Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own any of characters depicted below that you may recognize...they belong to forces higher then me, and I respect them and applaud them for their beautiful creations.

My name is Charlotte Dylan Eden Kirk. I was born in Washington D.C., a miracle baby, born two months early and weighing in at only six pounds.

Despite my shaky beginning, I was a healthy child, all creamy brown skin and dark curly hair. I had my mother's complexion but my father's dark eyes, my mother's fiery personality and my father's saving people instinct. I was doted on by my parents, whom for the first six years of my life, I only saw at the same time for 3 months out of the year.

My father was a highly decorated army physician, my mother a Captain, and active duty soldier. My mom and dad had conceived my brother when they were nowhere near ready to retire from the army, and so found themselves in the tricky situation of splitting leave and playing time evenly between the two of them. Five years later, by the time I'd show up, they'd figured out a bit of a plan.

They split their back and forth evenly, into 9 month segments, (luckily the army was only too happy to accommodate them, seeing as they were very high ranking, important officials.) One parent, (let's just say Dad,) would stay at home for six months, alone, then mom would finish her term and they would share three months of leave together, and then Dad would go off to his, and Mom would spend the rest of her six months of leave without dad. The plan was great, though it followed a three year circuit in which there would be three months out of the year where both parents weren't at home.

That was where my uncle Bobby, whom both my brother and I adored and whom lived with us my entire childhood till he passed away when I was eleven, would take over and be the parent. The third year of the circuit though, we would have at least one parent at home for the duration of the year.

It was an odd life I had as a child, but my parents were quite good at balancing their time at work and time at home, and I never once felt neglected. When I joined the army I did make a silent pact to never marry another soldier, not because I disagreed with how my parents raised me; more of the fact that I understood they remained the exception, and not the rule.

My brother and I were raised right, and we ended up well-rounded, decent children. Devon didn't join the army, which frustrated my father a bit, though Secret Service was still a worthy cause, so there weren't too many issues about it. I always knew I'd be a soldier though.

Maybe that was the reason I enjoyed the Avengers films so much…because I aspired to be them.

I never aspired to be stuck with them, though.

Loki frustrates me to no end.

I had a good life. Friends, family, Rhino, a job I loved and a purpose in life, and because of the stupid idiot I felt sorry for…now I have nothing.

I graduated high school with a 4.2. I was valedictorian, I coached our football team to a state championship sophomore, junior and senior year, and I was the class speaker for our graduation.

When I graduated from my boot camp class; I graduated as an officer with a rifle expert badge, the obstacle course first place timed ribbon, and an honorable mention for my numerous good deeds.

When I returned home from my first tour in Afghanistan, I came home with a medal of valor, a few less friends, and a plan to go back as soon as I could to continue the fight.

Now, everything I'd worked for was gone. I was starting completely from scratch here….Literally.

None of my accomplishments existed anymore.

I didn't exist anymore.

When I was younger, my favorite book in the entire world was titled, "Alexander's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." (I know, random subject change, but stick with me, it makes sense later.)

It's a disturbing, mostly pessimistic book about a child who's dealing with what he believes is the worst day of his life. Little does he know that as awful as it is; it's only a day. My mom liked to tell me; "the only thing one day does is affect how you are going to approach the next day. Remind yourself at the end of the night; when you wake up that terrible day will be over, in the past, and a bright new shiny day, filled with possibilities is just waiting for you."

Silly, but it stuck. Maybe instead of looking at this like the tragic end of my life, instead I need to change my approach. Maybe it's really the beginning of something new.

How stupid would I be to not take advantage?

Also; I'm not going to lie. You may be able to make a soldier out of a geek, but you can't take the geek out of the soldier!

Marvel Universe….bring it.

So, to be entirely honest, I was just going to leave it at that. But I realized I should probably mention a few things before I ditched out. Those things are as follows:

Loki actually used the stupid phone. It was literally a few hours after our little chat that he used it. Guess what he said. Maybe I'm sorry? Maybe, I dunno, some kind of platitude?

Nope. This is what I get from him.

Loki: Sentiment. –LL

Really Loki? Thank you for that riveting conversation starter. I am in awe.

So then I don't text him back. Because I'm a female, and revenge wise we're pretty passive aggressive. So then he texts me again, an hour after the first one.

Loki: I won't apologize. –LL

And what's with signing his initials? Is he Sherlock Holmes or something? Fine, he doesn't have to apologize. But I'm not going to text if he doesn't.

It was 24 hours before he caved.

Loki: FINE. I APOLOGIZE. –LL

Me: There. Was that so bad?

Loki: It was horrifying. Never again. –LL

Me: Drama queen.

Loki: *King. –LL

Me: Not yet.

Loki: Hmm? –LL

What does that mean? –LL

Are you going to explain –LL

Fine. Don't explain. –LL

Which….Sassy Loki is sassy. Let's just leave it at that. Anyway….so that conversation stopped there. We would hold a short conversation with each other a few times a day; both of us because we were bored, him because he felt guilty, and myself because I'm too much of a geek to ignore a NORSE LEGEND texts just because I was mad. But then I thought….Loki isn't the only one who can torture via text. So I began to turn our short conversations into very long ramblings….and to my surprise, Loki more or less went along with it.

Me: You suck.

Loki: you're moping about it again. -LL

Me: I don't like you.

Loki: You said you forgave me. -LL

Me: I LIED.

Loki: Try to think of the positives. -LL

Me: I got one.

Loki: It only took you three hours to think of one. Your optimism astounds me. -LL

Me: D'you want to hear it or not?

Loki: Proceed. -LL

Me: Steve Rogers Shirtless.

Loki: Well then. -LL

Me: *Picture Attached*

Loki: I stand corrected. That IS a positive.

Me: Should I punch him in his left boob?

Loki: Please don't -LL

Why the left one? -LL

Me: I dunno.

I'm gonna do it.

Loki: Don't. –LL

But if you do, tell me his reaction. –LL

Me: I think I broke him.

Loki: You did it then? –LL

Me: Oh yeah.

In other, totally unrelated news, I am now best friends with Clint.

Loki: Unrelated, hmm? –LL

Me: Heheheh.

I never said our conversations were meaningful. I honestly think he's just bored. I also think, and this is really a little bit depressing, that he's never had a friend who would would just… talk with him like I do. Also; it's not like I have friends either, so it's really a win-win.

It's obviously something I keep to myself, of course. I doubt my housemates would approve.

Which is maybe one of the reasons I'm actually doing it….ah well.

Another thing about said phone.

Said stupid phones NEVER RUN OUT OF BATTERY, AND ARE CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET FROM MY DIMENSION. Which has two advantages. One: charger cables are a thing of the past! (I had a problem with accidentally setting them on fire. Don't ask.) Two: I can IMBD everyone and anyone I've ever wanted! If I want to know Tony Starks birthday, or what year he was tortured, let me just check my little phone here. It's like River Song's book of spoilers but better because it's the internet which has access to everything! Which I just had a crazy thought…

Anyway! Third thing! I am studiously working on my glitching. Note I said studiously. It's only been a few weeks, but with that being the only thing that sets me apart, I've decided it's about time I start learning what I can really do. I can firmly say, that glitching now only has a whoosh type feeling; no worse no less.

Also; when attempting to purposely glitch, I find that it's easier when I'm turning while doing it. Steve, who for some reason has been put in charge of me, has been helping me document the characteristics of my glitching. Of course, Science, so Tony and Bruce found out and have jumped in to help recently. I mostly ignore the spies, to be honest, and Thor's not back yet.

But Bruce noticed that when I glitch without overthinking it, (which I have a problem with doing,) I just kind of…appear. But when I overthink it, there's a huge gust of wind accompanied with my appearance, which Tony thinks is way cooler. He's now trying to think of a cool superhero name for me.

Which, no thanks.

Though it would be kind of cool.

So there's that.

The biggest thing for me, really, is that I've come to the realization that I'm spending too much time writing it down. I've written out my life long enough. Now it's time to go live it.

So...Here I go.

Charlotte Dylan Eden Kirk. A soldier out of time, a woman whose powers are fueled by emotions, a genius who made friends easily and had a big heart, one that would lead her to philanthropy. An alien trapped in a world not her own, a spy in her own time, and one who would become one in this time. Charlotte's records begin when she was 19; almost as if she hadn't existed before them. In this world; she hadn't. This is her story.

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~CLC~