"Directory Kelly, I think we've been compromised," one of the officers croaked nervously, causing his fellows to turn from their own terminals and curiously glance over toward him. The poor man almost jumped out of his skin as his announcement found the director suddenly standing over his seat and peering over his shoulder. "Report," she ordered, despite the answer staring at her straight from the screen. "T-the one known as Storm... I-I'm not sure but... I think she's watching us," the officer stuttered as he motioned toward the African teen with snow-white hair and piercing-white eyes on the monitor. "Perhaps," Kelly muttered thoughtfully in response before adding, "Keep an eye on her."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meanwhile, amongst the hustle and bustle of students, walked a literal goddess, whose thoughts were currently distracted by the unfriendly murmurings and snickers which seemed to follow her every step...<br/><br/>For Avalon true beauty had always been epitomised through acts of courage and strength (in all their forms) as well as in the wisdom to wield such, especially when in battle or to protect those dear. Unfortunately, much of the modern world didn't seem to agree with the powerfully built Goddess, with many likening her to a male; a backhanded implication that she did the average female no credit. Being a woman of good humour, the Asgardian didn't pay such jests much mind. Instead she watched with amusement as the very same mortals fawned over the weak wisps of women which adorned magazine covers and billboards. To her the world of men had become a mere shadow of its former self. She couldn't deny that even in Asgard there were men who coveted a more slender women, such as the elves, but at the very least the women of Asgard and the dwarven kingdom, Nidavellir, were given their due respect.<br/><br/>Avalon stood as a picture of godly perfection with a frame taller than any model and a flawless peaches-and-cream complexion which wrapped tightly over the rippling bulges of her biceps, rock-like abs and powerful thighs. And yet she was still no gem to the common human, even with a chest most men would likely ogle on any other woman, deep crystal-blue eyes, naturally glistening lips and short golden hair. Her only, yet apparently critical, "flaw" was her warrior's physique, something she wouldn't relinquish for all the boy-toys in the world. Even so, despite her imposing height and musculature, Avalon's gentle nature emanated from her like an aura; apparent in her tender, deliberate, motions and placid gaze. It was as if she treated the humans around her, powered or not, like helpless kittens; to be coddled and cared for. It was obvious enough that many would even dare to snigger behind her back as they pointed out her form or the ancient Mjolnir-hammer tied to her hip while muttering something along the lines of "hammer time" or some other tirelessly used innuendo.<br/><br/>The Goddess of Thunder had to bare with such commentary as she left the Stormvalley assembly, with her only reaction a small frown and disapproving shake of her head. SHIELD had warned her that the hammer might draw attention and even asked her to leave it behind, to conceal her identity. Avalon at first refused... on both accounts. As a warrior of Asgard she did not believe in hiding and disguises; trickery which was worthy more of her brother Loki. And she certainly didn't see the wisdom in leaving a sacred weapon with a group of complete strangers. In the end however the two parties reached a compromise, with Avalon keeping her hammer but donning the attire of an "average" human. She currently wore a sleek, black, leather jacket which opened in the front to reveal a short, grey, tank-top. Around her waist she kept a thick, black, belt (which she tied Mjolnir to) with a silver buckle moulded into the shape of a curled dragon. The belt in turn hung over a pair of dark, latex, pants which seeped into her similarly-coloured, knee-high, goth boots.<br/><br/>Once out of the Stormvalley structure and lost in her thoughts, the Asgardian almost found herself walking over a young man. She had come to a stop just in time but still felt the need to apologise, unaware of the fact that the teen (known as the amazing Spider-Man to some) likely sensed her presence long before any possible collision. As the Goddess of Thunder glanced down, she noticed with disdain the uniform the leanly built boy was wearing. SHIELD had tried to force Avalon into a similar attire but had luckily found nothing that could fit, even amongst the male uniforms. To the Asgardian Peter Parker seemed like your average teen with boyish good looks topped off with a neat, russet-coloured, do and a somewhat bored look. As far as she could tell, there was nothing overtly spectacular about the teen and he seemed to carry himself with a certain timidity; not unlike a young Loki. Still, this didn't excuse the Asgardian's lack of focus.<br/><br/>Avalon was about to express her regret when the young man suddenly started toward the school building, his mind clearly lost as she watched him rub his eyes before beginning his swift walk. She had to wonder if he'd even noticed her presence. It was almost disconcerting how much she sometimes blended in with the humans. With Peter Parker gone, the Asgardian decided to see what the fuss was about across the street. All she could tell from her vantage was that a vendor of sorts was dealing in a type of frozen earth delicacy. The line appeared frustratingly long however and by the time she came close the goddess was already having second thoughts. Instead she found her attention drawn to a second peculiarity. Amidst all the students, a small group was forming.<br/><br/>With her interest piqued, Avalon approached the trio, Storm, Beast and Colossus...<br/><br/>"Greetings mor-" Avalon held her tongue before she could finish, suddenly remembering a bit of parting advice on SHIELD's part. It would be difficult to maintain a disguise if she continued playing the role of a god, although most didn't seem to believe it even when she freely announced her heritage. The extended and hearty laughter of SHIELD agents continued to ring in her ears as she remembered the last time she discussed the topic.<br/><br/>"I apologise if I am interrupting but I wished to have words with you," she stated bluntly as her focus turned to the only woman she could meet eye-to-eye amongst all the others. Even in Asgard very few could match the thunder goddess in height and build and so when she spotted the colossal woman amongst all the others, she couldn't pass the opportunity to say hello. While she spoke directly to the dark-haired amazon, Avalon wasn't ignorant of the others in the group. The two, Storm and Beast, shared a height, flawless features and apparently mood (since both currently appeared a little flustered) but otherwise the teens were like night and day. The raven-haired Caucasian maintained the subtle lines of muscle which defined an athlete. And while the teen with skin of ebony and hair of silver lacked such toning, Avalon could sense something else, a familiar but powerful spark.<br/><br/>As for the mountain among the hills...<br/><br/>A small part of Avalon was curious as to the type of person such a strong figure might hide. Her deep brown eyes did betray a touch of gentleness but the Asgardian could have said the same of her brother before he'd gone mad. However, it wasn't simply the young woman's personality or the question of how she used her strength which drew the goddess. It was the sight of a challenge and the competitive nature of the Asgardian to test herself against such an obviously strong human. "I am Avalon," she held her hand out in greeting as she introduced herself, with a curious smile playing across her lips.