AN; I don't own anything but Chris and Lena. This is just an introduction for my OC.
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"Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it."
"Come on, Lena! Don't be such a baby!" The ten year old boy looked down to a smaller girl from the top of a quite small tree. His name was Chris, and he was the girl's best friend, even if she was his two year younger.
"Chris, I'm not a baby!" Lena was very senstitive about that word. She felt like she needed to prove that she wasn't a baby. She pushed a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear, and started climbing the tree. To which, the boy smirked smugly. About thirty feet up, she lost her footing. Time seemed to slow down as she fell to the ground. She landed straight on her wrist. Instead of a snap, no sound was heard. Not even the screaming of the girl who fell. Chris quickly climbed down from the tree.
"I'll go get your mom!" The ebony haired boy bolted to the Jacobson household.
S.H.I.E.L.D had found out about the girl that couldn't break when Carly Jacobson took her daughter to the hospital. Carly stupidly agreed to have her daughter tested by the agency. She had bones, ex-rays showed, but they had more durability than most other people. Lena developed a fear of needles because of this day. S.H.I.E.L.D injected the girl with multiple serums and liquids, one of which was to make her bones less strong, to study the content of her bones. They poked and proded her, through her bones were stong, her skin was not as durable. The eight year old screamed her voice raw, watching the syringe fill up with her blood. In the next few weeks, Lena was tested and had a file kept on her. They even had a vial of her bone marrow.
Over the years, her bones had became stronger, but only slightly. She actually broke a leg by jumping off of her two story house to prove the Chris she couldn't break her bones. Lena enjoyed her durability, and took avantage of it. During her high school years, she was head cheerleader. No one could contort like she could. Through all of this, Lena has found her passion; ballet. She loved the dancing and how she felt when the music played; she felt free, without worry.
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The now twenty nine year old danced on her toes, wearing a black leotard that hugged her petite body. She was completely unaware of the fact that someone was watching her. Dancing was her therapy, and she needed it. Chris and Lena had been dating for an upward of five years. Although she never tell anyone, Chris was slightly abusuve. He had control problems and took it out on Lena. It was a half hour before she was done with her dancing. Her blonde bun had loose hairs that stuck to her neck because of sweat. She walked out of the dance studio, only to be greeted by a man. He was older than her, but not too much older. He walked with a cane.
"Hello, Miss. Jacobson. I'm Agent Phill Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. We'd like to talk to you about the Avengers." He smiled. Lena felt her stomach drop. That was the agency that poked and hurt her as a little girl. She looked to the side of him, noticing a rather hard looking African American man with an eye patch. How arms were crossed.
"You don't have much of a choice, though." He said, a serious tone in his voice. With that statement, Lena took off running.