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A/N I don't know where I got that idea. It just popped up one day during math…weeiiirrdddd. This is actually not the first Fanfiction I wrote about the Avengers. It's just the first one I finished.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Just my OCs and the plot.
Every school has a kid that gets picked on all the time. A kid that never gets attention. A kid that was terrible at everything. Samantha Miranda Kurt was that kid.
Samantha wore large glasses and was as blind as a bat without them. She had long blonde hair and big brown eyes. Sam desperately needed braces, but didn't have them. She had two notebooks she took everywhere with her. Her doodle book, and her dream book.
Samantha's doodle book is filled with drawings of three people. Her, and parents. Another thing about Sam. She's an orphan. She had been her whole life. Her mother had died when Sam was born. She just managed to utter Samantha's name before passing away. Sam's father, being angry at Sam, thinking it was her fault his wife was dead, dumped her at the orphanage. Sam blamed herself for her mother's death too. She drew pictures of what her family might look like if they were together. Once in a while she'd draw a picture of what her adoptive family might look like. A mom, a dad, maybe even some siblings.
Sam's dream book is basically her day dreams. She writes in what her life would be like if she had a family. Some entries were about camping trips, where her dad would burn his marshmallows all the time and her mom would complain how the ground was too hard. Some were about the day she'd be adopted. A couple would come in, looking for the perfect little girl they've always wanted, and say she was the one they were looking for. But Samantha just thought they were all fantasies.
She was bad at math. She had D's on any math quiz she got back. She'd only gotten a B once an few times. Never has she gotten an A on any of her math assignments.
She was bad at P.E. even. She was weak and wasn't fast. She never completed her tests with flying colors. She barely managed to scrape it at all. Her dream to be a police officer went down the drain after seeing her report cards.
The school bell rang and Sam stood up. She put her notebooks in her blue backpack and began trudging through the snow across campus. In her opinion, Jr. High was terrible. She was is seventh grade but had a mind of a fourth grader. She didn't understand how she was never held back.
Sam skipped the bus stop whenever she was upset. Right now she was VERY upset. Winter break had started, and she wasn't excited at all. She'd walk down the street and glance into an apartment window and see a family decorating a tree, or drinking hot cocoa, and occasionally wrapping presents. Samantha continued to look sourly at the ground.
She passed a group of fourth graders having a snowball fight. She gave a small sad smile. They were having fun, not a care in the world. Sam began humming, "Santa Clause is Coming to Town".
She reached the orphanage and wiped her boots off on the mat. She kicked off any extra snow and went inside. She took off her beanie and passed Ms. Clark, one of the adults that worked at the orphanage. They gave each other warming smiles and Sam kept walking to her room.
Samantha was the third oldest in the orphanage. She was twelve and turning thirteen on the thirty-first, right after Christmas. She had a friend who was about a month older than her named Megan. The oldest was sixteen and in her Jr. year in High school.
Sam put down her backpack in its usual place and hung up her jacket. She took of her boots and changed into some warm dry clothes that a lot of people called pajamas, but technically, they weren't. She went into the cafeteria and sat down in an empty table. Some little kids that were about third grade, sat in one of the tables in the middle of the room, sipping some hot chocolate. Samantha stood and got a mug from the counter. She like the feel of the warm mug in her hands. She thought it felt wonderful on her cold hands. New York can be bitter sometimes.
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"Sir, I think we've found the test subject we're looking for," said Agent Maria Hill. Fury turned to her.
"You have?"
"She's the oldest one I can find still eligible to our qualifications." She continued to type on her computer, bringing up more information. "Her name is Samantha Miranda Kurt. She's twelve, almost thirteen. She goes to the Subtown Jr. High, and she's an orphan at the New York Orphanage." Agent Hill looked at Fury, who was thinking about pros and cons of the subject being a child.
"Get me Stark."
A/N Yes, I made up the Subtown. But in the Spiderman comics he went to Midtown High School. Do you get it?