The wind is rushing past my face at such a high speed that I think my hair might come undone, if it weren't tucked into a helmet, that is. Sure, I've got a therapy session in ten minutes, but when your choices are ride an airbike or sit with some therapist for an hour, I'd rather be on an airbike.
My com crackles to life and I groan.
"Agent Sutton!"
"Yessir?"
"You're going to be late. Again."
"It gives dorky dude something to sit through."
"You have five minutes to get in there."
"With all due respect sir, I'm not enjoying these sessions."
"I don't care if you are. You're going to do them."
Director Fury's mind is made up on this, I guess. Aggghhhh.
I park on the roof and pull off my helmet. The three guys who are on duty stop what they're doing and stare. Awkward...
Then again, I'm wayyyy younger than these newbies. Still, it's awkward.
I walk to the elevator and punch in my access code. Then I pull out my phone and start frantically texting Clint.

Me: help me!
Birdbrain: with what?
Me: therapy session. I need an injury and fast!
Birdbrain: no can do Kid.
Me: I'll die of boredom! X(
Birdbrain: I'm not on the Helicarrier.
Me: what
Birdbrain: mission.
Me: postcard?
Birdbrain: maybe. If you don't die of boredom
Me: haha very funny
Birdbrain: I thought so.

The message comes in as the elevator stops. The doors open and this week's session is about to start. Yippee.
The certified idiot is taller than me, with grey hair and he always wears a suit. He's only thirty-something, but his appearance is that of an old guy.
Uuuuggggghhhh.
I sit in the provided chair and stare at the carpet. He sits in the plushy chair across from me.
"Maureen, how are you feeling?" He asks and I give a semi-cryptic answer.
"Like a person?"
"In general or in a specific way?"
"Both, I guess."
"I see. Well, your file says that you've managed to keep a roommate for a year now."
"And?"
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yeah."
"Of course."
This continues for an hour. Blah.
By the end of the session, he's broken three pencils. That's progress. Last week he broke five. As I leave the room, there's several noises that sound like ripping paper.
I think he's going to need therapy after this.

After I've climbed on the elevator, my phone starts ringing like crazy.
Let's see... Fury, Clint, Natasha, Zach, annoying roommate and Stark all at once. Let's go with Zach.
I answer the call and put the earpiece to my ear.
"Hey Zach."
"Wanna do something this weekend?"
"Like what? If its hacking Jarvis, no."
Zach starts laughing.
"Nothing like that. I was wondering if maybe you would possibly like to go to a.."
"A what, Zach?"
"Maybe go to a party with me?"
What? A party? Why's he inviting me? I'm sure there's cuter girls out there..
"Um-uh-ah-yeah. Sure, I'll go." I mumble and I swear I can hear his smile.
"Great! I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday. Bye!"
"See you then."
He hangs up and a text comes through.
Fury: Training room D. Three minutes.
By now, the other calls have ended. Great. Oh well. Hey, wait. Three minutes?! I draw my knife and pry open the control panel, only to discover twenty different colored wires. Erm... Maybe Clint knows which one the safety mechanism is...
Me: I know ur busy, but which wire in the elevators is the safety?
Birdbrain: purple I think. Kid what r u up 2?
Me: you'll c. Tell Nat hi for me.

I slice through the purple wire and drop about five feet before slowing. This wire stops it. Okay.
Level B...
Level C...
Level D.. Now!
I jump right as the elevator box hits the floor. Oohhh. Painful.
The doors open and I start running to the training room. What the heck?
This hall is usually empty. Now, it's full of people, boxes, crates, trays, piping, spare parts and other junk.
Two minutes left.
I start running, shoving, jumping and even parcouring across everything.
Minute and a half left.
"Watch it kid!" Some idiot yells as I run past.
"You watch it dude!" I retort and keep running
Minute left.
I reach the door and punch in a code. It opens slowly.
Half a minute left.
I walk in and see... the Avengers? What is going on around here?
I barely have time to process that thought before Thor throws Mjolnir at me. I dodge it easily and move as Iron Man shoots at me. Captain America comes at me and starts fighting with me. Thwack! I hit his nose and see blood start dripping. As we fight, Thor and Iron Man keep their assault going. Out of nowhere, Hulk jumps in. I move at just the right moment and he hits Cap. One down, three left. Stark lands in front of me and gets a knife in his chest repulsor. His suit powers down, with him still in it. Two down. Thor and Hulk are still active. That's a problem. Thor grabs my arm and swoops into the air. I switch my knife to my other hand and stick it into the hand holding his hammer. Then I kick him in the ribs and drop onto the Hulk. This-whoa-was not in the-ouch-plan. I wrap my legs and arms around his neck. If I can hold this for a bit, he'll pass out from lack of air. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three-THUD!
Yeah. Soon, I'm sitting on Bruce Banner's head. I stand, pleased that that's over, but something's not right. It was way too easy. As if to prove me right, an arrow flies past my head. There's a postcard stuck on it.
"Special delivery." Clint says with that smirk of his.
"Wrong address." I shoot back. The arrow starts smoking and I cough. Ack! Smoke arrow!
I cover my mouth and nose, then start scanning my surroundings. There's a pipe. Not gonna cut it. But I have an idea. I run to where Cap lays and grab his shield. An arrow glances off it almost immediately. Where's the stupid... Yep. Got it!
I run to the pipe and slam the shield against it as hard as I can. An irritated Natasha pops out. Her balance is now off, by like a millimeter. But that's all I need. I swing the shield at her and she grabs it. The air fills with the smell of electricity. I release the shield and an arrow hits it. Zzzzaaaapppp. One left. Clint charges at me and I intercept. As we fight, I'm impressed at how calm he's being.
"So, how was the mission?"
"Coulda been better."
"Didja win?"
"Do I need to answer?"
I chuckle and hit his solar plexus. Ooh. Painful.
He parries my next blow and I narrow my eyes.
Head, arm, hold him in a choke hold.
I move and he moves accordingly. But my blows still hit home.
I grab his throat and he flips me across his shoulder. I swing my feet under him and spring up as he falls.
"Have a nice trip?" I ask as I step on his arm.
"Actually, yeah. You?" He says and drags me onto the floor. I stab his shirt to the floor and stand up. I win. Hey wait a second. I just took down the Avengers. I'm only 17. A whole army of Chitauri couldn't do it. Neither could Hydra, Skrulls, or any single super villain. So how did I do it? They certainly didn't go easy on me. The only sound for a few minutes is Stark's really creative swearing coming from inside the suit. I guess he doesn't believe it either.
"Well done, Agent." Director Fury's voice starts to come from the intercom and I stand there, astonished. I actually did that. Um, wow.
Banner's waking up, as is Rogers. Natasha's gonna be fine. Thor's bleeding, but fine. Clint's in the best shape of all. Stark's trapped, and it's gonna take a lot to get him out.
Fury walks in, surveys the damage, looks at me, nods and walks back out.
What?!
He did what?!
"Kid. Help me up." Clint says and tugs at the knife.
I lean down and pull the knife out easily.
"You guys weren't going easy on me, right?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"I wasn't. No clue if the others were."
"Good."
The others are still as they were. So I turn and run out of the room.