A/N: Hello! Sorry to have taken so long, I had to very much think about it before starting rewriting it... ^^ In fact, you can thank Mac and Tom Hiddleston himself for putting your eyes on this story again: the first for the most precious advices and infos on the Avengers' comics and of American's Secret Services, and the second for showing me too much hotness on television trailers than necessary.

So, yeah, in you go! :)

1. Me? I'm just a mutant!

Liana's POV

Okay, just so that it's clear, it had to be done.

I woke up on one of those days when I could precisely tell what had to be done. I just knew. Never got it why.

So, I just jumped out of the sleeping bag I had thrown behind trashed cars, took my sword, wrapped in on my back as usual, and ate a single lonely apple before going where I knew I had to go.

Not that I knew how it'd have gone. No, not that. In fact, I just knew I had to contact Nick Fury, but didn't know where to. But I certainly knew how.

Oh, something else. I really knew about the Avengers Assemble. I did. How did I ever come to put my eyes on one of these classified informations? Let me tell you.

o°o°oFlashback°o°o°

It had been on a horrible day that I had come to meet the famous Dr Bruce Banner. I was hanging out something in Northern Mexico when I came to cross some huge beast's path. Needless to say that I had to freak out a while before running away.

I've never been that much of a coward, but I had to admit that seeing a three meters tall green thing which growled and showed a serious lack of gentleness jump in front of you wasn't the most pleasant sight.

It was after Hulk kicked me in a wall and after I got back up that he started to have doubts.

The beast turned back into Dr Bruce. Who wasn't the most talkative person in the world.

Of course, he had to check my vitals. Of course I had to explain why I wasn't dead. And of course, we spent the rest of the day speaking about science and the fact that one shouldn't ever mess with gamma rays.

Almost a month after that, Bruce called me personally to ask for assistance as he thought he had found a cure. Of course, Hulk only reappeared, very angry, and I took on me to calm him down. Meaning I had to break a few bones and raise from the dead at least three times before he turned back into human form.

After that day, Bruce always called when he was close to something, "in case it went wrong". Except that day.

See, he had called from Brazil, and I was back to Seattle, so I had to take a few planes and taxis before reaching him. And, of course, when I arrived, he was gone. Thanks General Ross. Bloody step-father, or something close. Never saw her for real, Bruce's girl. Just a photograph. Not bad, though really too stupid to run after the man of her life, if you want my opinion.

Anyway, I got into his lair, and found a computer, still opened on the mailbox. Unread mail: one. Curiosity, sane curiosity. As the mail had for topic Avengers Initiative, I opened it. Of course.

After that I got jealous. S.H.I.E.L.D was putting together a team of superheroes, and I wasn't even invited? And Hulk was? That wasn't good at all for my temper.

o°o°o°o°o°

I had to think about it for about a year before taking a decision. And then, as I've been homeless for a while, I decided I had nothing left to loose.

After getting settled, I took a cab, direction Washington D.C. Not far from where I had been sleeping, though I couldn't recall the name of the town.

The cab left me not that far from my destination, so I finished by foot.

The White House wasn't as beautiful as in the magazines. But I wasn't about to redecorate.

I didn't really think about it before walking to one of the guards' cabin and knock on the glass.

The man pushed a button and a microphone cracked.

"Yes, can I help you?"

I smiled a very convincing smile. And I threw a dagger of the control panel of the security barrier. "Yes, you can. I'm here to kill the President. Can I see him, please?"

The man freaked out, though didn't show it, and pushed several buttons in front of him. Then, he quickly got out of the cabin, a gun pointed on my face. "Stay where you are. Show me your hands."

I sighed, and slowly got my hands up. Then, with a devilish grin, I put them higher and higher, until I reached my sword's hilt on my back.

He didn't loose it. And I got the first bullet in the arm. Perfectly placed, where it would wound but not bleed to death. Skilled men indeed.

I grinned even wider, and showed him as my skin just closed and left nothing but an almost invisible scar which disappeared a moment after.

This time his eyes widened and he pushed another button on his sleeve.

I must say I was impressed. I hadn't heard them come. And yet, there were several men, all posted behind me, all wearing black suits.

One of them didn't ask permission before shooting a dazing needle on my neck.

Before I collapsed, I had the time to deliver a message. "Nick Fury."

And then everything blanked.

So, better for a first one? :)