The Avengers: A Change of Fate

Part 1: Chapter 1

Nashira rode into Manhattan as the sunrise broke over the horizon. She raced her black motorcycle through the already building traffic. The tall buildings reflected the sunlight. It made for a captivating, yet blinding scene. Stella had never been to the Big Apple, but now wasn't the time to marvel its beauty. She had a mission.

A block away from the Avengers Mansion, Nashira turned down an alley and cut her engine. She left her bike there, hoping it wouldn't get stolen. From there, she jumped up to a fire escape and climbed it to the top before jumping to the roof. She roof hopped to the corner of the block where just across the street lay the mansion. Now came the hard part. Her zipline struck into the bricks and raised the alarms. She landed just as the torrents appeared, and dodged the bullets straight to the door. When she rang the doorbell, they stopped shooting.

Hawkeye opened the door, an arrow pointed at her face. The girl was about 5'5" to his guess with long, blonde wavy hair and green eyes. She wore a black leather suit with combat boots and a sword strapped to her belt. She backed away raising her gloved hands.

"Are you crazy? You could've gotten yourself killed!" Hawkeye chastised, his arrow still raised to her.

"I need to talk to the Avengers, now. It's very urgent." Nashira informed.

"There's a buzzer at the gate you know." Hawkeye replied with sarcasm.

"Would you really have let me in?" Nashira questioned, "I don't think so. Now I have your attention."

"Yeah you do. At least Black Panther was smart enough to sneak in. You just walk straight up to the door and knock." Hawkeye retorted.

Nashira rolled her eyes, "I'm not trying to sneak in. I'm trying to talk to the Avengers, like I said, it's urgent."

"What's so urgent that you have to break into one of the most guarded places on the planet?" Hawkeye asked.

Nashira locked eyes with him, "The lives of the Avengers," she said solemnly.

Hawkeye forced her back, his arrow inches from her face, "What are you playing at?" he growled.

"Please, if I wanted to kill you I would have by now. I wouldn't have come and knocked on the door that's for sure. I only want to talk, please," Nashira pleaded.

"You're serious about this?" Hawkeye asked.

"Yes," Nashira answered.

"Don't think about pulling any tricks," Hawkeye warned.

He escorted her through the doors, an arrow still drawn to her back. He led her to the conference room where the rest of the Avengers met her with guarded glares.

"Surrender your weapons. Now," Iron Man was fully clad in his armor.

Nashira glared at him. She reached for her sword. All the avengers tensed, raising their weapons. Nashira rolled her eyes, detached her sword from her belt and threw it on the lit table before her.

"I'm not here to fight," she said simply.

"We all know that's not your only weapon," Black Widow spat.

Nashira tensed. She didn't like this one bit, but she had no choice. She unclasped her belt and added it to the table with her sword.

"That's it," she proclaimed.

"Oh really? What about the knives in your boots?" Black Widow questioned.

Nashira looked at her with surprise. How did she know? She withdrew the knives strapped to her ankles and placed them on the table.