Author's Note:
First off, this is the first and only time I'm going to say this; I do not own Transformers or the Avengers. I own only my OC's. I'd also like to thank my editor, who unfortunately doesn't have a fanfiction account on here; but she goes by name Yusei. For now, she wishes to remain a mystery.
Regarding updates, I'm thinking perhaps maybe once every week, unless I can't wait to get the next chapter out or decide to do so as a surprise. And now, ladies, gents, and others, enjoy the story!
Warning, the following chapter will have language, and this fanfiction is rated for mature. It follows the first Transformers movie.
Chapter One:
A mother sat in the hospital room holding her baby girl for the first time, smiling down gently at her.
"Remember what we've agreed upon?" Her husband, Jack, says behind her.
Her smile falters, "Yes."
The nurse walks in, making sure to check everything is fine. "Um, excuse me," the nurse turns. "How would I go about putting Ava up for adoption? My husband and I… we're not ready for children."
The nurse sighs, looking at the little girl in her mother's arms with sympathy, "Such a shame. She's a very beautiful child. I'll give you some information about Newborn adoption. Be warned, it'll be a long process."
"Thank you," Jack smiles politely at the nurse, looking down at the little girl, "Whoever raises her is going to be lucky."
"Yes," The mother agrees, the child sleeping peacefully. "She's more than meets the eye, Jack. I can feel it. She's going to do something special one day."
Jack nods, the nurse handing him some information. "Thank you."
"Anytime. I've looked at their page, they're some lovely couples."
"I've already got who I want to give her to in mind." The mother says sternly, gently caressing the baby.
Jack stands, "I'll give them a call."
The women nods, yawning tiredly. "You should get some rest," The Nurse tells her sternly.
"I will. Just a few more minutes," she murmured, staring down at the beautiful baby in her arms.
"Hon, they're on the way." Jack peeks his head inside, noticing her closing eyes, "Hand her to me." Jack holds out his arms, his wife reluctantly depositing the small child into them. "Sleep, I'll get her to her new home." The tired woman nods, allowing her eyes to close, seeing the small child for the first and last time.
"What the hell?" The adoptive parent of the little girl stared down as a machine came to life, little bullets shooting everywhere.
"Tony, what's going on?" Steve shouts in alarm.
"One minute," Tony shouts back, blasting the little sucker. "Now, how'd you do that?" Tony wonders in awe, poking the small child's belly. The little girl giggles, reaching for his glove. "Oh hell no," He tsks, holding it away from her. "Steve, we need a pair of baby gloves unless we want our day to start by fighting an angry toaster army!"
"What?"
"Tony, it happened again!" Clint shouts, ducking and diving for his bow.
"The hell is going on here?" Natasha demands, then ducks for cover.
"Somehow, our kid can turn anything technology based into a living weapon," Tony growls. "Toasters are deadly creatures." He says very seriously.
"What the hell is my life?" Clint groans, dodging a well-aimed shot. Wasn't this thing born two minutes ago?
"Why isn't it attacking her?" Natasha watches as two-year-old Avalyn Jones claps her hands, patting the small guy on the head.
"Maybe it feels like it's her protector?" Tony mutters to himself.
"Science later, saving our daughter now," Clint demands, shooting an arrow.
Ava wails as the small toaster explodes, Tony's heart going out to the little girl, "Ava, remember about the conversation your father and I had with you about the gloves?" He says gently.
"I wus lone'," Ava explains, looking down, tears falling down her cheeks, pointing at the remains. "He 'as fwind."
"Ava, get down here!" Her pops shouts, "You've got to get ready for your first day of public school!" Ava groans, pulling the blanket over her head, wishing she could stay there forever. "Ava!" Her father warns.
"Why do I have to go?" Ava grunts, not bothering to get up.
"Ava, listen to your father." Her dad scolds.
"Fine, fine!" With 'flop', Ava lands on the floor next to her bed. "I'm out of bed." She proclaims.
Her father rolls his eyes fondly, shaking his head. "Avalyn Stark, get off that floor."
"It's technically impossible to get off the floor." Ava states, grinning up at her father.
"If you want to get a car, you will get off that floor, and go to school." Her dad narrows his eyes, attempting to be stern.
"Parent isn't a good look on you, Dad." Ava teases.
Her Dad rolls his eyes, getting her off the floor. "Alright Smarty-pants, let's go downstairs and get you some breakfast."
"Tony, you didn't cook, did you?" Father asks him worriedly.
"Of course, I didn't." Dad scoffs. "I had J.A.R.V.I.S. order breakfast."
"I cook just fine!" Dad defends, a hand on his heart.
"Sure, you do, Legolas." Dad replies fondly ruffling the archer's hair.
"Gross." Ava wrinkles her nose in mock disgust.
"Don't you start," Father points at her mockingly.
With a smirk Ava sits and practically inhales the breakfast in front of her, holding her plate out for more. Dad shakes his head, "I swear you practically have Peter's metabolism." Ava shrugs, finishing the last of her breakfast. "Have your gloves?"
She'd never really thought about it, but she did consume a lot more food than people her age did, and healed faster, and ran faster. "Here's your lunchbox," Father tosses her the lunchbox, Ava catching it easily. "Now, don't be surprised if your name shows up as Avalyn Jones, we want to help you fit in." Father tells her.
Ava nods in understanding. She gets it, they didn't want her bombarded by the press, and have every person at the school trying to get in her pants. "Understood, and yes, I do," She holds them up as proof.
"Tony will take you to school, however he will downplay his choice in his vehicles." Father levels Dad with a stern glare.
Dad lets out a suffering sigh, "Fine, fine. We'll take the Roadstar R8."
Ava rolls her eyes. Her father's anything but subtle.
Ava gives her Dad a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbing her backpack. "See you later, Dad!"
"Get good grades, don't do drugs, and no skipping!" Her dad calls out after her as he reeves the engine, pulling out of the parking lot.
Ava stares up at the public school, feeling queasy. "Hey, Ava!" A voice calls out.
Jumping in surprise, she turns. "Peter!" She calls out happily. "It's nice to see a friendly face."
Peter nods, "No kidding. Just, watch out for Flash and Trent. Those two can be a lot to deal with." Peter warns.
Ava nods. "What's your first class?"
"Science with Mr. Fowler." Peter shrugs.
Ava smiles, "Sweet! Same. Although I don't have a science project due."
Peter glares at her playfully, taking the lead. "Ned and MJ don't have the same class, but apparently we'll both see them in homeroom, and you'll see me in History." He says, taking a look at her schedule.
"Sweet." She replies, as they walk into the classroom.
"Ah, Ms. Jones. Our new student. Welcome to the final class of the day. Mr. Parker, late as always," The teacher greets.
"He was showing me around," Ava interrupts. "I know him from outside of school."
"Ah, I see. Lucky this time, Mr. Parker. Ava, would you like to introduce yourself to the class as your history project?" He waves to the front of the class, leaving no argument.
With a groan, she stands. "My name is Avalyn Jones. My friends call me Ava for short. I'm Sixteen years old, I like to read, play video games, fix cars with my Father, and kick Dad's aft at Mario Kart, and if you have a problem with me having two dads, shove it up your anus." She smiles innocently, "Anymore questions?"
"That will be all, Ms. Jones." The teacher drawls, not particularly interested.
With a pleased smirk, she sets herself down next to Peter in the back. "I don't know how you did that without getting into trouble for cursing." He whispers.
"It's a gift," Ava smirks. She's already done a swipe of the room, looking for any threats. None were found, except… "Pete, who's that guy?" She tilts her head to the one teen with an arm slug over a girl.
"That's Trent Roster." Peter shrunk away as Trent looked back at them, starting Ava down.
Ava stared back unfazed, daring the other teen to try something, though couldn't resist taunting the other teen. "Threat level: Two." Peter almost chuckles. Almost. Trent narrowed his eyes at the girl, and turned back to the presentation, throwing a spitball. "Back to one." Ava concludes, turning to Peter. "And you can't kick that dude's ass, why?"
"Ms. Jones, I understand you didn't have to participate in this project, but I would have hoped you would be respectful and listen." Mr. Hosney scolds.
"Yessir." She focuses her attention back on the student at hand.
"Okay. So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man. Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal."
Ava rolls her eyes- she's seen her Dad and Pops take down Hydra agents. This was nothing. "In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th century seamen," The class laughs. Ava only grunts as Mr. Hosney holds up a stop sign with the word 'quiet' on it. "This here is the quadrant, which you can get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale, by the way."
Ava perks up at this. Dad has been looking for things older than Uncle Steve for a prank he's going to play, 'Look, Steve, I found things older than you for moral support!' and Ava things she's found the perfect thing. "Like the sextant here," The class chuckles, "Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain." He holds up a pair of old glasses. Dad is gonna be stoked. "These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's' glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things."
"Are you going to sell me his liver?" Mr. Hosney drawls. "Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing."
"I know, I'm sorry, I just… this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take . Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day."
"Sam." Their teacher warns.
"Sorry. Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psych ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he discovered-"
The bell rings, and everyone quickly packs their bags, "Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight."
Ava smirks, "I'm getting them for Father."
"Poor Steve." Peter shakes his head, wincing in sympathy, following a cackling Ava out of the classroom.
She'd bought the items on eBay, Sam telling her to meet him at a party that was supposed to be later that day. Telling her Dad the exciting news his eyes lit up. "Oh, Ava, you're a lifesaver!" He picked her up, spinning her around.
Ava rolled her eyes fondly. "Now, about that car?" She pressed, fighting back a smile.
"Right, right. Stingray, right?" He looks down at her.
She nods in confirmation, following her dad out-front. "Jarvis, let Legolas know we'll be out car-hunting."
"Will do, sir." Jarvis replied.
With a nod, Dad hops into the Audi R8, looking at her impatiently. "Well?"
Ava chuckles, "Coming." She slides into the passenger seat for the last time.
"Ava, this here is Tommy Queen, guy knows his cars." He pushes the other forward.
"I hear you're looking for a car?" Tommy smirks, sticking out his hand.
"Sure am. A slick red Corvette Stingray," She shakes his hand.
"Ah, a girl who knows what she wants. My husband, Oliver, loves Lamborghini's. Well, practically any expensive car he can get ahold of." He smiles fondly, leading her to the opposite side of the G.A. dealership. "This is our newest possession. Just what you've asked for, a lot of firepower, and has yet to be touched by any human hands. Well, besides the ones who've brought it here."
"It's beautiful," Ava gasps, running her gloved hands over the hood.
"How much?" Dad questions.
"Sixty thousand," Tommy even winces when saying the price, but shrugs, "What do you expect from a car as nice as this one?"
Dad nods his agreement, barely hesitating to hand over the clip of cash. "Keep the change." He smiles, motioning for Ava to hop inside.
Ava does so eagerly, gripping the steering wheel once inside. Dad nods at her, doing a 'shoo' motion. Not one to disobey her father's' orders, Ava backs out of the parking lot, and heads for the road.
Ava's favorite part of her Corvette is the racing stripes and the strange symbol on the wheel. Rubbing the center gently, she smiles to herself. Pulling up by the lakeside- the meeting place Sam and her agreed upon- Ava frowns in disdain. "Ugh, they're here." Ava glares at Trent and Flash out of the corner of her eyes. Opening the door, she steps outside, straightens her back, and waits patiently by the tree. Opening up a book on her cellphone, she barely registered the sound of an engine, and looks up, a classic 1977 Camaro rolling up.
Sam steps outside, a guy Ava hasn't seen before stepping out with the items. "Hey, bro. That car. It's nice. Hey." Trent calls out to Sam. The weird kid drops the items into Ava's hands, hopping up onto the tree. Rolling her eyes, she thanks Sam, dropping the items off in the back. Hesitating, she turns back, leaning up against her Corvette, interested on how this conversation would work out. Trent walks up to Sam and Monkey-Guy, "So, what are you guys doing here?"
"We're here to climb this tree." Sam states.
"I see that. It looks… it looks fun?" Trent glances at the dude.
"Yeah."
"You know, I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?" Ava winces in sympathy, though she wished she was there to see that.
"Oh, no, no, that… No. That wasn't like a real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing."
Ava's focus wavers as the tree climber now hangs upside down, stretching. Honestly, what the hell? "Yeah? What's it about? Sucking at sports?" Ava rolls her eyes. Lame.
Sam chuckles humorously, "No, it's about the link between brain damage and football. No, it's a good book. Your friends will love it. You know, it's got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas sections, pop-up pictures, it's a lot of fun."
"That's funny." Trent took a threatening step forward, and Ava leaps into action.
Before anyone could even blink, she had the bully down on the ground, a knee pressed into his back, locking his hands behind his back. She tilts her head at Sam, "You made me laugh," She accuses.
"T-thanks?" He stutters.
"Not many outside my close circle of friends and family can do that," she says approvingly.
Flash takes a step forward, Mikaela putting a hand on his chest. "Okay, okay. You know what? Stop."
Flash rolls his eyes, helping Trent up after Ava gets up, dusting herself off. "Hey guys, I know of a party. Let's go," He glares at Ava, "Let's head."
"You gotta get out of the tree, right now. Get… Just, get out of the tree, right now, please." Sam turns away from his monkey friend to Ava, "Thanks. I saw you with Peter, you a friend of his?"
Ava nods, heading back towards her car wordlessly. Hopping in the front seat, she breathes a sigh of relief. Safety, comfort, and happiness flow through her all at once. She never thought owning a car would feel this way.
If only she knew what was coming next.
