Aero (the Avenger)

She wasn't much of a fighter.
A loud crash echoed through her small apartment, amplifying as it made its way from room to room.
She didn't mind walking away from a conflict if it meant she wouldn't have to get involved.
Agitated yelling pierced its way through the tall apartment building, emanating from the busy New York streets below.
She preferred to keep to herself, watching the world play out its drunken course of wars, battles, and struggles right from her bedroom window.
Flames licked the side of her door frame.
She could safely blend into the bustling New York crowd, where nobody could ever find her, where nobody could ever uncover her secret.
Someone pounded on the door.
Nobody would ever find her powers.
The door came crashing down in a cloud of smoke and dust, and a figure of yellow and red iron appeared.
Not a soul would uncover who she really was.
"Hey, sleeping beauty! Your building is on fire!"

Pssst! HEY, YOU!
Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking to?
Uh... go easy on me, alright?
You know. My first story and everything.
All that happy trash.
Alsooooo this isn't gonna get done anytime soon. I've got a plot line kiiiiinda planned, but nothing really that will fill the gaps.
But hey, I'm trying, alright?
ANYWHOSIES
Enjoy whatever I have released so far!
~Barney~