Ok, so here's the new Taken from Translation.

This one isn't going to be a songfic, because that was too hard for me to write, hence the fact that there were only a couple chapters and I made each one cover like 2 or 3 months.

Originally, because in these she's mostly addressing you (Audience) I was tempted to make it a journal entry, but I decided that as long as its not current talking (I am), then it should be fine.

Chapter 1: Hell on Earth

The night I came home from the battle, I had been fine. Robert, Dina, and I were able to maneuver our way around the cops and clean up workers with ease. It wasn't the first time we had done something like that. They warned me that things were going to be rough for a while, and we didn't know when it was going to end. I lied and told them I was going to be perfectly fine. But, at that time, I didn't know how bad things were really going to get.

It took them about a week after the battle to realize who I was. Around day 2, somebody posted the video of the fight on Youtube. Around day 4, people found out who I was, and plastered my name all over everything. Around day 5, I had people from the news knocking on my door and paparazzi demanding interviews. Around day 6, I had child services knocking on my door, demanding to talk to me. Later on day 6, I had reporters knocking on my door, demanding an interview immediately.

I had my Uncle's up my ass demanding that I did things for them. I had random strangers knocking on my door demanding that I tell them everything. I was unable to talk to my friends, as my phone calls were being listened to by S.H.I.E.L.D and I couldn't leave my apartment.

There was one incident where a reporter attempted to kick down my door, and only succeeded in injuring himself. I used that as an excuse to put a chain and padlock on my front door, then push my coffee table up against it.

Ok, so here's what happened:

I was all over the news because somebody had seen me down on the ground—fighting, of all things, and posted it on Youtube. The video was titled The Avengers and that kid of all things. At that time, thankfully nobody knew who I was at that point, but the comments ranged from appalled to angered to violent to confused to surprisingly understanding.

I bet you guys want to see some of the comments. Here's the ones that didn't make me want to rip my hair out in frustration:

I was like, WTF, it's a kid. Why would they do that? They thought I was going to be useful, and I actually was for a while.

I think everybody had a Holy Shit moment when they saw this. Yep, I thought Robert, Jamie, and their Mom were going to have heart attacks.

What the hell where these people thinking?! They weren't. Had they been thinking, Steve, Agent Romanoff, and Agent Barton would have dragged my ass off that plane.

Whoever stuck this kid in there needs to have his/her ass kicked. Yes, Fury does deserve to get his ass kicked, but being in the battle was my own choice, and it was a dumbass decision on my part.

This kid is going to get hell for this. If only the video was better, we'd know who she is. If they knew that I was going to get hell for it, why did they want the video to be better.

Why the fuck is this kid here?! That's what I was thinking.

Why would she do this? She doesn't looked like she was forced to do it? I did this to myself, and I'm not entirely sure why either.

Who is this kid? No idea dude, no idea.

She looks absolutely terrified. That one was right.

Ok, so I paid pretty close attention to the video, after almost everybody I knew sent this to me. It's obvious that she wasn't forced to do it, she must have thought it was the best option. And you can tell that they were trying to protect her, by the fact that almost every time one of those things get close to her somebody takes it out before she can even turn her head. If you look close enough, you can tell that she has on a bulletproof vest, and has a gun in her hand. She looks pretty young, and with how messy her handiwork is, I wouldn't he surprised if she'd never used a gun before. More than one time she saves them, like they saved her. We don't know who this kid is, she might have had a reason to be there. We don't know where the Avengers came from. We don't know who put the team together. We don't know why the kid was fighting in The Battle of New York. We just don't know. That's the key. WE DON'T KNOW. This one I liked because it was pretty spot on, and the person at least tried to understand what had been going on. She was right when she said that they were trying to protect me; they barely let me out of there sight. Steve had kind of taken it upon himself to protect me, filling Phil's spot as Mother Hen.

But here's the short version of what happened to me:

Some people on Youtube freaked out and started going all out trying to figure out who I was. They found out I was Alexandra Harbor, daughter of Mackenzie Harbor, the recently imprisoned conman. Everybody started freaking out and attached my name to everything about that video.

Here's some of the comments that reported me:

I think she went to school with my little brother. Somebody check Midtown Middle School in New York's website. At that point, I knew I was screwed.

We've got it down to New York, and pretty centralized in New York. I was surprised that more people weren't searching for me by that point, they were just telling other people how to narrow the search/what they already knew about it.

I think she's related to some kid I know. I think the person that posted this was a kid in Robert's class.

It took me a while, but I think I finally figured out who it was. It was Alexandra Harbor. She's the daughter of Mackenzie Harbor, the conman. As most people know, Mackenzie Harbor is one of The Seven Swords, which, despite the stupid name, is one of the most prominent conmen groups of the 21st century. This is from the last person who gave a paragraph.

She's related to a friend of mine. I've met her once or twice. She's only a baby; I think she's in the 6th grade. She's 11 or 12. At that point, I knew everything was going to blow up like crazy.

I looked her up, she's only 11.

An 11 year old.

Why would they let a little kid fight?

And those were the good ones. I mean, they were the ones that ruined my life, but they were the good ones. I think those were the only ones without every other word being F

Here's the short version of what happened next:

It was reported to the news, then reported to child services. I had to figure out how to explain what happened to child services, since I refused to have anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. I wasn't able, and didn't want to call for Fury to make everything better; and I wasn't about to go crawling back to S.H.I.E.L.D. It took quite a bit of time, and a lot of bribery, but eventually they dropped it.

After that, I kind of gave up on everything. I locked myself in the apartment. I only left if it was to get groceries or to take Buster for a walk at first. After that, Steve started dragging me out of my apartment for lunch, to make sure I actually ate. Dr. Banner started spending the mornings basically babysitting me to make sure I was still alive. Tony invited me to play paintball with him, Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey; I don't know why, but I think that was the first time I had laughed since the battle. Somewhere along the way I ended up giving the cats to Carmen, since her little sister loved them so much.

They didn't need to be cooped up in an apartment all the time anyway, they were still young kittens, and needed to be played with; things I wasn't able to do for them. I just dropped Martha off at the Pet Store and ran before they could give her back to me. I think they released her, but I really don't care. I couldn't deal with them, I couldn't give them what they needed. I could barely take care of myself. I nearly worked myself to death so I could keep Buster.

I didn't have much money. If my Dad hadn't drained his bank account into mine before he got captured, I wouldn't have any money. The lack of incoming money, the money I needed to pay my bills, scared me shitless. I had mentioned that to Steve, since he refused to lighten up once he realized something was wrong. He turned around and told Fury about it, thinking that to be the only logical answer to that problem. Fury kept paying my bills, as if that would make it up to me. I was just glad that I didn't have to worry about that. I was perfectly fine with never doing anything again. But nobody would have that.

More than once, I had to be dragged to the emergency room by one of them because of the injuries I had sustained during the battle, despite the fact that I had already gotten S.H.I.E.L.D to treat most of it. They had refused to take that as an answer, since I didn't have medication, and I was in a lot of obvious pain.

The injuries, though non-life threatening, were extensive. I had walked from the battle with 3 bullet woulds; one to the shoulder, one that grazed my side, and one that grazed my neck. I had plenty of bruises; the one on my back from hitting the desk, some on my legs from hitting the ground in Stuttgart, the ones from hitting the ground after the explosion, and the ones from the battle. I had 2 cracked ribs, both from the battle. I had a hairline fracture on my cheekbone, from face planting during the battle. I had several scars, mostly small and unnoticeable, on my arms, the only one that was noticeable was the one on my cheek, that one was deep and from a little bit above my mouth back to right in front of my ear.

My injuries weren't just physical ones. I walked out of that battle with heightened anxiety, PTSD, heightened paranoia, insomnia, and more trust issues. Unlike all the others, those couldn't be bandaged up. Because they suddenly deemed those things of actual importance, they gave me a bunch of medication they deemed unnecessary prior to The Battle of New York.

Things were hell for me, and I didn't know how I was supposed to fix that. I screwed myself over, and there was nobody to pull me out of it. My family was being of no help, Phil was dead, it was too much to ask from Steve or Tony or Dr. Banner, and I would have sooner died than asked for Fury's help.

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