Throne of Glass/Avengers Crossover

Part 1

i did this for kicks. it isnt a regular upload thing. (but come on we know i never update regularly)

Just a tiny bit of plot changes so the story makes sense: It's after Civil War, but The Accords aren't a thing and Steve and Tony are buds. And the ToG storyline kinda hasn't occurred, just note that Celaena has the amulet and eye.

I sat on the edge of the skyscraper, looking out at the New York skyline. Eleven years ago, my kingdom was conquered by Adarlan. The mighty kingdom of Terrasan and the house Galathynius, fallen. My life had changed drastically since that night. When I woke to my parent's bodies, I didn't know what to think. Then, getting raised by an assassin wasn't any better. When I was shipped off to Endovier, I had no clue that I would stumble upon a wyrdmark book a year later, or that it would take me to an alternate world.

Using the book, I landed in Asgard, I had no clue what the book did, but I knew everything. I had gained all of the knowledge about everything on Asgard, as well as everything about it. I lived there as an assassin for a couple of years, gaining a reputation with Odin and the Odinson, before growing old of it. Once more I opened the wyrd book and was off.

That's when I landed on Earth, again. My belongings from Asgard and Erilea were in this new apartment building I owned. A nice perk, whenever I jumped I receive a fully furnished, modernized apartment (or in this case, an entire building), millions and millions of the currency, and a life. From what I could tell Earth was nice. Granted I had only been here for a few days. The building was my favorite out of all the houses I had lived in, the four-story apartment had a library and art floor. They both contained items and trinkets from Erilea and Asgard, most of them were books, though.

When I had finally gotten settled, I went into the normal routine. I slowly shifted. Ever since I left Erilea my fire magic had returned and I could shift my forms. Most all Fae have secondary forms, mine is a human. It worked, and I quickly shifted back. It wasn't all that useful to have pointed ears and canines in a place full of humans with rounded ears and normal teeth.

Once my shifting was settled I looked to see what style of clothing was in my new wardrobe. Most of it was Earth clothes, but if you looked deeper into it, you could see Asgardian and Erilean clothes and weapons. The style I was given was a good mix of my personality, dark reds, blacks, blues, purples, and a bunch of boho thrown in for a bit of variety. The assassin suit Arobynn gave me still hung in the corner, polished and well-worn.

I was thrown back into reality when the sun rose just over Stark Tower, giving off a glare. I knew to stay well away from Stark, he was a well-known ally of the Odinson. I swung my legs over the ledge and opened the metal hatch leading down to the kitchen. Fumbling around for the light switch, I completely ignored the ring of the iPhone, still foreign to me. After I had breakfast, I decided to explore the city for the first time since my jump.

I shrugged off the sweatpants and hoodie, trading them out for black skinny jeans and a flowing red tank. The jacket I'd had since I was sixteen accompanied them. My blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I applied a generous amount of makeup to my face. As I was lacing up my combat boots to hide my knives sheathed at my ankles, my phone rang again. Sighing, I picked it up, walking out the door and heading down the street. Some random number was listed with the small words NYC underneath it.

"Hello?" I asked in a bored, kind of annoyed tone.

"Hello, Assassin."

My eyes widened a fraction. Odinson. I laughed and replied

"Yea, I might have killed a few spiders in my day, but I'm not an assassin!"

"You are, Heimdall saw you leaving Asgard."

"Dude, you are sooooo drunk and/or hungover. And please, don't call this number again."

"Good luck avoiding detection, Celaena Sardothien." And he hung up.

Oh, I was so screwed.