I own nothing. This is my first Avengers Fan fiction, it's mostly dialogue and fluff. I was mostly just trying to get used to the marvel universe so there isn't really a major climax of the story. It's all finished and I'm just editing and posting. Every chapter has it's own prompt, so those will be at the top of the chapter. Hope you like the fluff bunny I wrote.

Railroad: Write about a Train and its cargo or passengers.

Chapter 1/ Prologue

This was a big move. New York was very different from Georgia. Her parents didn't want her to go to New York; she couldn't blame them, not really. After the alien invasion 4 years ago and the thing in Sokovia last year, The Avengers weren't her parent's favorite people. New York was just being the target for their fears because that's where the whole team lives. It's not just the six of them anymore though. That's probably why they lived in what was formally Stark Tower.

Elena sighed and continued to stare at the passing scenery. Her parents had told her that if she moved to New York, of all places in the world, then she would no longer be their daughter. She wasn't as upset about it as she could've been. Her sister was the loved one and she was the accident that their overly religious minds couldn't give up for fear of going to Hell. So really, her deciding to move to New York despite the warnings and forewarned consequences was just her speeding up the process.

Her parents had always hated her. They thought she was unnatural. It was true, but that's not what you say to your eight year old daughter when she asks why she needs to be home schooled while her older sister could go to school. She wasn't even aloud out of the house without the many safety measures: layers of jackets covering her body. Layers wouldn't be as bad in New York with the chillier weather, she thought with disdain, thinking of all the times she almost got heatstroke at the county fair in the middle of summer.

Elena knew she was just being bitter, but that didn't change anything. She wanted to leave Georgia and never go back, so that's what she was doing. It was about time too. She should've left when she turned 18 but she was broke. She'd spent the past 5 years working full time, and every other shift she could get her hands on, and now here she was. She had enough money for 3 months rent at a crappy apartment building in the grey area of town. Anything to get her out of that stupid house was good in her book. She already had the apartment and the first month's rent was ready to be handed over when she arrived. Hopefully she could get a job quickly.