Heelllo, Jello! This is my new story even though I haven't finished my other stories... Sorry about that but please don't forget to read them if you haven't and if you have well don't stop reading them.

Chapter 1

Normal P.O.V

Piercing lime green eyes were the only thing that could be seen under a hooded jacket. The beholder of such was following a woman with a formal secretary suit. Her eyes were blue and a very contrasting treat was her orange-almost-red hair. The woman was slim but shorter than the figure behind her.

They entered a small rock building which had a sign that read "Alessandre Orphanage". Without a spoken word they went to an office on the west side of the structure. A woman almost exactly identical to the one with the mysterious person, but noticeably older by the wrinkles under her eyes and on either side of her mouth was seated behind a voluminous dark wood desk.

-Take a seat.- The woman behind the desk motioned to the person with the hood but instead of sitting down the person lowered the hood revealing a teenage girl with long, jet-black hair and pale skin, meanwhile the other woman left the office unnoticed.

-I rather not, but thank you.- The girl answered. Both females having a trace of British accent, however the woman's was sharper.

-Very well, we shall proceed. Tell me, why did you run away, yet again, if you know you're always caught?- The woman looked at the teenager with a look of faked curiosity. The girl smirked and answered nothing.

-Answer Miss Buttercup!- The woman raised her voice out of irritation. The girl didn't even blink because of the outburst.

-Why not?- Buttercup answered but it was more like a statement rather than a question.

-Miss Cross!- The woman said. Her voice was lower but her tone much more threatening.

-Don't call me that!- Buttercup's smugness was replaced by hurt and anger. Both were quiet for a short amount of time. Until the elder of both spoke in a much more pleasing and soothing tone.

-I'm sorry. But if you try to escape again you will be in complete and total lockdown.- Buttercup looked up from her shoes, her enragement vanishing from her face within seconds being replaced by a mischievous aura.

-Tell me, Mrs. Cosply, why do you threaten in locking me up, yet again, if you know I'll break myself free?- She mocked.

-Go to your room.- Mrs. Cosply ordered tiredly. The girl vowed jokingly. Walking outside she said goodbye to the youngest of Cosply sisters duo. And the nicest one as well.

Once entering her dorm room she shut the door closed without touching it like she always did. Flopping down on her bed she brought a small wooden box towards her chest made it open itself and took out a picture that in it showed a woman with light brown hair and eyes of the same shade, a man with pitch-black hair and light green eyes holding a baby girl with the same eyes as the the girl holding said picture, and a star shaped locket. She conducted each object to each of her hands. The locket in the right and the picture on the left. Looking at both for no more than 3 minutes she brought the locket towards her chest. An involuntary tear escaping her eyes.

-I miss you guys so much.-

The next day wasn't much different than any other in the Saturday in the orphanage. Waking up early, changing, doing chores, finishing early and just hanging out with your friends. Well, with the exception of Buttercup which went to her room and just made things fly around. Until the youngest Miss Cosply came knocking at her door.

-You have visitors.- Miss Cosply open the door wider to show a tall, dark skinned man that wore a black leather robe and curiously a patch of the same material and color. Buttercup let him in.

-Let me guess. You're another doctor they are making see to tell him how I acquired my powers.-

-No, actually I know exactly how you acquired your powers and what you have done with them. I'm here to help you control those powers.- The man's voice was rough and nowhere near British.

-Oh, so now I am Tom Riddle and you must be Dumbledore.- Buttercup said with fake lightness. The man wasn't amused by such.

-No, I am Nick Fury, and I won't take you to Hogwarts. I'll take to S.H.I.E.L.D's training program.-

So that's it. Yes I like where this is going. Tell me what you think, please. No, seriously I'm begging you review and tell me what you think. ( Goes on hysterical rampage)

See ya later and wait for your waiter!