Aaaand I'm back! I would've updated yesterday, but I had to go to some family thing, and didn't come home until 1:30 and by then I was too tired to write. I hope you like this chapter!

Oh, and thank you so much to Hemwin5, No.21 and Sashahl for supporting the story. I hope you continue to like it :)

Italics are flashbacks.

Disclaimer: if I owned the avengers I would be very rich. Sadly I am not.

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3rd POV

'A' had gotten to the helicarrier earlier than any of the other people on the "team". She had already found a room, unpacked, changed, and was now sitting at the bridge playing with a lighter. She'd already gotten approached twice by people saying she wasn't allowed to do that in there, but she didn't care. She was bored, and it was all Fury's fault. He was the one who'd ordered her over here and told her to stay put until Banner and Rogers came. She was so. Goddamn. Bored. And she wasn't allowed to do anything.

Fury came over to her looking very annoyed. "Put that lighter away, smoking's not allowed here!" She didn't stop opening and closing the silver zippo. "And I'm not smoking." She calmly retorted. He was about to say something else when agent Romanoff entered the room, followed by two men. Fury gave her a look that clearly said "we're not done here", but went to greet the men.

'A' sighed, but swung her feet off the table, they'd been resting on, and walked towards them. She'd only taken a few steps, when her glance fell on captain Rogers, and for a moment she couldn't breathe. Memories she'd sworn to keep buried forever started flashing inside her mind.

A little girl with copper hair, clutching a captain America action figure, like it was a teddy bear, asking two adults, a man with blonde hair and grey eyes and a woman with copper hair and brown eyes, if they could please go to the captain America exhibit?

A slightly older girl, about 7 years old, sitting at the top of the staircase, clutching that same action figure, watching as the two adults were shot by men in black clothes.

A ten year old girl, copper hair now very short, for practicality, sitting in an all-white room, wondering when captain America would come and save her.

Slowly she pushed the memories away. "She is dead, don't bother thinking about it." She thought to herself. It seemed to her like it had been hours, but in reality it only took a few seconds. Luckily no one had seen her brief moment of vulnerability.

She looked at her reflection in the glass table, making sure the vulnerability couldn't be seen. Two silvery grey eyes were staring up at her, framed by thick black eyeliner. A mask of indifference was set perfectly on her pale face, which was slightly covered by the hood of the black, sleeveless hoodie she was wearing. Her legs were clad in tight black pants, paired with black combat boots and her copper hair was down, hanging in delicate copper waves. She slightly smirked. As far as everyone knew, her hair was the only delicate thing about her.

She turned and stalked over to the others. Fury glanced at her as she came up beside him, checking how she was reacting to seeing the captain. He was one of two people, not including her, who actually knew about her past. She simply lifted a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him, smirking. She then looked over to the other three people, who were standing opposite her.

She locked eyes with other redhead. "Agent Romanoff." She greeted with a nod of her head, earning one in return. "Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friends?" she asked, teasingly. She looked at the nervous-looking brunette first. "You must be Dr. Banner" she said, smiling at him and shaking his hand. "I'm 'A'". He looked confused, but didn't question it. The captain, however, did. "Ma'am" He said, looking at her questioningly. "Your name is agent 'A'?" "Oh no." she answered, looking mortified by the thought. "No, I'm not an agent. I don't work with shield. No 'agent', just 'A'." He still looked confused but didn't say anything more about it.

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Agent Romanoff walked with Dr. Banner out of the room, leading him to his lab. 'A' sat back down by the glass table, swinging her boots up on the table again. She was just about to flick open her lighter, when Rogers approached her. He stood next to her shifting his weight from one foot to another, obviously desperately wanting to ask her something.

"Out with it Rogers" she said. "I'm many things but I'm not a mind reader. You obviously want to say something so go ahead. I promise I won't bite. Very hard" He looked slightly sheepish, but took a seat in a chair next to her, looking at her with a mix of confusion and shyness. "It's just that, ma'am-"He started but she cut him off; "Please. Call me 'A'. Ma'am makes me sound old. And fancy. And I am neither." "Alright, 'A'-"he said. "I just don't understand you being here. You're not an agent and you seem very young to be in this kind of situation. What if you get hurt?"

She glanced away from her lighter, and up at him, a smile lighting up her face. A few feminine giggles escaped her mouth. "If I get hurt?" she giggled again. "Oh ain't you just the sweetest thing?" he looked very confused. "Oh honey" she said. "First of all, I'm here because fury the pirate, over there, practically begged me to come. You see I have a few 'talents' that the Society of Hypocritical, Incapable, Egotistical, Loser, Dumbasses could really use the help of. So I thought: 'what the hell, do it for the greater good, or the common good or whatever it is you hero-types always say. "" and as for me getting hurt-" she giggled again, "well there ain't a lot of things that can hurt me, and I can take care of myself." "But what if-"he protested, but she cut him off. "For instance, I doubt you could hurt me if you tried. But if you're so concerned, lets test that theory shall we?" she said while fumbling with her clothes.

"Where? Ahh here it is" she mumbled and took out a throwing knife. She put her hand out for him to take the knife. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking nervous. "Just take the knife hon, it won't bite." She said, and very reluctantly he took it. She stood, and placed herself about 20 feet from him. "Now throw the knife at me." She said. "What? I'm not going to do that, you're gonna get hurt!" he exclaimed, looking horrified at the thought. "I'm gonna be fine, just throw the damn knife!" she yelled, earning them quite a few looks from the agents sitting by the computers. Yelling at him apparently did the trick, and he threw the knife. It flew straight towards her chest, and then stopped and clattered to the floor, a foot away from her. She smirked and lifted her eyebrows at him. "See? Not a scratch." He looked flabbergasted. "How-" "an invisible energy shield around me." She smiled, pleased with his reaction. "Oh, and as for your earlier comment, I've been in worse situations than this." "Like what?" He asked, now looking slightly concerned. She picked the dagger up, put it in its sheath, on the leg of her pants and sat down in the chair again. "That's a story for another time. Or, you know, never." She smiled.

He looked like he was about to say something when an agent informed the room that they had found Loki. Fury looked at them "captain, 'A'-" He said. "You're up."

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