Hey! So this is my first fanfic and I just wanted to say that I really would appreciate reviews! Tell me if you like it or don't and I would love it if you guys could help me out.

Also, this is set after the war with Loki and I couldn't stand the fact that Coulson died. So instead it was some random Agent that Loki killed and Coulson is still alive.

So yeah, please review!

Chapter 1

Jupiter searched through the crowd of people. No sign of the tall man with the e ye patch. Jupiter let out a small breath , allowing herself to relax a little before moving forward again. It would be bad idea to relax now because she knew that the man would still be looking for her.

She stepped into the 42nd street station . She paid for the fare and leaned against the wall to wait for the train. She felt a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and she looked up. Across the tracks was a man in a long black overcoat and sunglasses. He wasn't the only one who was dressed like this but something about the way he was standing and looking a t her made her uncomfortable. When he saw her looking at him, he turned away.

Suddenly, Jupiter felt a hand squeeze her shoulder. She spun around, her hand sparking, only to find Mark handing a cup of coffee.

"Whoa, Spark, it's just me," he put the cup into Jupiter's hand. "Happy birthday, by the way."

"It's not my birthday." She took a sip of coffee and almost scalded her tongue. She pursed her lips. "It could use some sugar, but it's good anyway."

Mark smiled. He was the only one Jupiter could talk to about her powers. He accidentally oversaw her take out an entire power plant in New Jersey. Now he was only one that knew about her powers.

The train rumbled into the station. Jupiter looked up and immediately regretted it. Just for a second she saw the man with the eye patch.

"We can't go on this train," she said feeling panicky. She fumbled with her coffee almost spilling it before she got herself steady. She hitched up her shorts and hurried to the turnstiles. She pushed through, Mark on her tail.

"Hey, you want to tell me what you saw back there?" he asked trying hard to keep up with her. He skirted around a family of three and kept going.

"Not here," she replied looking like she saw a ghost.

They got to the street level and walked two blocks to Seventh Avenue.

"1, 2, or 3 trains to 190th street," Jupiter said not loosening her stride.

Mark did his own calculations. "The Cloisters?"

Jupiter nodded. She found the Times Square station and paid for the fare. Mark followed her through. A number two train rolled in just as Mark got through the turnstiles. Jupiter pulled him to the closest door and they went inside the train .

Coulson looked at his watch. Where was F ury? It wasn't like him to be late. As Coulson decided that he would get some coffee, Fury walked in.

"What have we got on them?" Fury asked getting straight to the point.

Coulson put up the stuff on his computer on the glass screen. "Jupiter DeVinchio , age fourteen. She has been to many foster homes, running away from each one. She doesn't have a rap sheet but she does have some problems with the police. She has been in New York for almost a month ." Fury nodded and Coulson took that as a signal to keep going. "Mark Burgess, fifteen. His father is a captain of the NYC Police department so his record is squeaky clean. Until he ran away two weeks ago. The police have been tracking him down, but apparently he is too smart for them."

Fury nodded again. "Where are they now?"

"Well, we lost them at the 42nd and Broadway station, but we saw them heading two blocks over. We don't know where they are going, but we can find out."

"Do it."

Jupiter stopped at the desk. "Where's Matt?"

The receptionist looked up, annoyed. "He is on his break, miss, but he can take a message."

Just then a man in his thirties walked in the lobby. He strode over and looked at Jupiter.

"What are you doing here, Ju?" he asked looking bewildered.

"Matt, I need your help," Jupiter begged .

"Come with me," Matt didn't look happy as he led them along one corridor.

After a couple of twists and turns the trio finally reached double glass doors. Matt opened the doors and they walked inside.

They walked into a spacious room with more modern furniture then Jupiter thought would be in the Cloisters. Matt walked up to a panel on the wall and pulled some switches. "There, now if anyone tries to listen or see on our conversation they will be blocked. Now, what do you want ?" Matt stood in front of them but h is voice was directed at Jupiter as if Mark didn't exist.

"I keep being followed," Jupiter said looking for the first time that Mark had seen her, scared.

"By who?" Matt took off his annoyed look and instead he looked worried.

"I don't know," Jupiter admitted.

"When did you figure you were being followed?"

"A couple of days ago. The first time was a few hours after the explosion at the power plant in Jersey. A man about thirty kept following me around downtown," She looked even more scared now then she did two minutes ago. "Then just now a different man with an eye patch was on the train we were gonna take to the Met to meet you but I decided the Cloisters first."

"Okay, do we know who they are?"

"No," Jupiter murmured the word so quietly that even Mark had to lean in to hear what she was saying.

"Then we need a plan," Matt's face was set in a face of determination.

"Romanoff, you and Barton are on this one. Take Sarah, show her the ropes," Fury addressed the red-headed assassin standing in front of him.

"Are you sure about this Fury?" Natasha asked. "I mean this girl can what, control electricity? Are you sure we should take Sarah?"

Fury nodded, leaving no more room for argument. "Rogers, I want you for back-up , " he said to the tall light haired man in the corner.

Steve Rogers, the Super Solider out of Time, nodded, then frowned. "Uh, sir?" he called hesitantly.

"Yes?" Fury drawled out.

"Well, uh, you didn't tell us where the girl is," Steve looked nervous as he talked to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director.

"The Cloisters," the spy walked out of t he room to leave the others to prepare.

"First we need to figure out who these men are. I assume they are some sort of government agency," Matt looked at the two teenagers in front of him.

"It definitely is some government agency ," Mark said swiping his dark hair out o f his eyes. "Right?"

Jupiter nodded, still looking pale. "They all were wearing suits except the one with the eye patch." She shivered.

"Well, if that man is not wearing a suit , I guess that means he might be the leader," Matt mused wearing a thoughtful expression.

"Or a hit man," Mark muttered. Jupiter's face darkened even more.

Just then, police sirens started ringing . Matt cursed and got his bag. "Jupiter, get my laptop and go out the door to my car."

"Um, that might not be the best idea," Mark said staring out the window, "they have the whole complex surrounded."

"They found me," Jupiter said.

"Come with me, you two," Matt led them down another corridor towards the herb garden. The paintings on the wall looked at Jupiter with disdain, as if she disgusted them. Matt stop them at the door to the entrance.

"Stay here," Matt whispered. He pushed the door open and looked out. The police convey was all around the property, some marked and others not. The tourists on the balcony were staring and pointing. Matt set his face clear of any emotion and walked towards the cars.

"I am the assistant director here," Matt said to the nearest officer, "and I would like to know why the NYPD is here."

The officer nodded, "Follow me, then, sir." He led Matt to two people who were surrounded by men and women in suits and police uniforms.

The two people giving orders would have stuck out even on Broadway. The shorter one of them was a bright red head in a tight leather bodysuit. She was obviously in command, but the man next to her could give her a run for her money. He had arms that would have made MMA fighters s cream and run for mama. He was wearing a black leather, well everything. Boots, jacket, pants. But weirdest of all on his back was a quiver full of arrows and in his hand was an archer's bow.

The officer walked hesitantly up to them . "Agent Romanoff?" he called to the two odd people in the middle.

The woman in the bodysuit looked at the officer. "Yes?" she said.

"This is-" the officer was cut off by Matt.

"My name is Matthew Conoally, I am the assistant director here and I would like to know why a ring of police cars are around a branch of a museum."

While Matt talked, the man Agent Romanoff was with came up with two other people . The first was a tall, muscular man with blond hair and clear blue eyes. Next to him was a teenage girl, not much older than Jupiter, with platinum blond e hair and icy blue eyes that were of contrast to the man's beside her. She was thin with long arms and a body that reminded Matt of a gymnast.

The shorter man, the one who had been with Agent Romanoff earlier, turned to her . "Nat, who is this?"

Matt answered the question before the red head could open her mouth. "Matthew Conoally, assistant director here. And you are?"

"Agent Clint Barton," he clipped.

"Might I ask what a government agency is doing here?" Matt asked his mind moving a million miles an hour. If these were the people who were after Jupiter then he needed to learn as much as possible from them. It might give them insight on what they should do.

Agent Clint Barton looked at Matt. There was something about the way the Agent's eyes seemed to glow made Matt suspicious and unnerved. "That's classified, sir , " Agent Barton said. "Could you please clear the building? Get all the civilians out."

Agent Barton turned back to the crowd. He walked up to a random agent. "Do a background check on this name: Matthew Conoally." The agent nodded and went to one of the computers to look up the name.

Matt watched crowd of government officials and realized that Jupiter, Mark and him would not be able make it out of here without some trouble.

"Mr. Conoally would you please empty the building?" Agent Romanoff asked.

Matt glanced down at the government agent and realized she wasn't asking him, she was ordering him. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea."

He walked up the hill to the building and went into the herb garden entrance. Just as he thought Jupiter and the boy were still there.

"We got a problem," he said and their eyes widened as he told them what happened .

"Sir, we've got a problem," the agent that Clint had given the job of looking up Matthew Conoally, got his attention.

"What is it?" Clint asked coming over to the computer.

"Well, two years ago Matthew Conoally fostered five kids. Three of those kids away within the first month, one had been adopted and the other," he pulled up a picture of Jupiter with Matt and four other kids and zoomed in on Jupiter, "stayed, until she ran away, three months later."

Clint silently cursed in his head as he walked back towards Natasha, Sarah, and Steve. "The assistant director is helping the girl," he said and told them what the agent told him.

"Then we've got to go in right now," Sarah said.

Natasha put a hand on her apprentice. "Wait, we need to figure out how to get in there without being seen," she glanced at everyone and they nodded. She then turned to Steve. "Got any ideas, Cap?"

"I don't know if I can smuggle you guys out. It might be safer to find some place to hide until they leave," Matt told the kids.

They were standing in the lobby, now deserted. Matt had ordered the people a desk to order an evacuation of the building.

Jupiter fingered the edge of her tank top. "I could sneak up behind them and make them go unconscious?"

"These guys look like trained spies. I don't think they would fall for that," Mark said skeptically.

"I agree with... What's your name again? " Matt looked at the boy next to Jupiter quizzically.

"Mark Burgess," he said smartly.

Matt nodded. "I agree with you. It would be better to evade these people than face them head on."

A loud boom resonated through the hall. Just when the first echo ended another tooth rattling boom sounded.

"They're breaking down the doors!" Matt said. He grabbed Jupiter's wrist and he hurried along an adjourning corridor, Mark on his tail. He led them to a smaller room and down a set of stairs.

When the flight ended, Matt pushed a door open and walked into what Jupiter would think was the basement. On the walls and in the middle of the room were shelves and cabinets with European artifacts behind protective glass. They followed Matt to a door in a corner of the room.

"I wouldn't go there," a voice said behind Mark. They all turned to see the girl Matt had seen in the convey. But instead of being empty handed she had a strange looking gun. And it was pointed right at Jupiter.

Matt pushed the kids behind him. "What do you want with them?" he asked looking braver than he felt.

The girl turned her icy blue eyes on Matt. "That is none of your business. Just hand them over and we will leave you alone."

Matt's face softened with doubt that just for a second Jupiter thought that he was going to let them go, but than his face hardened with anger. "Not on my life, " he spat.

The girl smiled. "Okay then." She pulled the trigger and Matt went rigid. He slowly turned around and Jupiter cried out . In the middle of his chest was a dart with a tuft of red feathers.

Matt managed to squeeze out one word before he collapsed: "Go".

Mark grabbed Jupiter's arm and pulled he r through the door that Matt had opened . They found themselves in a garage like room with storage shelves piled high with boxes. The girl behind them shot another dart barely missing Jupiter's arm.

Sarah cursed under her breath when the second dart missed the girl. She reloaded the barrel and aimed again. But before she could shoot, the boy pulled the girl around a corner and they disappeared. She lowered the tranquilizer and spoke in to her earpiece. "Targets heading towards the back entrance of storage room. I am going to follow them."

"Roger that," Natasha said back. "I will meet you where they let out and we will try to corner them. Try to stay out of shocking range."

"Roger."

Mark pulled out a gun as they ran out of the storage room and Jupiter would have gasped if she had breath.

"Do you even know how to shoot that?" she asked.

"My dad was a captain of the NYPD! Of course I know how to shoot it!"

They entered a large room with paintings that described the hunt for the unicorn . On the other side of the room was doors that lead to another courtyard. They ran towards the doors, but before they could reach it, two men in SWAT uniforms landed in the doorway. They stopped and turned to the doorway that led to another hall, but again they were blocked. The y turned towards the last door. Instead of SWAT officers there was a short woman with bright red hair and a leather body suit. She had the same looking gun that the blonde girl had. Back towards the door that they had come through, the girl that had been chasing them reappeared.

"Drop the weapon," the red head ordered.

But instead of dropping it, Mark raised it even higher. "Believe me, you don't want to see my aim," he said back to her .

"And you don't want to see mine." With that the woman pulled the trigger. Another dart shot out of the gun and hit Mark. He looked down at his chest at the red feathers. Then he collapsed.

Jupiter was in action before Mark had even hit the ground. She created a ring o f blue lightning around herself and Mark . Whenever someone tried to come close to the ring, it would shock them.

Natasha looked at the half wild girl and almost took a step back. The look in the young girl's eyes was wild, angry, and powerful. She looked like she wasn't afraid to hurt these people if it meant that she and the boy would be safe. Natasha lowered the gun she was holding. "Settle down, we just want to talk," she said to the girl.

"What you really want to do is perform experiments on me, and then kill me," she replied.

"No one is going to hurt you," Natasha said soothingly.

"Then explain why you shot Mark and Matt ," the girl said.

"We knew that you weren't going to come nicely," Natasha said.

The girl looked grim as she said this: " Well, you were right," With that, the girl summoned a huge lightning bolt.

The release of energy felt good to Jupiter as she summoned what she thought was 200 million volts of electricity.

The energy streamed towards the red head who, at the moment, seemed to bewildered to comprehend what was going on. Just when the bolt was about to hit the woman, a tall man jumped out of nowhere and blocked it with his shield. The man stood up and wiped himself off. "Wow, I didn't think the shield would hold of a bolt of that magnitude," he said.

For a second, Jupiter was so stunned that her lightning ring dissipated. Barton , who was now in the doorway behind her, took the opportunity. With a tranquilizer arrow already nocked in his bow he released.

Pain exploded in Jupiter's left shoulder . She cried out and turned to see what had hit her. Sticking out from behind her shoulder blade was a black arrow with red feathers. Already she could feel the effects of the chemicals in the arrow head. Her vision started to fade and her knees buckled. Before she could hit t he floor strong hands caught her and laid her down gently. Her last conscious thought was that she was in serious trouble.

Sorry for the cliffhanger!

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