This is my first avengers fic so please bear with me. I may get some things wrong. This is the only full chapter set immediately after the New York Invasion. This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, not the comics. I know nothing about the comics. Please R&R with any mistakes I've made or any feedback. Don't be afraid to tell me what I'm doing wrong. I'm still learning, so any help would be appreciated. Enjoy
~CSA
Rebecca Barnes was salvaging what was left of her belongings from the remains of her bedroom. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment with her parents in New York City, though it was soon to become New New York in her mind, given the construction needed after the freak alien attack on the city. It had been recommended to Becky's parents that Becky be enrolled in some self-defense classes, just in case she was attacked. I'm not entirely sure an alien attack is exactly what my parents had in mind when they signed me up for those classes, Becky thought, and her eyes welled up. Becky had been separated from her parents during the attack, and they had both been killed trying to find her. Becky had no other family, and now she was back at her old home, trying to pack before social services took her to an orphanage. There wasn't much left, but Becky collected what she could, and put them into a duffel bag. She found a few tops, some pants, one dress, some comfortable walking shoes, a pair of heels and flats, and all the war memorabilia from her great uncle's time in the war. She always wore his dog tags. They made her feel safe and secure. Becky put her hand on her chest and felt them under her t-shirt. She lifted them out, and looked at the engraving;
BARNES
JAMES
694-36-0158
A POSITIVE
NON-AFFILIATED
Becky had never met the man she looked up to. He had died in the Second World War. The legend of Bucky Barnes made Becky want to protect her country with her whole self. She'd even heard stories that he was a friend of Captain America's. Sure, Becky had many photos of her great-uncle with someone who resembled Captain America, but he was a little weedy to be the superhero that'd saved so many lives in the past week. Becky felt a shadow pass over her, and she turned her head to look up at the social services man staring down at her.
"Is that everything?" he asked. Becky nodded.
"Yes." She lifted the single box with everything she held dear; a photograph of her parents on their wedding day, a photo from the day she was born, a photo of Becky sitting on her father's shoulders with her mother smiling up at them, and everything that belonged to Bucky Barnes. Becky had her clothes on top of these. She lifted the box into her arms, refusing assistance, and went to put it in the boot of the car. She never made it. A tall man in dark clothes blocked her path. Again, Becky was faced with someone looking down at her. Unusually, this man was looking at her with one eye. He was wearing an eye patch.
"Rebecca Barnes," the man said.
"Yes?" Becky was unsure what the man wanted with her. Becky's response seemed enough for the man, and he faced the social services rep.
"We'll take it from here." The man had a firm grip on Becky's bicep, and lead her towards a strange looking plane. Becky looked at the man with questioning eyes. You want me to get in that? her eyes said.
"Yes." Somehow the man knew exactly what Becky was asking. Usually people stared at her with a blank look on their faces. Becky moved past the unusual looking man and took a seat closest to the pilot. The man climbed in after her, and sat in the seat opposite. The door closed and the plane took off.
"My name is Nick Fury. I am the director of a top secret organisation known as S.H.I.E.L.D. We're taking you to our headquarters now."
"What do you want with me?"
"We saw you in the battle on New York. Your skills are unparalleled by anyone your age. Believe me, we've checked."
Becky barely remembered what she had done in the battle. In an adrenaline pumped state, Becky had stopped some of the freaky aliens from hurting a group of kids running from some shrapnel falling from the sky. The chitauri had attacked her, but she had taken them all out easily using some of the simple moves she had been taught in her self-defense classes. If this made her the best S.H.I.E.L.D. had seen, then what the hell had she been learning? Becky stayed quiet the rest of the journey, while Nick Fury explained that she would be taken to headquarters for a briefing and training to enter the organization as an agent. Becky felt her stomach drop as she lurched forward. Fury simple gripped her arm to make sure she was stable, then stood and said, "we're landing on the deck."
"Deck?" Becky thought they were going to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, not a boat. The doors to the quinjet opened, and Becky followed Fury out and found herself standing on the deck of a large flying contraption.
"It's called the helicarrier." Fury seemed to read Becky's mind again. Becky looked around, pivoting a full 360 degrees. When she turned back, Becky noticed Fury had moved off without her. Becky struggled to catch up, but found path blocked by Fury himself. Sweeping his hand back, Fury announced, "welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D."