August 30th 2012

Klara spun around in her sister's desk chair as Izabella chattered on about how excited she was to start her senior year. Klara wasn't listening.

"Klara? Klara! Are you listening to me? I asked you if you were excited for your freshman year."

Klara stared at her sister. Deep blue eyes, perfect blood red ringlets, 93.5% average and played on 4 different teams. The captain of two. Klara sighed, one of them just had to be an overachiever.

"No, all the teacher's will expect me to be like you. I don't even look like you."

Bella rolled her eyes and dragged the 14 year old over to her mirror.

"We look exactly alike."

Klara raised her eyebrows. Bright green eyes, pin strait hair. At least the color was the same.

"We have similar features." Bella continued.

Klara sighed "Whatever. Thought of University's?"

If Bella was talking about her future she wouldn't ask Klara anything. The way the younger sister had started to like it.

"Well I would love to get into Harvard. Maybe NYU. I'd major in biomechanics, obviously."

Klara nodded, Izabella was incredibly smart. SHIELD already had a position set up for her once she graduated the school of her choice. Nobody knew if Klara was near genius like Bella. They all realized Bella's intelligence when she was in high school. So naturally the pressure is on.

"I don't understand why you didn't skip through high school. You could have graduated 2 years ago." Klara said, continuing to spin Bella's chair.

"I wanted to be with all my friends. And Kyle."

Klara sighed, she didn't want to hear about Kyle.

"Do you even love Kyle? You've never said that you've said it." Klara pressed, trying to get a rise out of her sister.

Izabella shrugged, her smiling leaving her face.

"With us it doesn't need saying."

Klara rolled her eyes and kicked the ground to spin around some more, instead the chair toppled over. With her in it.

"Is that why you dropped ballet?" Bella asked, laughing at her sister. Klara leapt to her feet.

"NO! They kicked me out cause I'm shit."

Bella frowned "Sorry."

Klara headed for the door

"Whatever, I'm better at other stuff anyway. Fighting, weapons."

"Bu you don't want to join SHIELD." Izabella stated.

Klara laughed "Hell no." she paused "When are mom and dad gonna be back anyway?"

Izabella shrugged "Later tonight, they left Germany this morning. I'm cooking dinner."

"K." Klara deadpanned, ready to leave her sister alone and contemplate the next four years. She remembered Bella going into high school. She had it all figured out. Clint and Natasha were so proud. Klara shut the door of her room and threw herself onto the bed. The room was different then Bella's who had decorated hers all in different shades of blue and white. Klara stuck with white and various shades of grey. The only things of color were posters, instruments, CD's, books overflowing on the shelves and clothes haphazardly piled into the closet. Klara's eyes slid to the case standing in the corner of her room. Her bow. She was good, far better than Bella or Natasha with it. The times she'd used a gun had gone well too. As much as her Clint and Natasha insisted they didn't care if their children worked for SHIELD. It seemed their opinion on their children and SHIELD had changed since the girls were young. When Bella said she wanted to work in bio mechanics for the agency. Clint practically jumped with joy. Klara thought it could be field work they had a problem with. She sighed, and yet all her parents do is teach her to fight, to shoot and whatever other skill's they use in their line of work. Klara reached for a sketchbook on the bedside table. Where Bella fell short, Klara excelled. The arts, aside from dance (Izabella's second passion behind science). Drama, music, writing and art itself were Klara's strong suits. She hoped she'd find something else she excelled at during high school because Klara couldn't see herself in a career involving any of her currentskills. She sighed and continued to work on a drawing of the New York skyline she'd started the day before. Annoyed with the letters on Tony Stark's tower. She could never get them perfect.

Izabella organized and re-organized her closet. It wasn't unlike her to be stressed, but it was unlike her to be uptight. Bella finished placing her jacket's in order by color and sat down on her bed. Senior year hanging over her head was either dizzying with possibilities or nauseating with anxiety. Bella hated knowing her sister wouldn't have this problem. Klara never got worried about everything. She sighed, it was occasionally problematic that everything seemed like a joke to the fourteen year old. Bella lay back on her bed. She wanted desperately to be able to talk to Klara, or talk sense into her. She was starting a new part of her life and she barely cared. Bella sighed, working hard wasn't her sister's strong suit. Bella wasn't sure what was.

The two sister's sat across from each other as they ate dinner. Bella had "cooked"

"You just warmed up left overs." Chirped Klara.

"Your hair is falling in your soup."

Klara rolled her eyes "My hair isn't long enough to... oh." She said looking down.

Bella laughed at her sister, who glared in return.

"Mom and dad should be back soon." Bella muttered. Klara nodded. Her older sister finished her soup and placed it in the sink. She frowned, what happened to her and Klara? She wondered. The two used to be inseparable, a tag-team duo. Bella would tell herself that Klara was going through that angsty early teenager faze and they'd be the sister's they once were. She glanced over at Klara draining her bowl of soup. Her green eyes on the tree's outside. Bella huffed. Maybe not.

Clint and Natasha got home to excited ad smiling girls a few hours later. The four of them stayed up to watch re runs of law and order. Klara yawned

"I'm going to waste away the rest of my night, in my computer. Don't mind me."

"In your computer?" Clint question. Mocking his daughter. Who sighed and left the room.

Bella gnawed on the inside of her lip.

"Is there something wrong with her?" she asked quietly. Natasha narrowed her eyes

"What?"

"Well like, she doesn't seem to want to talk to me. Ever." Bella said. Clint sighed

"You're both very different." He said turning off the TV. Bella nodded

"We always have been. That doesn't explain why she won't talk to me anymore."

Natasha ran her hands through her hair "Think of it this way, she's always idolized you. You've been her cool older sister who's in high school and she always told her friends about you and how smart you were. Now she's going into high school and she knows she's not you and hat she can't be you so she's stopped idolizing you. She's realized that she can't idolize her sister because she has to actually be her own person."

Clint turned to Natasha astonished "Did she tell you this?"

Natasha shrugged "That could be wrong, I read it on a parenting blog. But my point stands, she can't be you but she used to wish she could."

Bella stood up, still confused "That doesn't answer why she's stopped wanting to talk with me."

Clint sighed "When she used to be with you all the time, Klara was trying to figure out how you worked. I did it with my older brother. He seemed like some kind of superhero to me. When I was really young then everything changed and that's not the point. One day I woke up the thought 'my brother is an actual persona and so am I' I stopped being so close with him."

Bella nodded "Because you wanted to stop wanting to be him? She never wanted to be me? Did she?"

Natasha hugged her oldest daughter "All she ever did was ask you questions."

Bella sighed "Goodnight."

Clint pulled her into a hug "She'll come around eventually. Let her grow up a bit."

Bella trudged out of the room, she walked past Klara's room to hear music quietly playing. A rock band Bella couldn't recognize from the other side of the door. She reached for the handle then stopped. Klara probably didn't want to talk. As Bella began to get ready for bed she never paused to think that she never opened the door. Klara would always venture to her sister's side. Izabella refused to admit that if she wanted to really know what Klara felt, she'd have to ask.

So short first chapter just setting up the characters and the sister's dynamic. Notice that it's the year 2012. And what happened in 2012? The Avengers, so that will happened eventually. All feedback is appreciated!