Throne of Glass/Avengers Crossover

Part 3

I woke up to a white, solid glass trap. Groaning I tried to sit, but Thor's hammer still rested on my chest.

"Hey, bucko! Forgetting something!"

Thor raised his hand and the hammer flew off my chest into the open door. I vaulted up, inches away from the door only to have it slam on my face. Shouting profanities in every language, mainly English and Asgardian, at the Odinson.

"YOU LITTLE SON OF A BI-" I was interrupted by the leader, the man standing on the outside of the group, silently observing me.

"Did you come here to make my ears bleed?" A moment of silence followed. Just as I was about to open my mouth he began again. "Good. So you've gained a reputation in three realms, at what, the age of nineteen. Must be good then." I huffed angrily before he could continue though I added,

"You try waking up in your parent's bed, covered in their blood. Running away from them, falling in a freezing cold river, only to be saved by the King of the Assassins. Raised as his protégée, from the age of eight. Earning the titles Queen of the Underworld and Adarlan's Assassin at the age of fifteen. You try to spend one year as a slave in a salt mine. See where that gets you. Killing is all I know."

Looking around the room, all of their eyes were glazed with horror and or sympathy. Even this man's one eye betrayed him and showed emotion. Anger, not sympathy.

"Liar." His only word. I must have hit a nerve.

The Odinson contradicted him. Siding with me for once.

"Fury, this one speaks the truth. A record of Terrasan, her home, was left behind in her apartment on Asgard."

"Well, let's leave you alone for a few hours, or until you decide not to kill us, then we'll talk."

Every single one of them left the room. Natasha, however, stayed.

"Looks like I'm not the only assassin now. Nice healing, that jaw was shattered." Then she walked out leaving me to the glass tank.

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After about an hour I started getting bored. Using my fire I sent colored, heatless flames, a perk I learned on Asgard, in from of the cameras watching me. Coating my fist in flames, I punched as hard as I possibly could. The glass and metal surrounding the frame melted. There was about a five foot hole in the thing. Just large enough. I found my way to the side room where my bags and weapons were being kept. Once I had gotten all my weapons, I recalled one of the female guards in a black shirt and sleek ponytail. Rummaging through the bag, I grabbed the shirt I had just bought. It was a tight, long sleeved, black crop top, perfect for blending in. Once I looked the part, I tried to find, or listen, for the Avengers. I found a nice air duct, and stared hearing voices.

"Steve, you know why we brought her." Natasha.

"Nat, I know. But she's so young. Do you really think it's a good idea to bring her?"

Looking down from my vent, I saw this glass table, screens covering the entire thing. All the Avengers were sitting around it. Captain America, Steve, The Winter Soldier, Bucky, Thor, Iron Man, Tony, The Black Widow, Natasha, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Wanda, Hawkeye, Clint, Hulk, Bruce, Black Panther, T'Challa, Falcon, Sam, and Doctor Steven Strange all crowded the table. Only one chair was open. Seeing my chance, I broke the vent and dropped into the chair.

"What ya talkin bout?" I asked in the cherry tone as I swung my legs over the seat's arm rest.