A/N- Okay, quick explanation (not about the plot or anything). This was a request I had from a guest reviewer who's name I've forgotten, so if you're reading this 'Hi'. Sorry I took ages to post this but it was harder to write than I'd anticipated (I didn't realise people wanted me to write it so much :D). Anyway, this one probably won't be a very long (couple-several chapters) but I hope you guys enjoy it.

"Nice to see you up Maximoff."

Pietro looked over his shoulder to see Nicholas Fury stride into the room. He was standing in a room in the helicarrier, looking through a window over the clouds. Fury had insisted all the Avengers stay there after the battle with Ultron. Partly to get away from the reporters and the news and all the people blaming them for civilians deaths. Mainly because Pietro had been fatally wounded in the battle and needed urgent medical care. Thanks to his hyper metabolism, however, he had survived and quickly healed his injuries.

"Nice to be up." Pietro muttered with a slight incline of his head.

"Have the doctors discharged you?" Fury asked, halting beside him. "Or have you discharged yourself."

"Doctors said it was fine."

They were silent for a while, watching the clouds roll past the window. Clint had been a big help, Pietro reflected now he had time to think properly. The archer, who had hated him ever since they had met, had been the first person Pietro had seen when he had woken up. He had been confused. Why would Barton visit him? It's not like they were close or anything. But Clint had seemed to be relieved when Pietro had opened his eyes.

"Hey there kid." He had greeted. His voice had been weirdly kind and gentle. "How're you feeling?"

That had only confused him more. But, selfish as it might seem, he hadn't been worrying about Clint. "Wanda?" He had mumbled. Asking his sister's name had cost him a considerable amount of strength and he had started sweating and wheezing.

Clint had helped him, wiping his forehead with a cloth to lower his rapidly rising temperature until the doctors had come back. It had taken roughly three to five days for him to recover fully. Not too long, thanks to his powers.

Fury inhaled deeply, shattering his remembering, letting the breath out as a slow sigh.

"You know the others see you as an avenger?" He continued without waiting for a reply. "But you need some training. You need to learn how to fight like them."

Pietro frowned. None of the avengers were the same. They all had very, very different fighting styles and Pietro had survived the last battle with his own style. Well… Only just survived, but that hadn't been due to him being a bad fighter. Realising Fury was waiting for him to reply, Pietro decided not to linger on the slight offense that comment had caused.

"Trying to turn me into a shield agent?" Pietro asked, only half joking.

"Trying to help you be an avenger." Fury corrected him, sounding a little sterner. "Provided you want to be."

Pietro sighed. "I do."

"Well then…" Fury waved a hand to the door. "Meet your mentor."

Pietro turned round. The door opened and a tall, muscly man with short, scruffy, black hair strode into the room. His eyes were almost completely black, giving him a menacing aura. He was dressed in the regular shield uniform, black, leathery trousers and jacket with an equally dark, cotton shirt. He halted beside Fury, his hands behind his back. He held his head high, looking down at Pietro with judging eyes.

"Pietro Maximoff, meet agent Zaine Dyson."

The man held a hand out and Pietro took it. Zaine gripped his hand tightly but Pietro forced his expression to stay neutral. This guy reminds me of a Hydra officer… He thought, breaking off the handshake. Not sure I like him. Then he silently scolded himself. He's shield. That means he's good. Quit judging a book by its cover. Zaine offered him a half smile and the corner of Pietro's mouth rose as he returned it. I bet he's fine.