It was the midst of a battle between some cathulu looking creatures and humans that you had found yourself in the midst of one spring morning three years ago. It was the third attack on Earth that you had heard about and the first you had actually experienced. During the battle you had found yourself saving a dark haired ma’s life by springing into action and striking down a cathulu baby as you called them. You had later learned from the S.H.I.E.L.D. files that they were called Tyven, a race from a planet more covered in water than earth. You had also learned that the dark haired man who you had saved was the very same demi-god who had been the first to attack earth, Loki. You had been inducted into S.H.I.E.L.D. after they had learned of what you did for Loki and been trained as a ground officer. Meaning you got a job in a government building to keep an eye on things. With your new salary you had bought a three story house and were able to live quite comfortably. That was, most of the time. Every once in a while someone from the Avengers team, which included Loki, took up residency with you. You didn’t mind really, but you really didn’t like when the God of Mischief paid you visits. Which was more often than any other Avenger in all honesty.
You sighed as you pulled yourself form the couch, making your way to the front door as someone had rung the bell and pulled open the door to reveal all the Avengers standing on your porch.
“Great, what are you all doing here?” you sigh, stepping back to allow them entrance and shut the door once everyone was in the living room. “So what’s the special occasion?’ you turn to them and cross your arms, an eyebrow raised.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own birthday!” Tony gasps.
“Birthday? Oh…” you check the date on your phone. “I guess it is my birthday… what of it?” you sigh, putting your phone back in your pocket and glancing between them.
“You jest… don’t you wish to celebrate?” Loki questioned.
“Not especially. I see no point, haven’t in years.” You shrug, walking into the kitchen and sighed. ‘Why bother with birthdays anymore?” you went to make a drink when a hand grabs yours. It was cold, clammy and slimy. Your body stiffened, this was a Tyven hand. You went to turn to it when a knock to the head sent you to the floor. “T-Tyven!” you shouted, grabbing the knife you kept bound to your ankle and scrambled to your feet as the others rushed in.
“(Y/n)?!” Bruce cried.
“Tyven why are you here?” Thor growled.
“Revenge on the mortal. She killed many of my kind.” The creature snarled.
“Only because your kind tried to kill me.” You snap, reading your knife and shook the blood that was dripping into your eye away.
“She is to be killed; she was not a part of your group but an observer. She was not to fight.” The Tyven growled, slapping your knife away and yanking you into a choke hold. You’d forgotten how fast the species was.
“Well excuse me for not just standing there and being killed.” You wince as it jabs a sickle into your neck. ‘Great…”
“Let her go and you may leave with your life.” Thor spoke softly. No one was paying attention as Loki muttered something under his breath.
“My life means nothing, this girl dies now!” the Tyven went to slit your throat when a green-ish blue light surrounded your body. You yelped as you felt your bone structure shift and a strange sensation raced through your body. You shut your eyes, collapsing to the floor as you head shouts of agony coming from the Tyven.