A/N: Here is the first chapter to the sequel of The Avengers Alexandra. Sorry if it's short, it's kind of only a prologue. I hope you enjoy it and pretty please review.

Chapter 1

I narrowly dodged a punch as I dropped to the floor. Rolling backwards, I escaped the kick that I had sensed coming. In a second, I was on my feet and standing behind my attacker. I sent a roundhouse kick at his back and he went staggering. He turned quickly, but I was nowhere to be seen. I suddenly kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to the floor, and placed a blade at his throat. He let out a groan as I lowered the blade and laughed.

"I win again." I helped him to his feet as Natasha came into the training room.

"Is Carter kicking your ass again, Clint?" she asked with a smirk.

"We taught her too well. Plus those damned powers of hers undermine everything I do."

"Let's eat", I interjected, "It's getting late and I'm pretty tired." I walked out of the room, Barton and Natasha following me.

After a quick dinner of pizza, I made my way to my room. Natasha walked with me since her room was near mine.

"Does he let me win?" I asked quietly.

"He used to when you were younger because you would get so upset. He hasn't since you've been mastering your powers."

I smiled, "I was worried he was taking it easy on me."

"He wouldn't. I wouldn't let him."

"Good."

"Goodnight, Raven", she said as she turned and walked away, leaving me sstanding at my bedroom door.

I peeled out of my training clothes as soon as I got into my bathroom and proceeded to take a long, hot shower. After getting out of the shower, I dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Then I sat at my desk to comb through my waist-length, black hair. As I started to braid the tresses, I glanced into my mirror. My skin was extremely pale, almost like porcelain, making my hair seem darker and my emerald eyes greener. After braiding my hair, I climbed into my bed and tried to fall asleep, but my mind only seemed to wander.

It had been a year since S.H.I.E.L.D. had crumbled into nothing. I wasn't there when it happened as Fury had sent me on an assignment. Natasha told me it was horrible. The Avengers had taken up residence in Stark Tower, the new Avengers Head Quarters. His money and time was spent on developing our skills and equipment.

For the last eighteen years, Natasha and Barton had raised and trained me, ever since my mother has been killed in the Battle of New York. Stark used to say that I looked like my mom just with my dad's coloring. I had no idea what that meant, and he never said, even when I pestered him with tons of questions that he never answered. However, when it came to my father, nobody answered my questions.

Eventually, my eyes began to close and I drifted off to sleep.