Previously:
Just as I think my life's over, he's gonna finish me off, an older man in a dark suit taps the first man on his shoulder. As the man turns around, Suit punches him in the face, kicks his legs out from under him and shot him. I notice Suit call over a woman, who in the midst of things I had not noticed, over to help pick me up. Due to my injuries, when they helped me up and held most of my weight, and, due to positioning, they held my rib cage and I screamed out, almost passing out due to pain and blood loss. Whoever was on my right momentarily let me slip causing weight on my bad leg and after a horrible scream filled with pain, I did black out.
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I start to wake up. My head is pounding, my leg is throbbing, my chest is on fire and everything is sore. My ears are ringing, no, wait, beeping? Constant, annoying, beeping, all I can hear, ugh! Allowing my head to clear, I realize that the beeping is most likely a heart monitor. Why would I be hearing a heart monitor? I slowly open my eyes, that have crusted over with sleep, only to snap them shut against the bright lights. I moan softly. Someone was in the room, a man. They started talking;
"Ms. Jones,"
"That's not my name," I croak. Woah, my throat is dry and really sore.
"What?" He asked.
"Jones, it's not my name," I say. "I was adopted."
"I know," he said softly.
That caught my attention, so I asked;
"Whada ya mean 'I know'? Whada ya know?" I slur because I'm talking to fast. I blink my eyes open and bolt upright while talking.
"Do you know my parents?"
"He does." Another man, said entering the room followed by a woman with fiery red hair.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"He is Clint Barton. Your father. Your mother is Natasha Romanoff. Both agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and work for me. Your parents gave you up to protect you under my orders. You were placed in an orphanage until you were two when you were adopted by the Jones'. Your parents are Hawkeye and Black Widow," the man said. "I am Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"So they never wanted to give me up?" I ask somewhat hopefully.
"If there were any other option for your safety we would have disobeyed Fury's order." The woman with fiery red hair stated. I focus on her and notice she is the Black Widow, my mother.
"Wait, wait, wait! How long have I been out for?"
"Three months." Fury replies.
"So it's October 1st? Wait! That means school's already started! I've missed a month of school!? What about my friends? Do they know about this? About me? Damn it! I missed summer too! Ugh!" I rant.
"Yes it's the first of October, school has started, your friends think you alone have moved to the United States and unfortunately, yes, you have missed summer." My dad said. I notice that Fury has left.
"It's 22:30, you should get some rest so we could leave tomorrow." Mom said.
I'm pretty sure that I'm supposed to stay longer since I've been in a coma for three months but I heal fast, which is weird, and I'm not gonna argue, I hate hospitals.
"Okay," my answer is accompanied by a yawn.
Mom and dad give me small, delicate, awkward, quick hugs and say good night then left.
'This may lead to an interesting, new life.' With that last thought I let darkness and slumber consume me.
The next morning I was woken up at eight by my parents coming in to check on me. They were talking about getting me out of the medical wing early or something like that, I was still half asleep.
"Aidan, wake up." That was mom.
"Do you know how to use crutches?" My dad asks softly.
"Put them under your arms and walk?" I ask sarcastically.
"Pretty much," dad said with a smirk.
I use and adjust the crutches for around five minutes. Turns out walking with crutches against your scaring ribs is hard and very painful.
"Can we get some food? I'm kinda hungry." I say.
"Yeah, follow us," mom said. "And Clint, you're walking with us, not crawling through the vents." She stated in a no nonsense tone of voice.
"Awe, come on Nat! I was gonna scare the shit out of the new recruits before we left." Dad complains with a fake pout.
"After breakfast we will," was all she said as she left.
They led me down too many twists and turns for my slowly catching up mind to comprehend. We ended up at like a cafeteria of some kind, larger then my schools cafeteria, maybe six times as big. There was so many types of food to choose from but I shouldn't eat too much too quickly. I grabbed a bagel with cream cheese and a carton of chocolate milk.
Everyone, it seems, was starring at me so to try and ignore them I ask the first thing that comes to mind;
"What time are we leaving?"
"It's 08:30, so half an hour." Mom said glaring at a few people behind me.
"Alright," I say. 'Well that conversation lasted long.' I think to myself. I can still feel people starring at me and I start fidgeting slightly. Mom and dad must have picked up on that though because mom pulled a gun and several knives off her person and started cleaning them well dad made a bow appear out of thin air, cleaned it and then shot an arrow across the room. After that no one paid me any attention and some ran out to avoid my parents.
"Thanks," I mummers softly. I don't like having to thank people, it usually means you owe them.
"No problem,"
"What's family for?" They said.
After breakfast, like mom said, her and dad went and terrified the new recruits. I'm not sure what they did because I was told to wait outside the doors. I waited with nothing else to do but stand there and try to remember what happened. They came back out at 8:55 saying a quin jet was ready for us, whatever that was, and once again led through the maze of halls.
When we got outside on the deck, it was really windy. I finally look down and notice my attire, I'm wearing a hospital gown. I must have said it out loud because dad joked around saying;
"Took you long enough to notice."
"Shut up Clint. Dr. Zanque said she may have temporary amnesia with how long she was in the coma." Mom stated while smacking him upside the head as we reached an odd air craft.
"I have amnesia?" I ask curiously.
"Temporarily."
"Oh,"
"It won't take long to get home, you can change when we get there." Dad said.
Once we landed on the tower, I assume we live in, we were instantly greeted by a man with a goatee. He led us inside and to, who I think are, the other avengers. There was a tall blond man who introduced himself as Steve Rogers, AKA, Captain America, a shorter man with brown hair and glasses that said he was Dr. Bruce Banner, goatee guy said Dr. Banner was also the Hulk, Thor was self explanatory, and goatee guy was Tony Stark or Iron Man. After greetings Mr. Stark lead us to the elevator and down to the 100th floor where all the second generations lived and made most of their messes. I did not get to get to meet the second gens because today was Friday, they were at school. Mom and dad were talking with Mr. Stark when he turns to me and asks how I got so banged up as he gestures to the door in front of us, indicating its my room.
"I don't know."
"You don't know or you can't remember?"
"Remember a fight," The sentence goes unfinished as I start to remember everything that happened. I fought with Sam, said I wouldn't go to the movies with Saige-Missy and him, going to the gym and getting the e-mail, walking home, the stalkers, the fight, my almost death, killing two men, lots of pain and even more blood. I killed two men. I killed two men! I stumbled and lost the grip on my crutches. Dad caught me gently before I hit the floor.
"Aidan? Aidan, are you alright." Mom asks, her face inches from mine.
"I killed them," I say my voice barley above a whisper.
"What." Questioned Mr. Stark.
"I KILLED TWO MEN!" I shout and hobble run the few steps I have to my room and lock the door. I run through another door to an adjoined bathroom, hide in the smallest spot possible and cry my eyes out, partially from pain and partially from memories.
Tony's POV
I heard shuffling behind me after Aidan-Auryon didn't finish her sentence. I look behind me to an unnerving scene, Natasha showing more emotion then ever by worrying about her child and Aidan-Auryon has the most blank look I've ever seen. She then says something so softly I didn't catch it.
"What?" I ask.
I look into her eyes and see nothing but pure fear, regret, pain and haunting. No one, especially a 14 year old girl, should ever have to have all that in their eyes. She shouldn't have to look so haunted. Then out of nowhere she yells;
"I KILLED TWO MEN!"
She then awkwardly ran into her room forgetting her crutches.
"J, unlock-"
"No Stark, she needs to work through this on her own." Clint interrupts me.
"But-"
"The first time you kill a person is the hardest, but two at once? Even to fight for your life using self defence is even harder, more so when you're younger." Natasha interrupts me with a hard look on her face and in her eyes.
We all head back up to the living room two floors up while I bite back comments about their parenting when their daughter had to kill people. We wait for the kids to come home, I highly doubt Aidan-Auryon will be coming out any time soon or that we will be seeing her again tonight. I explain to everyone else what's wrong and why Aidan-Auryon is not in the living room with us now.
Jamie's POV
I run out of my last period to wait at the flag pole. I get there to find that Cam, Ethan, and Sàràh already there, waiting. How they have the energy to run out of gym so quick after everything, I don't know. Well Cam and Sàràh I can understand, not Ethan. We just have to wait for Sàràh's twin Tànne and my twin Damion. Just as Happy pulls up with the limo Tànne and Damion come running out of the school. We all climb in and buckle up for the ride home.
"What took you guys so long," Happy jokes. "Mr. Stark has a surprise for everyone."
"Like what?" Tànne asks.
"Can't say," Happy teases.
"Man, why you gotta tease?" Damion fake pouts with a smirk. I roll my eyes at him and his antics.
When we finally get home Cam offers to take our bags to our floor while we pile into the elevator.
"Nah, I gotta get some blueprints from my room, I'll take them."
I get off on the 100th floor with everyone's bags and drop them off in our living room. I go to my room and get my blueprint tablet, walk back out and head to the elevator. As I am not paying attention to where I'm going because I'm too busy looking at the blueprints I have for a homework helper bot I trip over something in my path. I get back up and notice crutches. I bend over and pick them up absentmindedly and continue to the elevator. I step off the elevator and look up from my blueprint tablet and notice everyone, Damion, Tànne, and Ethan all smushed on one couch, Dad, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bruce and Sàràh on another, Uncle Thor was in an arm chair, Uncle Clint was perched on the edge of the bench that Aunt Nat was on by the window while Cam was just leaning on the wall close to the elevator. I see Dad, Uncle Clint and Aunt Nat all getting weird glances from Uncles Thor, Steve and Bruce. Dad looks up at me and points to an empty arm chair. I bring the crutches and sit in the chair. Dad stands up at turns to face everyone.
"Okay, now that everyone's here time to say something out of the blue. Legolas and Red have a kid!"
"Have?" Ethan questions.
"Yes, she's in her room." Aunt Natasha says.
I'm about to say something when the elevator opens and a girl stumbles out.
Aidan's POV
I must have fallen asleep sometime while crying because I woke up in a cramped position that was very painful to all my injuries. I slowly stand and stretch carefully then look in the mirror. I look like even more of a mess. I decide to wash up. Once I finish I wander/limp around my room until I find my closet. I pick out black short shorts, a loose pair of tan cargo pants, navy blue tank top and obviously underwear. I find a brush, brush my hair and put it in a side braid on my right side. I grab a pair of black socks slip them on, find black combat boots and put them on. I hop over to my door and open it only to find that my crutches are gone.
"Where'd my crutches go?" I ask aloud.
They are currently on the 102nd floor. I hear a voice say.
"Okay Mr…"
JARVIS
"Okay. Thanks." I reply. 'I you thank a disembodied voice?'
My pleasure Miss Barton-Romanoff
I use the wall as support and hop, wobble, limp over to the elevator. I call the elevator and hit the button for the 102nd floor and wait. The elevator dings and I start to walk out but stumble, remembering that I have injuries, so my leg gives out. I suppose that I could have pulled some stitches with all the hopping, limping, running stuff and that could be the reason my leg gave out. Right as I'm about to hit the ground I feel someone's hands catch my arms. The person helps me up and holds me for a few shocked, silent minutes.
"Jamie, pass the crutches to Aidan-Auryon." I hear Mr. Rogers say.
Jamie stands and walks over with the crutches and awkwardly gives them to the boy that's holding me and I.
"Here. There you go. You alright?" The boy asks.
"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks." I mumble. I really don't like thanking people.
"Did you cut your leg?" Another boy asks as I maneuver the crutches towards a couch that Mr. Stark has moved for me to sit. "It appears to be bleeding." The boy continued.
I look down and see that my leg has blood running down the pant leg. Mr. Stark elks me to sit down while Mr. Rogers gets up so I have more room. Mom appears out of nowhere with new pants, gauze, tape, a needle and thread.
"Everyone leave. I need to redo her stitches and that requires her pants coming off." Mom stated. Everyone leaves the room and I. Left alone with my mom and the supplies. "Can you slid your pants off, I'll turn away if you're more comfortable?" She asks.
"It's alright, I'm wearing shorts underneath." I reply.
"We don't have any pain killers right now so this may hurt." She says gesturing to the needle and thread.
"It's fine. I've had stitches before, with and without pain killers."
My only reply was a raised eyebrow. Mom redid my stitches then wrapped my upper thigh in gauze and taped it. She then passes me the other pair of pants, which are black cargo pants, and I put them on as she goes and gets everyone from the hallway. Once everyone is back in the living room my dad says;
"No fighting until you're healed or mostly healed." That earned him a hit to the back of the head from mom. I just laughed.
"Introductions you guys! Have fun, I'll be in the lab." Mr. Stark said.
"Okay,"says a boy with short brown, hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was tan and fit, maybe 5'9" or six foot. He maybe weighed 120. "Uh, I'm Damion, and, uh, yeah." I notice the adults have left.
"Damion Stark, stuttering around a girl? That's unheard of!" Jamie said sarcastically. Now that I looks their I see she has long, light brown hair, unusually light brown eyes, as well as being tan and fit. She probably weighs 115 and around five feet tall. "Hey, I'm Jamie, Damion's totally awesome and better twin."
"Hey!"
While the Stark twins were arguing another boy introduced himself as Tànne Thorson. He has long, blond hair, for a guy and blue green-eyes. He looks like he maybe weighs 140 or 150. A girl that kinda looks like Tànne speaks next.
"My name is Sàràh Thorson. It is a pleasure to meet you Aidan-Auryon." Sàràh has medium length blond hair, light green eyes and looks like she weighs 125-130. I'd have to say she's probably around 5'6" or 5'7", her brother maybe six foot or 6'1". She looks expectantly over at the boy that pointed out my leg was bleeding.
"Oh, right, sorry. Hello, I'm Ethan Banner." He says with a shy smile. He has short, curly black-brown hair and deep brown eyes with green flecks. He was, like everyone else, tan and fit. He looked strong for his small size. He was probably 5'8 ½" or 5'9" and maybe weighed 120.
Finally everyone looks at the boy that caught me and helped me with my crutches.
"Cam Rogers, nice to meet you…?" He has short-longish blond hair, his eyes are a clear ocean blue with green flecks like Ethan has. He is a title less tanned then the rest, but not by much, and definitely fit. You can see his muscles and probably most of his weight is muscle, he probably weighs 120, 125 at most and most likely 5'7" or 5'8".
"Aidan-Auryon, but everyone calls me Aidan."
"Nice to meet you Aidan." Cam finishes.
"We still going to go to the gym?" Jamie asks.
"Yeah. You wanna join Aidan?" Cam asks.
"Not with her injuries." My dad said. I look towards where his voice came and see a vent, not too surprising concerning what happened back at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.
"Why not dad? I won't do anything. I'll just watch and talk to them."
"I think you should get some rest."
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"Fine."
"Yes! Love you!"
We all cram into the elevator and hit the button for the 90th floor, the training room. Once we get off the elevator, I maneuver over to a side bench and watch as the others all run through an obstacle course. They each run it about five times trying to get faster times then each other. When they all take a break they come to the water station close to my bench.
"So, how old are you Aidan? 15? 16?" Jamie asks.
"Uh no, I'm 14." I reply.
"Really? I wonder if some of us are older than you," she muses.
"You're all 14?" I ask.
"Yeah, Cam's the oldest."
"Sàràh is the youngest. Her birthday is December 19th, Tànne's is December 18th, they were born five minutes apart. Then me and Damion born October 31st, nine minutes apart. Ethan is August 13th, and Cam on July 4th."
"What times?"
"Uh, 1pm and 12am?"
"Yeah."
"Yes."
"What about you?"
"Me? July 1st, 12 o'clock in the morning."
"Okay, now you're the oldest. Fun."
"So who's last name you taking?" Damion asked.
"What was it before?"
"I think I'll keep both, so it's Aidan-Auryon Barton-Romanoff. It was Jones, but you know shit happens and they never really liked me."
"What do you mean?" Cam asks.
"Mr. Jones even said, via email, back on the day my life changed, back on my birthday. I was kidnaped once, when I was four, they didn't care. I was experimented on and now I'm a freak." I say. "Maybe that's another reason they hated me." I continued softly.
"Wait, wait, wait. Whoa, you were, kidnaped? And, they, didn't care? You were experimented on?" Cam asked incredulously.
"Uh, yeah. Pretty much."
"I can show you what happened?" I say but it comes out as more of a question.
"Uh sure."
I maneuver my tank top so most of my back is showing and let my secret out.
"They used a drug that enhanced mutated genes buried deep with in someone's DNA. They unlocked mine, I'm still receiving more mutant powers." I say softly as I hear their gasps of shock and awe.
The span is about five feet each and they grow as I grow. They all stare at my silver-blue-green-white wings. I notice them approach hesitantly I nod slightly and spread my wings to their fullest length. They gently touch the soft feathers and send chills up my spine.
"They're beautiful." Sàràh commented.
"Thanks, I used to hate them, but now I don't." I say as I retract my wings back under the skin on my back.
Mister Rogers requests that everyone gather in the communal kitchen for a family dinner.
"Okay, thanks J!" Damion replied.
We all head back to the elevator and cram in again as we head to the 102nd floor. We arrive on the communal floor and everyone, except for me, sits down at the table. They all serve themselves something to eat when Ethan notices that I'm not at the table eating as well.
"You gonna have something to eat Aidan?"
"No thanks, I'm not hungry."
"That's normal after waking up from a coma." Mom said.
"You were in a coma?"
"Yes she was, and she's gonna eat or she'll go back to the base's infirmary." Dad said.
"Fine I'll take an apple." I stop as I remember that last time I had an apple, last time I ate, was they day everything went wrong in my life. I grab an apple before I turn and head back to the elevator, I don't turn when my name is called.