Hey guys! So…as much as I LOVE Avengers, I've decided to make a fanfic, as a Hawkeye/OC fanfic. So, this will be before and during the movie. Let's do it!

You know, being a mutant isn't that so bad. Able to have super speed, strength, healing, durability, speed telekinesis and a telepath really does kick ass. Sadly, humans find it an abomination, a curse and supposedly, Satan's child because God never wanted to create a human like that.

Anyways, I kept it on the down low as much as I can remember. Having a psycho-bible thumper for a mom, really wouldn't make it better if she knew I was a mutant. As I grew older, I secretly knew how to control my talents. That's when I realize, after high school, I was planning to join the military. With this, I can never hide my powers from anyone! Hell, they wouldn't even notice what I can do! That's when I met the man that changed my future. His name is Clint Barton. We met during our mission in Afghanistan. His specialty is long-range eliminations. What can I say? Guys with the eyes of a hawk fascinates me. I remember one time where we became hostages for some terrorist group. Funny thing is, we purposefully became hostages. That way, we would eavesdrop on their plans for their next attack. Let's just say…their plans were put on hold. I used my telepathy on one of the terrorist to free us from our bondages, we took out a few guards and captured the leader.

After that, we started to see each other more. Somehow, he knew what I can do. And, frankly, he didn't care. I know what he does and I don't care either. Then, something weird happened. He went to his workplace for some special assignment. And, after that…I didn't hear from him since. I was getting really worried about him. But, to help me escape from my worries, the Marines called me back in action. Once this is all over…I need answers from Clint.

But, why do I have a feeling my life's gonna take another crazy turn for the worse?

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BOOM! An explosion erupted behind me as I ran. Gunshots, screaming and yells filled my ears. An Iranian charged towards me with his gun. Using my telekinesis, I moved a rock next to me, making it fly and hit him in the face. With him being distracted, I ducked and swift kicked his legs off the ground. As he fell, I crawled over to him, raising my hand to his face and said, "Forget my face. Go to sleep". Making him black out.

I quickly got to my feet and ran to a nearest ditch in normal speed. Don't wanna let anyone know my secret! I jumped into the ditch as a bullet grazed my arm. Catching my breath, I looked around for anyone who I would instantly recognize. I looked at my arm to find the wound quickly vanishing.

"Otis! Over here!" a voice called out to me. I turned and saw my friend Nick, waving his arms in the air for my attention. I stood up and ran towards his direction, avoiding bullets and debris.

"You ok, Megan?" Nick asked with worry, checking for any injuries.

"Yeah, I'll live. My group got ambushed. Franklin and Ross are dead. Vargo, Jackson and I split up. I don't know where they are." I explained.

"Come on! We need to regroup! Let's go uphill, in the woods! Go! Go! Go!" He ushered.

We made a run for the woods. Bullets whizzed passes my ears and body, hitting the trees or the earth with my powers. Nick ran in front of me, quickly looking back to make sure I was right behind him.

It felt like hours of running, I was starting to lose my breath and track of Nick. God, how I wish I can use my agility! Finally, he started to slow down into a complete stop. Panting heavily, we looked around for anyone; enemy or ally.

"Ok…I think we're good." Nick said as he leaned on a tree, catching his breath.

"It's getting dark. We need to make camp. In the morning, we'll find the others." I said as I started walking.

As I continued to walk, my foot stepped on something metal. I looked down and saw an I.E.D. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I turned to yell, "RUN!" to Nick. Sadly, the I.E.D. went off, sending my body into the air. My life was flashing through my eyes for what it felt like an eternity. From my first birthday and my dad leaving, to my religious paranoid schizophrenic mom suffocating me with a plastic bag. Discovering my powers at the age of 5, to jumping from foster home to foster home, and to being raised by my handicapped grandpa. Now, fighting in Afghanistan, and learning the limits of my powers. I landed harshly, causing me to black out as I heard Nick's muffled voice calling out to me.