A/N: Hello, everyone! This used to be a random one-shot that didn't really have much significance; however, I had an idea and re-wrote it to fit.

Harsh midday sunlight lit up the busy streets of New York City, each and every person with a different destination, hurrying through the compacted streets to achieve their goal.

Yuki Cariss, the youngest Avenger, was one of the few who had no purpose in the hectic plaza below the looming newly-christened Avengers tower, only watching the passers-by.

Far away across the plaza, a lone stranger seemed to pop out of the crowd, even though she would get blocked from view by each group of people who walked by, seemingly hiding from the world underneath the overhang of the near building, even if her blood-red hair stood out.

The teen girl, whoever she was, wore tattered clothes, and looked almost depressed, as if thinking about times long gone.

The unnamed girl noticed the young Avenger's stare, turning to look her way.

A slight smile formed on the lone stranger's face, giving a small wave, although it seemed as if she knew something Yuki didn't.

From around the corner a few moments later, another similar aged girl appeared. If her hair was a little more orange, it'd probably be ginger – like Yuki's, oddly enough.

Whoever the two girls were, they were very different – the first girl had long red hair, and wore a long black coat with the collar turned up, a white t-shirt, dark blue leggings, and knee-high black boots, whereas the second had short brown hair, and wore smart clothes; a grey waistcoat, blue shirt buttoned up all the way, and black trousers.

However, they must have known each other, as the second girl said something that was ignored by the first, who lazily drew her attention to Yuki, who still sat watching curiously.

The second, younger girl had an expression of surprise upon seeing the Avenger, but smiled knowingly, and waved. This time, Yuki waved back, confused.

A moment later, both girls turned and left.

Confused, the young avenger wondered about the girl with blood-red hair in the tattered black coat, and the girl in the waistcoat. Who were they? Had they met? What did they know that she didn't? They couldn't possibly know each other...

Right?

Ok, so that was interesting. There's actually going to be a Part 2 to this, but that will have to be posted much later on. Why, you ask? Well... Spoilers. It's all wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey. You'll see! :D

-Time. :)