Ch. 1
"Morgan! Morgan! Wake up! Waaaaaake uuuuuuuup!" Charlie screamed in my ear. I grumbled something incoherent and turned over in my bed, away from my younger sister. Charlie huffed, and crawled onto my bed.
"Morgan if you don't wake up I'll jump on you!" I didn't move, and the next thing I know I have a five-year old, hyper, girl jumping up on down not only on my bed, but also on me. My hand shot out of my warm blankets, and grabbed the little girl's ankle and pulled her down. She screamed and tried to wiggle out of my grasp.
"Charlie, the more you struggle, the less likely you'll get out," I said finally opening my eyes, and looking at her. Charlotte was my little sister. She had short blonde hair, big blue eyes, and cute little dimples when she smiled. She was small for five, and skinny. She was the poster child for angelic kids. Her whole look screamed "I'm innocent."
"Mooorrrrgaaaan," she whined giving me her best puppy dog eyes. Damn that girl. She knew I couldn't say no to that face. I let go of her, and she crawled off my bed.
"Nick says you have to get up now, or he'll come in here and make you get up," Charlie said before she skipped out of the room. I sighed, and got up reluctantly. Grabbing my things, I made my way to my bathroom.
I looked in the mirror. Man, I looked like a mess! My normally wavy, auburn hair was slightly longer than my shoulders, and looked like a bird had made a nest in it. My pale, freckly skin was dry, and my forehead was breaking out from stress. My large, green eyes were hidden behind my black, nerd framed, glasses, and I had horrible morning breath. I quickly jumped in the shower, dried my hair, and brushed my teeth. Throwing on army print cargo pants, black v-neck shirt, a leather jacket, and no shoes, I left my room and made my way to the cafeteria. I walked past the labs, debriefing room, and locked doors that probably held weapons, uniforms, and top-secret stuff I wasn't allowed to know about. This was the helicarrier. Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division's helicarrier. I know long name, but it's more commonly known as SHEILD. It's a US government agency that tries to keep peace and order in the world, at least that's what I've always been told.
As I walked no bothered me. Everyone knew I wasn't a morning person, and they all avoided me until I've had my coffee. There were only four people I would talk to willingly in the morning: Charlie, my brother Tyler, Agent Phil Coulson, and Director Nick Fury.
"Good morning Miss Foxx!" Phil said cheerfully, coming to walk beside me.
"Phil, it's Morgan. Not 'Miss Foxx.'" I said grabbing a coffee from the cup carrier in his hands.
"Sorry. You know Fury is? He said he wanted to talk to me. Y'know what it's about?" Phil said with a worried look on his face.
"Actually I just woke up, so I'm headed to get breakfast. I'd check there first if I were you. He probably just has a new assignment for you. There's nothing to worry about." Phil nodded his head, but his worried expression remained. I rolled my eyes, and kept walking to the cafeteria, Phil following beside me. The cafeteria was more like a small kitchen, with a four-seat table off to the side. It fit my hunger needs though, so I didn't complain.
"Took you two long enough," Fury called from his seat in the cafeteria. Fury was an intimidating man. The African-American was bald, and always wore a grim expression. He was almost always dressed in head-to-toe black. Black pants, black shirt, black long jacket, black boots, and a black eyepatch. Yes, I said black eye-patch. That's probably what made him intimidating. The patch covered where his left eye would be. A scar ran along that side of his face, going under the patch, and coming back out. The way he walked and talked around his agents created a sense of leadership, and produced fear in their hearts.
I laughed and walked over to him, and grabbed a donut from his plate.
"You need to eat healthier, Director," I joked. Fury ignored my comment and motioned for Phil to sit across from him. As Phil sat down, I grabbed another chair and pulled it up to the small, square table, sitting between Fury and Phil.
Fury slid Phil a file with a big, red CLASSIFIED stamped on top. As Phil flipped through the pages, I munched happily on the Director's donut, and sipped my coffee.
"Sir, why are you having me read an old file about Captain Steve Rogers?" Phil asked looking up confused.
"Captain America?" I asked, but my mouth was full of donut so it came out more like "Cap-im-Ah-re-ca." Fury glared at me, and I gave him a smile. He rolled his eyes, and turned back to Phil.
"Because, Agent Coulson, they found him."
"What do you mean 'found him'?" I asked, beating Phil to it. I quietly grabbed the file, and opened it up. As I skimmed through it (picking up only the important details), Fury started to talk.
"As you know Captain Steve Rogers crashed a plane into the Arctic in order to prevent the weapons aboard from detonating. While Howard Stark was later able to find the tesseract from the ocean floor, we were not able to find Rogers. Until recently, that is."
"Wait- That was like- What? Seventy years ago? His body should've been disintegrated, or eaten by a fish by now," I said, stopping Fury from continuing on.
"The plane, and his body, became frozen in the water. Some civilians found him, and called the authorities. Of course, we found out and now have agents there to dig him up," Fury explained. "Coulson, I want you there to supervise things. From what the agents have informed me of, Captain's still alive." At that I spit out the sip of coffee I had taken.
"Alive? After seventy-something years? As a Capsicle?" I asked, looking at Fury like he was insane (which he was).
"Yes, Morgan. Alive."
I stared at Fury in shock. Then I stared at Phil. Then back to Fury.
"So do I get to go with Coulson now that you've told me everything? Or are you gonna be mean and make me wait anxiously for him to get back?" I asked. Fury smirked.
"Coulson? It's up to you. Just know that if you take her, she's your responsibility. Which means that if anything were to happen to her, I will personally make your life a living hell," Fury said as he got up and strode out of the room. I looked over at Phil with big puppy dog eyes.
"Please? I promise to behave."
Phil sighed. "C'mon. Go pack a bag just in case." I jumped up and hugged him.
"Thanks Phil! You won't regret this!" I yelled as I ran out the door.
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A/N: Yes I know I started another fanfic when I can barely update the one I have. I'm sorry. I've ideas for this and scenes for it bouncing around my head for a while, and I just need to get them out.
As you can tell this is an Avengers story. Here's a better summary:
Morgan Foxx, 16, lives on SHEILD's helicarrier. She has a younger sister and brother. Her parents worked for SHEILD. Now they're dead. This is her story. From meeting Captain America, taking care of her siblings, training with Black Widow and Hawkeye, learning about the Hulk, getting snarky and sarcastic with Iron Man, teaching Thor, and going toe-to-toe with Loki, she's learning how to be a superhero. Will she find superpowers of her own? What adventures, or problems, will she have with these people? Will she find love along the way?
This story goes from/through/mentions parts of the movies Captain America, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, Iron Man 2, and the Avengers (probably in that order). Sorry if I get any facts wrong. I've never read the comics, and have only seen the movies Captain America, Iron Man 1 and 2, and the Avengers. Most of my info comes from Marvel Wiki and IMDB. Please review suggestions and/or corrections. THANKS!
