The Little Avenger
"Good morning," Nick Fury addressed the group of people in front of him. He was used to the odd glares and glances he had gotten from this bunch, but he wasn't ready for the looks he got when he said, "We have a new individual who will added to the Avenger Initiative."
Tony Stark, billionaire playboy philanthropist, almost walked out of the room right there. Steve Rogers, brilliant super soldier, was pleasantly surprised, and he almost smiled. A twitch of the lips more than anything. Bruce Banner, or Hulk, thought he was going to Hulk out right then and there. Thor Odinson, Nordic God, almost dropped his cup of coffee (along with his half eaten Poptart). Clint Barton, sharpshooter, leaned back, thinking about how many things he could be shooting right now. Natasha Romanoff looked up in interest, her red hair falling in front of her eyes.
"Her name is Janett Tomlinson. She's… like you. Odd one out. A person with superior abilities. A person who could help," Fury said, his face not changing at all. His finger pressed a button on the side of the table, and the far door in the conference room of Stark Tower opened to reveal… a little girl. She didn't look so little, but her glinting eyes and slightly chubby cheeks, along with the overall youngness of her just proved her age.
Stark scoffed, his face contorted between rage and laughter. "A little ten-year-old? You must be joking, Nicky. Yeah, I'll come back when stuff gets real."
"Actually, she's twelve. And a little prodigy. Meaning, she has skills you guys took thirty years to acquire," Fury responded, no emotion displayed.
The little girl was dressed in track pants and jacket, her brown curly hair falling down to the middle of her back, her green eyes bright with mischief. She was tall however, almost 5'10", and she was long and limber. She walked to Nick Fury's side, a smile on her face. "Hey," she said simply, her smile actually an evil grin.
The Captain was concerned. "Fury, I don't think sending a little girl, no matter how gifted, into battle of any kind would be wise. She would be scarred, broken."
"I'm already scarred, and I'm broken enough. I've already seen way too many battles for my liking, don't worry," she said, addressing him directly.
"Well, why don't you all get acquainted, and I'm going to go make sure the walls are actually fortified like they said they are," Fury said, and he walked out of the room with a smile on his face. A smirk. A small uplifting of the lips. Either way, this was going to be entertaining.
Everyone stared at the girl. She stared back. "So, what do you want to know 'bout me?" she asked.
"First of all, I don't think there is anything. You shouldn't be here! You're twelve!" Clint Barton yelled, more addressing good ol' Nick than the girl, and she mocked offense.
"Listen, child, what abilities could you possibly possess that could make you worthy to become an Avenger? You're tiny, fragile," Thor said, surprise creeping into his voice, along with the concern for the young maiden.
"Fury is probably pulling something," Natalia muttered under her breath, and Steve nodded, breathy laughter escaping him.
"I'm twelve?" she asked innocently, and she smirked. "Or am I twenty-four?" she asked. And she morphed. Her little features were contorted, and she smiled as her hair turned into a brilliant blonde, falling down to her back. Her eyes were turned blue. Her height stayed the same, but she was wearing a mini black dress, and black high heels. Her breasts were enlarged, her curves more defined, and she became a beautiful woman. She was a beautiful woman. Tony was almost drooling, but he was more outraged and intrigued to really show it.
"Or am I you?" she asked again, and she turned into, basically, Clint. Same height, same everything. She was Clint. She was Hawkeye. Turning to the table, she did the same thing with the rest of the Avengers. She was Iron Man, she was Captain America, she was Black Widow, and then she was a little girl again.
Everyone stared in shock. They might've expected something, but not that. Not a shape-shifter. She smiled brilliantly, turning back into the little girl she was, and it was silent. "Now, I think that I'm going to go to my rooms, and you guys can discuss how I shouldn't be here right?" she said, smirking, and she bowed deeply. Then with three backflips, she was at the door, and with a nod, she left. The doors closed behind her.
Tony sighed. "I need a drink."
Clint nodded. "I second that."
Steve just shook his head. "I would third it, but not being able to get drunk can really bite... just something liquid."
"I believe I need the liquor as well, to get over my utter surprise at this new revelation, no matter how underwhelming the drink is," Thor muttered.
Bruce just simply sighed a resigned, "Tea."
Natasha stood up. "Coffee."
And with nods all around, they all left the room, and didn't destroy anything...
In that room. At that one moment.
On the bright side, the drinks were delicious. All fresh made by S.H.I.E.L.D., yummy.