Summary: After surviving a car crash that should have killed her, Makayla McDawson now has unusual powers from her near death experience. S.H.I.E.L.D sends the team to recruit her as a new member. Only Makayla proves to Clint that she isn't like her father. Co - Written With BrinaXHime. Clint/OC, Steve/Darcy, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane, Bruce/OC.

Salvation

Chapter 1

Prologue

Song – Falling – By Florence And The Machine

I've fallen out of favour
And I've fallen from grace
I've fallen out of trees
And I've fallen on my face

Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you

Ooooooooooaah
Ooooooooooaah

Sometimes I wish we're falling
wish for the release
Wish we're falling through the air
To give me some relief

Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

Ooooooooaah
Ooooooooaah

It was raining the day she died.

The weather was treacherous. Rain poured, soaking any soul who was unfortunate enough to get caught in its wake. Heavy clouds seemed to have stolen the sun, concealing it from sight.

A young dark purple red headed woman flew down several flights of stairs before reaching the main floor of her campus housing.

"-Have you seen it outside though-?" Her soft alto voice was drowned out by the relentless, pounding drops.

"I'M POPPING OUT A BABY, AND YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT THE WEATHER?" Came an abrupt screech from the other side of the phone.

"I'm on my way!" The woman relented, yelling over the ambience. She attempted to shield her long brunette curls from the elements with her baggy military-style coat as she sprinted through the parking lot. If her hair received any sort of contact with the rain, it would most certainly bunch up into an unflattering halo around her petite face.

"Hurry your ass up, Kayla!" The words were spat venomously.

"I am, for Christ's sakes! I'm trying to not get hit by-" She was interrupted by the blaring horn of a car, which skidded to a stop mere inches before hitting her.

"-cars..."

"You get here alive, dead, I don't care. Just get here. NOW."

The young woman finally reached her car, a used 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Growling out in frustration, she fumbled in her pocket for the keys. Coming up victorious, the brunette fit the key into the lock and opened the door hastily. She slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Damn..." She whispered, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched the raindrops from her drenched coat seep into the cracked leather seats.

The woman pressed the phone against her ear and checked over her shoulder, backing the car out of the crowded student parking lot at Ohio State University. Suddenly, a monstrous pickup truck came out of nowhere, nearly colliding with the Impala. The woman slammed on the breaks, causing her to swear loudly and drop her phone.

"Makayla!" The voice in the phone yelled as she felt around on the car floor to find the stupid thing. When her dainty hand finally connected with it, she could still hear her older sister shouting her name.

"Yes Renee, I can hear you! I'm pulling out now. I almost got hit by a car. Twice," the brunette mumbled.

"Really? Does that mean you can dump that godforsaken car now?" The pregnant woman hissed out, sounding as if she were in an immense amount of pain.

Makayla's mouth dropped open in outrage. "My baby's a classic!"

"Whatever," came the witty response.

Apparently being pregnant with your first child and then claiming you were going into labour for the thirtieth time was reason enough for her to demand her sister hurry. Makayla double-checked her mirrors again before pulling out and heading towards the main road that would take her off campus.

"Hurry! I think she's coming this time!" Renee said, in the background, Makayla could hear her brother-in-law rushing around before the sound of a pained scream from her sister cut everything off. The scream caused the brunette to push down a little harder on the gas pedal as she sped towards the hospital to await the arrival of her niece.

Twelve hours later, her sister was holding the newest member of the family in her arms. Makayla was genuinely surprised that it wasn't another false alarm. When her sister's doctor appeared in the waiting room five hours after being banished from the delivery room after a misplaced comment about belly resembling beached whales.

Little Olivia Hannah Peters had made her entrance at a little past one in the morning. Her screams where akin to those of a banshee. While the happy parents looked overjoyed, Makayla crossed her arms across her minimal chest and slumped up against the doorway to the small room. She always felt slightly dejected when it came to her family.

Their mother had walked out on them when Renee was ten years old and Makayla had been eight years old. Not long before that their mother had had been cheating on their dad with a string of wealthy men, while he had been in the Marine Corps. Renee had been completely oblivious of their mother's sadistic nature but as Makayla was younger, she had borne the brunt of it.

"I wish Dad was here to see this, Kayla," Renee sputtered tearfully, clutching her newborn close. The words shook the woman out of the memories which were long locked away in the recess or her subconscious

"Yeah," the girl mumbled awkwardly in response, shifting her stance slightly.

"Do you want to hold her...?"

"Um... no thank you..." Makayla drawled the obvious answer before moving to leave the room. Her older sister tried not to look offended, but a small scowl puckered her brow.

Makayla looked exhausted. She hadn't slept much the night before, due to the fifteen-page term paper which would be due the next day. She'd been awake for over thirty six hours without sleep. All she wanted was her bed back at the dorm. As quietly as she could, she headed for the door, only to be stopped by her sister's voice.

"You're coming back right?" The woman turned and plastered a grin on her face to hide her exhaustion.

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, if you want Me." she said in a tone that seemed to reassure her sister. She went back to Olivia, cooing at her
nauseatingly.

Makayla slipped from the room silently before leaving the hospital to find her car. A relatively great sight after such a long night, it seemed to call to her, promising that it would lead to a nice, comfortable bed.

Driving down the highway, the young woman could feel herself getting drowsy. The streets were empty. She must have nodded off for a couple seconds. Makayla came alert again after seeing lights from her closed lids. Peeling them open, she had only seconds before a semi came barrelling towards her. Makayla swerved on the slippery pavement. It was too late for her to pull out. She headed straight for a collection of trees lining the highway. She didn't even have time to cry; but she did pray, even though she hadn't spoken word to God in a decade. There was nothing else she could do.

This is a song
For a scribbled on name
And my love keeps on writing
Again and again

This is a song
For a scribbled on name
And my love keeps on writing
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again

I've danced myself up
Drunk myself down
Find people to love
Love people too drunk
I'm not scared to jump
I'm not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I wouldn't be scared
At all at all at all at all
All all all all

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief