Chapter 1/Intro:
It's a pretty miserable life for a six year old. I mean, living in a glass prison isn't exactly ideal. S.H.I.E.L.D understands that, but there's nothing they can do for her. She's got the power of all the Avengers coursing through her blood, and she's unpredictable. It breaks the heart of one agent in particular to see her imprisoned like that. Poor little Luna, trapped in glass. Natasha visits her every day, and they play games through the glass. She'll ask if Natasha would come inside or if she can come out, and as a SHIELD agent, Natasha has to tell her no. The poor girl has spent years in this prison. Today, she turns seven. It marks two years in a glass container. But today, Natasha won't let her stay like this. Today, Luna goes free.
Today Natasha and Luna played I Spy again. Luna has become an expert at I Spy. Natasha walks in while Luna brushes her dolls hair for the millionth time today.
"Hi Natasha!"
"Hey Luna! Happy birthday!"
It's my birthday? Wow. That means I'm seven years old. I'm probably almost as old as Natasha! Luna thinks.
"Does that mean we're almost the same years old?" Luna wonders.
"Not quite. I brought you something." Natasha explains.
She pulls a stuffed cat out from behind her back. It looks so real that Luna thought she had gotten a real cat.
"It's so cute!"
She sets it down by the door of the room and goes over to the control panel that operates the door. She presses a button, and the door to Luna's room opens. Luna runs over to the cat and picks it up. Then she remembers that she hasn't been outside of this room in two years. She leaps dramatically over the line that marks where the door closes.
"I'm out!" Luna squeals.
Natasha smiles. She's really nice in Luna's opinion, even though she looks scary. Natasha is a spy, and an excellent one at that. Luna decides to go out and give her a hug. She can only reach to the woman's waist, but she hugs her anyway. Natasha flinches, but relaxes. The risk of letting a super human loose is beyond extreme.
"Your pants are smooth." Luna observes.
"Really? I thought they were kind of sticky." Natasha smiles sweetly.
Natasha and little Luna laugh, but Natasha can't hide the heart break.
"What's the matter?" Luna asks.
"I want you to live a normal life." Natasha explains.
The word normal isn't easily defined. Normal for Luna is the glass room, visits from Natasha everyday, and watching Nick Fury and the other agents test air samples and gamma radiation meters. Luna contemplates the idea of "normal".
"I have a normal life. Right?" Luna questions, somewhat frantically.
"Well, no. You're not a normal girl. I wish you were, because you could have so much fun." Natasha whispers.
The gravity of this situation is too much for Luna to understand. Natasha has just spoiled the idea that Luna did indeed live a normal life. Luna seems confused, and the thought that there was more to life that glass walls and doll hair boggled her mind.
"Do you have pictures?" Luna wonders.
Natasha's smile indicates a yes, and she pulls out her phone and drops to her knees to become the same height as the seven year old. The phone unlocks and shows a series of colorful trees, and flowers, and animals and other little girls. Luna tells Natasha that she wants to go there, and Natasha has to tell her no.
After that birthday, Luna wasn't the same. She drew flowers on the walls, and grass on the floor, and her dolls hair was dyed using markers. When Natasha would come and visit, all Luna would do was show her the drawings of the world she was forbidden to see. As the years went by, Luna's drawings became elaborate and detailed. Natasha's amazement encouraged Luna's development, and soon, the flowers on her walls looked almost real, and the woman and girl drawn in the grass were exact replicas of Luna and Natasha.
Eventually, Natasha brought along Clint, also known as Hawkeye. The affection that Natasha had for him was undeniable. Luna was now ten, and she thought it was adorable that Natasha, her best and only friend, had a boyfriend. So, while Clint stood next to Natasha, he was added to Luna's wall.
Time flew by for Natasha, but dragged on for Luna. Clint now visited every day, but Natasha sometimes could not find time to see her younger friend. Then came the fateful day when Nick Fury visited. When seventeen year old Luna saw him instead of her friends, she sensed something very wrong.
"I'm Director Nick Fury." He introduces himself.
"I know who you are, dude." Luna tells him rather rudely.
"I'm here to talk to you about your future. I'm sure you've noticed that you aren't the average teenage girl." He says.
Luna ponders this assessment. She has muscles, rather large ones, and she's never worked out a day in her life. She's smart, she's a brilliant artist, she has one heck of a temper, and that's only the things she's noticed.
"Alright what did you do to me?" Luna growls.
"When you were five, we injected you with the powers of a handful of extremely powerful people. You have the brain power of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, the body structure of Captain America, the stealth and agility of Natasha Romanoff, and if Clint has anything special besides archery, you have that too. Basically, your DNA has been rewritten. Whoever your parents were, their genes have been practically erased from you. You have their looks, but everything else we edited." Fury rambled.
"So I'm your guinea pig? You rewrote my genetic code, which should be impossible, and kept me in a cage because you were scared of your own creation. That's low." Luna bashes.
"We gave you something amazing. You were made to fight the evil of this world, and others if needed."
I'm not exactly good with following orders my friend. Luna thinks.