A/N: Thanks for clicking on my story! This first chapter is just a small introduction to the only original character that acts as a main character in the story. If you don't mind, stick around for the next chapter and you'll see the introduction of the new Avengers team to this story. Follows/Favs are appreciated but not necessary. Also, look out for Stan Lee's cameo in this chapter and enjoy the read!

Before Agent Romanoff uploaded S.H.I.E.L.D's inside information to the internet for anyone to see, S.H.I.E.L.D had many, many secrets. One of which was the Kennedy Institution – a home for orphaned children in the state of Georgia. Or, that's what the locals had been led to believe. Romanoff revealed that the Kennedy Institution was in fact a secret laboratory, where children with certain "genetic defects" were subject to horrific experiments. When this knowledge came to light, multiple ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agents began their attempt to recover the mistreated children.

2008

A large concrete building laid hidden by an abundance of pine trees. The area was unusually quiet for the south-Georgian forest. No birds sang. No insect scuttled. The only way to the building was a winding gravel road which came from a small town of only a few hundred people. It was the perfect hiding place for the antiheroes of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The building itself resembled a chapel. It had a large steeple which had been partially weathered away. The cold wind had peel away the paint, exposing the brick underneath. Windows that once held beautiful mosaics had been knocked out and replaced with sheets of steel. The slanted roof was covered in spikes to prevent either pigeons or Iron Man from landing on top of the building.

A small rusty old car bounded down the dirt track towards the building. It skidded to a halt just inches from the front of the building. A woman hastily threw the door open and climbed out. She sent a look over her shoulder to make sure no-one had followed her. The woman had thinning brown hair and dark circles surrounding her eyes. She looked exhausted and very, very worried. The woman ran around to the other side of the car and pulled the passenger door open.

"Get out, Miles." She ordered. A young boy, no older than twelve, hopped out from the seat of the car. Strangely, he seemed to be the complete opposable of his mother – excitable and happy.

"Where are we?" He asked, frowning in curiosity.

"A place where you can get help." His mother explained, yet her tone was cold and harsh. "Now, no more questions."

The pair walked to the giant steel doors at the front of the castle. The woman knocked twice. Within seconds, the door swung open and an elderly man appeared. He wore a security guard-like uniform and large, round glasses. A furry, silver moustache had grown on his upper lip. The man took one look down at the boy before speaking.

"He's not in the comics."

"Excuse me?" The boy's mother replied.

"Uh, nothing." The old guard shook his head. "Are you here for…" His voice trailed off. "Is this boy 'special'?" The motherly figure nodded. "Please, come in."

As Miles walked in, he looked around the room in awe. It looked like something out of an apocalypse movie. The cross on the back of the wall had been removed and all of the wooden pews had been taken away. The whole room was decaying, except one thing. In the middle of the room, there was a large metal platform. It was surrounded by railings and held a security panel with only two buttons.

"Come now, Miles." His mother placed her hand on his back, pushing him forwards. She knew what she had to do. The two stepped onto the platform and the woman pressed the lower of the two buttons. They jolted left and right before the platform – or lift - began to lower into the ground. The security guard ignored them, leaning against a wall and flicking dirt from underneath his nails. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen a worried parent and a relaxed child step onto the platform.

An hour later, the lift returned to the surface but carried only the mother. She seemed less tense and at ease. The woman swiftly left, with only a small nod to the security guard.

2011

A muscular figure walked down a dark, eerie corridor. He wore a full navy jumpsuit and a name-badge that read: 'Donovan, S.H.I.E.L.D operative.' The corridor was dimply lit by three hanging industrial lights. In the dim light, one would only slightly be able to see where they were walking. The corridor had dirty wooden floors that made echoing sounds when it collided with the agent's boots. Charcoal paint had been splattered across the walls. There was no natural light. Several doors provided exits from the corridor, spaced very close together. They each had several sliding parts for multiple purposes – the serving of food, observation and more. Most doors were reinforced and looked identical to those that could be found in jails.

Donovan stopped at one of the doors and turned to face it. He pulled an abundance of keys from his pocket and started counting them. When he reach the nineteenth key, he slid the key into the lock and turned it. Pulling the door open, he looked inside.

The rooms were scarcely furnished. There was a bed with no bed sheets, - just a mattress - a toilet and a small television. The electronic played a Walt Disney short about a talking mouse. In the corner of the room, ignoring Donovan, a fourteen year old boy sat. Choosing to ignore the adult's presence, the boy's eyes stayed focused on the television.

"Miles, Dr Winters is ready for you." Donovan called from the doorway. The boy hardly resembled the Miles that had once been full of life. His face was covered in bruises and cuts, most notable were red marks on both of his temples. His blonde hair had darkened to a dirty blonde colour and he was dressed in maroon-coloured prison-like overalls.

"I'm not going." Miles spoke flatly, eye fixated on the screen.

"Dr. Winters has instructed me to use brutal force, if you do not comply." The agent revealed, crossing his arms.

"Do you really want to force me to go?" The teenager moved his head to look at Donovan. His expression was particularly menacing. Donovan felt stupid: being scared of a fourteen year old.

"We just want to see what you can do again." The agent told him. Miles didn't reply. Instead, he turned back to watch the television. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Donovan jumped forwards onto Miles and grabbed his shoulders. Miles jumped up from the bed and tried to get away. He wriggled as fast as he could in an attempt to escape Donovan's grasp. After a while, the teenager stopped struggling. Miles moved his head to look into Donovan's eyes. "I'm sorry." The young boy whispered.

There was no sparkling ray of light. There was no sign of a superpower. Instead, Donovan loosened his grip on Miles and fell backwards. He stumbled backwards, coughing and spluttering. Suddenly, water-like liquid began to trickle out from his ears… And then it started to flow out from the space around his eyes. Donovan began to gasp as his lungs shrivelled up inside his body, but his mouth was filled with water that had been drawn out from inside him. After a few seconds, the man collapsed and slid to the floor. He lay there, curled over in a puddle of water. His skin had shrivelled up. Miles stepped backwards, horrified by what he had just done.

"I just killed him…" He murmured to himself. That was the only second time that he had ended somebody's life.

Miles quickly composed himself and leant down to reach the keys that hung from the guard's belt. Sorting through the keys, he tried each one in turn on his door's keyhole. When he found the right one, Miles locked himself inside the room with Donovan's body. The boy stuffed the keys underneath his mattress and then grabbed the guard's arms.

Where could he hide the body? Underneath the bed seemed to be the best idea. The dim light hanging from the ceiling struggled to reach underneath there. A great deal of effort was required from Miles to successfully hide the body.

After doing so, he laid on his bed, stared up at the ceiling and thought about the recent events. What was new? He had keys that unlocked the other prisoner's doors. That was good. Although, he had actually just killed someone. But, he needed to do it. He couldn't visit Dr. Winters again. He couldn't have them awful tests conducted on him again. And now that he had the keys, no-one would be tested on ever again. Miles had a plan. The next day, he would unlock all the other prisoners in this block and cause a riot. Surely, there would be children with other powers and they'd be able to break out together. He was almost certain that his plan would work… It didn't…

A/N: Thanks for reading! In the next chapter, which will be longer, we'll see the events of 2014 and finally present day 2015, where we'll see 19 year old Miles interact with the New Avengers.