DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Avengers or anything to do with it. Just my story and OC.

A/N: Soooo, big fan of Avengers and I just saw Age of Ultron a week ago. I wanted to make my first fanfic ever since the first movie came out, but I never had any ideas. Then Age of Ultron came out, and my imagination took off from there. Especially when Quicksilver, Scarlett Witch, and especially Vision came into the mix. I took a strong liking to Vision, so when I came on here I searched for fanfics with him and there weren't many, at least not yet. I thought long and hard about this story, so I hope it turns out good as I thought it may.

Please enjoy! P.S: many other characters will come into mix later on (Hint: Xmen?)

Chapter 1:

The strange man stops in front of the large window that shows New York, and floats there taking in both the city lights and architecture under the black cover of night and his own reflection above all. At least that's what the Avenger's think. The Avengers readied themselves to take him down if he attacked again. The twins and their friend look less than prepared as they glance at each other before looking back up at the man. The taller girl, the twins' friend, takes in his appearance to every detail, smell, and emotion before the blank of an eye despite him being far out of everyone's reach and up in the air.

The tall girl, whose name is Ruth Kennedy, befriended the twins Pietro and Wanda only over a year ago when all three of them were imprisoned by Hydra. Ruth was found by Hydra when she was walking down the streets of Washington D.C., her normal routine when she wasn't hiding from the world when some crisis came up. Knowing everyone could probably notice her not aging, because of all her personal paperwork and birth certificate from the 1920s, she knew someone would find her someday and that someday and someone ended up being Hydra on a raining Sunday in the modern times. Gunned down and threatened, she was hauled away by them in a large truck to their encampment where she met the twins.

Pietro puts his hand on Ruth and his sister's shoulder, preparing to whisk them away fast as the man moves to turn around. Ruth scans him more gently this time, like a human would do, because there was something about him that gave her the feeling of being human… again. She pushes all her thoughts and memories of her normal life from long ago to the back of her mind and focuses on the present, only to find that she can't. She can't help herself. She goes into deep, heartbreaking, terrible memory…

Late 1920s

"We are now speeding down the road of wasteful spending and debt, and unless we can escape, we will be smashed in inflation," President Hoover speaks through the radio to America. However in young Ruth's hearing, the president was directly talking to her family and home. She sits on the carpet in front of the hearth where the coffee table is holding the radio, listening to the static of the radio, the president's distinctive voice, and her mother crying because she lost her small job that helped her family despite. Her job of washing other people's cloths paid for basic necessities while her father was able to pay off all the bills.

"It's alright Helen, it will be fine. Nothing happened yet," Ruth's father soothes her mother. "Not in America, that won't happen. And I didn't lose my job, that's the main thing."

"I hope not," she cries into his shoulder, clutching his black business suit.

"Exactly, that is the word right there, hope. We always have hope," her father looks over at her sitting on the carpet, and give her a big smile and a reassuring wink, making Ruth nod her head agreeing. "I promise my girls that we'll be fine."

It seemed like in the blink of an eye that her whole world changed on October 24, 1929 when the stock market crashed, and her father lost his job. They were able to live in their home still luckily, but barely. Not only a time of panic in America, but in every person's home. Small riots broke out here and there, people breaking to the banks asking for their money, and protestors everywhere in Brooklyn, New York where she lives. This one day in October was the day Ruth and her family, everyone, would never forget. Her family would especially never forget their daughter coming back to life after being shot by a rioter.

*hospital*

Ruth sits up in the bed looking at the doctor and her parents, perky, as if she was never shot through the chest, a fatal wound.

"Now, Ruth, are you sure you don't feel any pain?" the grey haired doctor asks her.

"I'm positive, I don't feel anything," she responds quietly as she stares down at her chest where a barely visible hole where the bullet once was, is.

"Could it have hurt her nervous system? Maybe that's why she isn't feeling anything?" Her mother asks.

The doctor shakes his head, gesturing to Ruth as he takes off his black glasses, "She would be in much worse condition if so. She wouldn't have recovered so quickly as she did. The x-rays even show the tissue all healed up, and the blood vessels and bone is… normal again. I don't understand how, but I can assure you she is indeed fine."

Ruth looks down at her chest still and watches the small hole in her chest close up leaving a faint mark that will go away the next day.

"It must be a miracle. Thank God," Ruth's father says settling for that. The doctor grins with a small laugh.

"I can agree with that. It looks like we're done here folks," the doctor says standing up with Ruth and her parents to leave the room. "No payment is required either."

Ruth's parents look at the doctor with surprised eyes.

"No, you can't be serious. Here," Ruth's father fishes a couple coins out his pocket.

"No! No, keep your money sir. These are rough times," the doctor pushes her father's hand away holding coins.

"They are, but you saved our little girl. And just because times are rough, it doesn't mean we have to keep making it rough," her father says. "Take it please."

The doctor slowly raises his hand and takes the offered coins with tearful eyes, "Thank you. You didn't have to."

"No, thank you," Ruth's father says with a final tilt of his head in thanks to the doctor and they leave the hospital.

A/N: This was the start of the story, don't worry chapters will be longer later on! This is my first avengers fanfic, so I'm very excited about this one. It will start with discussing everything about Ruth before it goes back to modern times with the Avengers and the war. Thanks for reading! Please Review!