"New mission?" Steve looked up from his coffee when Nick walked in holding a folder. Slapping it down on the counter, Tony walked over and started to spread the papers on the counter. He pushed the papers with images away from, Steve looking at them straighten them.
"Who's the girl?" Tony picked up what appeared to be a school photo.
"Your newest member." Steve started to read the second page, "a fifteen year old?"
"It's not an ideal," Nick looked up when Natasha walked in, Clint trailing behind her. "She needs training, and Xavier can't help her anymore."
"Why are you assigning her to us?" Clint who was staring her photos asked. She had lovely straight blond hair and red lips. Her thick black eyelashes frame a pair of emerald eyes. She looked older than her age, more like eighteen than fifteen. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink in the photo. Her smiled was pretty but reserved; her lips were closed. To Clint it appeared that she was staring at him through the photo. He put it back on the counter and picked up a text file.
"She needs field training. Anything we assign in the control room won't be real enough. She sees through it. She can't take it seriously." Natasha nodded at Nick's statement, she understood, "Plus she needs challenges not only physically but mentally. Stark I need you to challenge her. She has already graduated and we plan on sending her to an elite school."
"Shouldn't that be her choice?" Steve butted in.
"It's complicated in her situation." Nick had pulled out a tablet to show more stats of the girl.
"Her energy is off the charts," Clint added taking the tablet away from Fury. She seemed to max out on all the areas. "What is she?"
"An empath. Most advanced one in history might I add. Unlike other empaths when she copies abilities it's permanent. She describes it like a filing cabinet. She can push them away or pull them out. She can pull out more than one at a time as well."
"Anything else?"
"Unlike her friend Rogue, she can choose what she wants to take. Rouge absorbs memories, feelings, abilities and other characteristics. The young lady can choose if she wan to take something, and what. There been several occasions where she just takes knowledge. We found that out after she learned Spanish in a day."
"So…ugh..." Steve grabbed the paper with the girls name on it, "Caroline, does she have any family?"
"None that we know of. Magneto found her in the woods. Fearing for her safety he took her to Xavier. After two years there and absorbing abilities he contacted me. We have had her train with Carol Danvers, Iron Fist, War Machine, and right now she's leaving Montana. She just finished her training with Dr. Strange. We plan on her working with Spider-Man as well when she works with you."
"Don't you think that's a little much?" Clint had finished reading the paper. It seems unfair to take away her childhood and then go in a refuse time as a teenager.
"She agrees to it."
"There is a young girl waiting for Mr. Stark in the lobby," JARVIS had broken in before an argument could start. Tension was starting to build and majority of the people where against this. Namely everyone but Nick and Bruce, but he wasn't here now.
When the elevator stopped on the floor the blonde hair girl had appeared. First things that were evident was the photos needed to be updated. From the middle of her forehead over her right eye and ending at her earlobe were three jagged white scars. She stopped when she noticed everyone was starring at her not talking.
"What the hell happened to your face?" Nick asked.
"I got attack by a dragon."
Tony laughed, his arms folder over his chest. "Really kid, what happened?"
She looked offended, "I got attacked by a dragon. Why is that so hard to accept?"
"Because dragons don't exist," Clint informed her.
"Well where Iron Fist took me they do." She crossed her arms, "Why would I lie?"
Natasha chimed in, "She has a point, and we just met her why would she lie to us?"
Nick seemed to accept this answer and decided to stop the bickering. "Caroline, this is Tony, Clint, Steve and Natasha. The four other people you will be training with is Thor, Bruce, Spider-Man, and Loki."
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. What?" Clint stopped him before he continued, "Loki? When the hell where you going to tell us Loki was going to be involved?"
"It'll be later on. He won't be coming here; Thor will take her to him. He is still imprisoned in Asguard. Dr. Strange could only teach her the magic he knew. He has no clue of Asguardian magic and how I works."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Clint protested.
"Well it's not up to you to decide." Nick had rebutted before Steve could agree. They all went quite and turned to the girl. She was looking around the room; she stopped at the balcony door.
"Oh I love balconies," she cooed, her voice was soothing almost like a lullaby. She had left her suitcase by the stairs and walked out the glass doors. She leaned against the railing, the wind was whipping her hair around and she didn't mind it. She rested her elbows on the bar and stared out over the city. Manhattan was large and it seemed like it was always moving. She didn't get the chance to fly much; it made her dizzy and sick. She hoped to overcome it, she would love to see more views like this on.