An Instant of Time - Avengers

First and Last

Files//Highly_Dangerous//Mutants//Location_Unknown

[Avengers_Initiative]

CODENAMED : Timepiece

NAME : Alora Jameson Westbrooke

ALIAS : The Timelady (Also known as Holmes and Wolfsbane)

ABILITIES :

Able to manipulate light, sound, speed, heat, gravity and time. Her two most notable and iconic abilities are her power to stop, speed up or slow down anyone's time stream, seemingly giving her the ability to teleport, and her power to hypnotise anyone by singing a particular song or melody for that person to do her bidding.

Is skilled with throwing knives, shooting arrows and is able to fire guns easily.

RANK : Assassin, detective

NATIONALITY : Part Russian part British.

RELATIONSHIPS :

Parents : Howard Richard Westbrooke, detective (DECEASED), Alisa Maria Silene, violinist and pianist (DECEASED)

OTHERS : Wanda Maximoff (ENHANCED) - ally, Pietro Maximoff (ENHANCED) - ally, Clara Oselene - ally.

APPEARANCE :

Naturally has ginger hair (EDITION : has dyed her hair green and blue.)

Pale skin, almost white.

Grey eyes.

Thin frame.

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Scanners reloading ... LOCATION FOUND.

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"SIR-" Agent Coulson said loudly, shaking himself from his former sleeping state, before clearing his throat awkwardly, "Sir, we've found her. Timepiece."

"Contact Agent Romanoff." Nick Fury said, not sounding completely over-joyed at managing to find one of humanities most powerful and unstable people, but seemed slightly happy (this, not really out of the normal way, Coulson wasn't that surprised), before hanging up.

Agent Coulson started to shift documents and files around his desk, before finding one stamped "HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL"on the front.

"We found her." He said into his earpiece, one hand occupied with the folder, and the other still shifting around in the mess of a table, before the highly trained agent could get a word in.

"I need her file, some gear probably, or would you rather go for the false pretence of there only being 'her and me'?" Her monotonous voice came through the line.

"I'll send Banner over with it."

"Fine. You seem over-excited. Are you big fan of her too?" She said, teasingly. Coulson cleared his throat and hung up.

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At some point before Natasha Romanoff got the news of S.H.I.E.L.D finding Alora, Alora Jameson Westbrooke was walking around the city, hood pulled tightly over her head, hands stuffed deep in her hoodie pockets. Wearing grey and black (her usual colours) she stood apart from the rest of the crowd, which was the opposite of what she wanted. Grumbling foreign profanity under her breath to herself, she took her regular trip to the cafe near her flat.

Her keen grey eyes scanned passers-by quickly, taking in what she thought was their life story, or at least what they had had for breakfast that morning. She scuffed her shoe on the pavement as she thought of what she wanted for breakfast. Before she stopped in her tracks completely, causing a teenage boy to walk into her.

After muttering an apology halfheartedly, she stared at a door knob on an empty shop lot for rent. The poster still hanging there, and with some slight graffiti on the not-so white walls.

She squinted at it, her eyebrows scrunched up. The door knob was the kind like a lever, not an actual knob. She stared and stared at it. After what seemed like a good few minutes for her, which was really only about half a minute, she confirmed to herself that the doorknob had been readjusted to be slightly higher than usual. Normally, she wouldn't at all have taken it into account, for it could have been by someone seeking shelter for rain, or maybe someone going into the wrong shop, or maybe it was a drunk someone trying to get into their 'house'?

But for whatever reason, she decided that today she would think about it long and hard. She had also spotted new graffiti on the bottom right corner of the door, but not being close enough, she couldn't make out what it was, or what it was saying. Then, frustrated, because at this point she realised that she was subconsciously testing herself, she noticed some small, small spray paint graffiti on the boarded up windows of the shop. She stood staring at them for a while, not really taking anything in, just fuming at herself for taking so long in one spot, and angrily thinking of the coffee choices at the cafe that she was craving, only teasingly twenty-something paces away.

Slowly, she turned around to face the shop behind her. There was a large red "SHI" graffitied on the alleyway part of it. She turned her head to the shop beside her. " EL+D" was written inside a heart on the lampost closest to it. She walked closer, reaching her hand out to touch it. Some wet paint rubbed onto her fingers.

These are new, she thought to herself, turning again to the shop behind her. Inside, a shadow darted from her vision. Strange.

Suddenly, a red headed woman wearing a tan leather jacket was standing beside her. Alora took her in quickly. She had a tough kind of look on her face, she seemed a good actress, leaning casually against the wall, clutching her bag tightly as if she had something to hide in there. But Alora knew better. It was all fake. She was obviously pretending to be someone trying to graffiti the place.

"Alora Jameson," She heard the woman mutter. Alora froze in her tracks; she was just about to walk away, and forget about the stupid door already.

"Wh-What?" Alora tried to sound defiant, but her voice cracked, spoiling the effect. She took glances of the woman furtively, without turning her body toward her fully. She was wearing sunglasses, her red curls waving slightly as she walked to stand beside Alora. They were shoulder to shoulder now.

"What do you want?" Alora said more forcefully this time. Wild thoughts of getting dragged into HYDRA, the place that she just very nearly managed to stay out from formed in her mind. Who was this woman?

"My name is Natasha Romanoff, agent of SHIELD. I'm here to talk about your Avengers Initiative."