Meet Camila Thorne, extraordinary teen trainee of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a hell lot of issues. She been promised a day in Manhattan as a short break from training, but instead ends up at Stark Towers, which could only mean something to do with the Avengers. And she couldn't be bothered with the team.


I was on the deck, watching drones and jets fly pass. I wore a dark grey sweater, blue skinny jeans and green combat boots. Wearing my own clothes made me realize how much had changed since I first entered the hellicarrier. Maybe it was because I hated the agent suit so much, but I thought I looked better than before in my own clothes. Well, one year of ass kicking training has toned me up. It's funny to think that before all of this I would be whining that "I would kill for a body like that!" and now I've gotten it. You have to be careful of what you wish for I guess.

"You've been here for two years, actually. Coming to two years already"

Clint reminded me on board the small plane. He had appeared minutes after I was on deck, and I was buckled up and ready to leave in less than another 5. We started a small conversation about the pilot – some gruff dude wearing shades – which let to my time on the hellicarrier.

"That long? What year is it?"

I muttered sarcastically. Turns out it was June 2013. Time really flies when you give up counting days to escape. Two years not in the presence of normal people. What if I get so overwhelmed at everything? Clint told me the higher ups gave me my big break,a trip to anywhere in the world, for a few hours.

This was a big thing to me. But if anything happened, I didn't want to break down in front of Clint. He would probably have to report it back to them. But a small part of me whispered in my head that he wouldn't if I actually did. I don't know what to believe with Clint.

"Who else is accompanying me?"

Nobody else was onboard the plane except the three of us – Me, Clint and the grumpy pilot.

"Only me. But you have to behave."

"Yeah, I got that just now. What are we going to do?"

"You tell me."

"Huh."

I looked out of the window. Clouds, clouds, more clouds. The hellicarrier was above water, or they were so afraid of giving me the location of where it was hovering. Either way, we stayed in the clouds for most of the journey, up until the end, where the plane dipped lower and lo and behold, the skyline of Manhattan was beaming at me. Soon we were less of at a distance, and more of flying above it. We passed by buildings with helicopter landing pads, but the plane didn't stop.

Finally we slowed down just as we passed one of the tallest buildings, a slanted overturned funnel reaching to the sky. It had a huge balcony sticking out of one of the higher levels, and there was the word "STARK" on it. Brightly lit and bold. The plane hovered above this building for a while, before landing in one smooth drop.

"Since when was this an Avengers trip?" I snapped at Clint. The pilot actually chuckled and I glared at him.

"Got a call halfway. I have to check out something for a while. We'll continue with the trip later."

I had been too busy dreaming to notice.

"Later or never?"

The plane's exit doors opened with a whoosh sound, and Clint made his way over there.

"Sorry buddy."

He exited, leaving me staring at where he was standing in disbelief. The pilot clicked his tongue, nodding his head toward the exit. I unbuckled the seat belt and grabbed my bag, before exiting. I couldn't believe it. I was so close yet so far. What the hell was S.H.I.E.L.D. doing? First put my hopes up and then letting me down. Stupid Clint. Was this to let me come willingly to some Avengers meeting? Does a killer sound ready to meet the Avengers?

"Hey. Hey! Was this all part of your plan? Just to get me down here for some Avengers shit?"

That was the first time I ever raised my voice at Clint.

"Not me, no."

He opened the glass door for me.

"I'm not going in."

"You're not behaving."

"I'm not having some Manhattan trip! I'm having an Avengers meeting trip!"

"This is urgent. Please."

"No. Screw you."

I turned around to walk back to the helicopter landing pad. I would just loiter around until the stupid meeting was over. Something yanked my arm sharply. Or somebody. Clint shoved me inside before he entered too. It came to me as an entire shock and I fell on the floor. Hard. Clint never manhandled me.

"What the hell?!"

It was like a violation. Never before had Clint actually touched me and now that he did, I was on the floor. I got up. I was angry now. Blood pounded in my ears and I gritted my teeth. I pushed him roughly. He grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully.

"Ah- Fuck you and S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

I yelled at the top of my voice. I could feel the power rushing through my veins, he was about to be pummeled to another room. Then –

"Clint."

A voice travelled from behind me. I turned around to be greeted by the Avengers, the world's mightiest heroes. Tony Stark, who had spoken, was standing and holding a glass of some clear alcoholic drink. Captain America was standing by the full length glass screen. Thor in his silver armor was seated on the sofa. And the hulk guy sitting on the counter. All of them were bewildered, with Iron man being the mildest and the American flag being the most shocked.

"Time to go."

Clint covered my mouth and nose, and half dragged, half pushed me into the lift across the room. I responded with hitting him anywhere I could. Because he was so fast, and I couldn't breathe, nobody was sent flying. The lift doors jumped open and Clint shoved me inside, reaching in and pressing a random button.

"Stay on that level until I come"

He managed to say before the doors shut.

He sent me up to floor 108. Stupid shit. When the doors slided open again, I was still catching my breath. The light from the lift lit up the new level I was on. No light in this room was turned on, but scanning the room, I could tell that it was a lounge area. I couldn't find the switch, and when the lift doors shut, I was left in more darkness. However, the room was still dimly lit from the array of city lights. There were full length glass panels exposing the city.

The view took my breath away. It was beautiful. Guided by the city lights I made my way near to the glass, and sat down on the carpeted floor, leaning against a pillar. I could see the streets at a distance, and I tapped the glass where each streetlight along them was. Opposite the Stark building was some hotel and each window showed different people and different scenes of life.

One window caught my eye. From what I could see, it was a girl's night in there. There were a few girls gathered around their shopping bags, all talking excitedly. Music must have been playing, because they suddenly got up, one by one and began jumping around dancing in a frenzy and singing.

Just the person I once was. Sleepovers were the greatest thing, provided that you found the right people to hang out with. And it was with my four girlfriends. Nevermind who they are, because it does matter any more. All I remember was the fun nights discussing girl things and gossiping. A foolish, shallower me.

Things changed and I became more of a risk taker, more defiant. I've done drugs and alcohol, but that was just in the moment of losing myself, because the world that I knew was gone. Still, I had good friends, and with that, good memories. It was one tough day that S.H.I.E.L.D. picked me up, drunk and wandering the streets, having had a shouting match with a friend. I should have known, my actions and abilities would have been noticed by some higher authority, but I refused to think of any such thing because whoever picked me up, things would be turned upside down again. Still, S.H.I.E.L.D. came that day, and I was dragged away from anyone knew to this life.

That pulled me back into the present. I tapped the glass, bothered by my thoughts. Suddenly-

"Well, somebody's frustrated."