The school's courtyard was lush and green. Olyvia loved the sight of it all. It gave that gentle sense to the earth and the people around it. Group by group of person hustled and bustled to their next class not caring of who they knocked over…and that 'who' just happened to be Olyvia. With a surprised huff, she was bombarded to the cold, hard ground. The pack of girls above her just cackled whilst passing her vicious smirks.

Olyvia let a heavy sigh pass her lips and lifted herself from the ground once the girls departed. Unfortunately, she had a little trouble with some of the other girls from her school. For some reason they really didn't seem to like her all that much. Though, that didn't matter too much to Olyvia, (at least she acted like it didn't matter) she had a few friends of her own, so that was fine by her. As long as she had them, everything would be alright.

As she entered the large building, people were laughing, giggling, pushing, shoving. Olyvia truly wanted no part of public school. She found it, at times, rather animalistic and exceedingly unhygienic for that matter. The young girl was halted in her thoughts as a boy accidentally brushed against her.

'No. Not again,' Olyvia thought. The touch brought memories before her eyes and a dazed expression danced upon her expression. His whole life. His whole story. It was all shown before her. From getting his first bike to helping his little sister with her math homework. Olyvia was lost for a moment, but as the memories slowed to a halt she came back to her senses. She utterly despised what she could do. She could know literally everything, and only by one little touch.

"Olyvia Banner. Please, come to the front office. Again, Olyvia Banner. Please, report to the front office."

She listened carefully to the school's speaker. She couldn't help but wonder what they were calling her up for. Though, she merely shrugged at her own questioning and made her way up to the office. As she opened the door to reveal the front desk, the woman sitting there merely pointed her to the principal's office. Strange. She's never been called up there before. Olyvia's never been in trouble. She's practically invisible.

Upon opening the door, spotted the well-expected principal, but then rather strange men sitting across from the principal. What kind of freaked her out even more was the fact that one of the men seemed to be staring her down. It was really making her uncomfortable.

"Please, Miss Banner, have a seat. Stay a while," the principle flashed his signature smile. Yet, Olyvia could really only send him an uneasy smirk; she would really rather not stay a while if it was up to her. Something strange was going on. She could just feel it. With this, she took a seat next to the man that wasn't staring at her so much. Olyvia also made sure not to sit so close; she just couldn't risk accidentally touching him.

She turned back to the principal, searching for some sort of explanation, but everytime he would open his mouth, he would just close it again. As if, he just wasn't sure how to express what he wasn't trying so hard to share. The silence was nearly killing her, so softly Olyvia began to question,

"Mr. Giles, why was I called down?" With this, Mr. Giles cleared his throat. He sure did seem nervous to Olyvia. He tried to speak again, but failed. It was the man sitting next to her that finally began to speak.

"Excuse me, Mr. Giles, but maybe I should be the one to break the ice," Olyvia quickly snapped her head around to listen intently, "I'm Agent Coulson."

"An agent? What the hell would an agent want with me?"

"We've been doing some research lately and found something interesting that I think we should share with you. We just so happened to find your father, Olyvia."

All the breath was knocked out of her lungs. Her father? She actually had a father. Though, she didn't understand why this strange man decided to look upon her heritage, she was more interested in who her father was at this point. And that's when it hit her. The other man. The who was staring at her so intently. It became so much clearer.

Olyvia's eyes drifted to a man with curly brown hair that happened to be greying on the sides. His irises were of a dark brown and were filled with anticipation and maybe even a little fear. Probably fear of how his newly found daughter would react. Her heart was racing like a bird in a cage as she examined him. Olyvia wanted to say something. Anything. But her throat had gone dry. She couldn't say a word. Thank goodness for Agent Coulson to keep the conversations flowing.

"Olyvia, this is Robert Bruce Banner. Which I fully assume you've come to realize that this is your father," at this, Olyvia merely nodded. What was she even supposed to do at this moment? Was she to cry? Scream and yell at him for not being there? Or possibly be happy now that they were reunited? She felt literally everything. Though, whether it be anger or relief, she felt tears begin to blur her vision.

"No. I can't lose it in front of everyone like this. Keep yourself together," Olyvia scolded herself. Somehow, she succeeded in calming herself enough to keep the tears from falling.

"Please, I prefer Bruce. Call me Bruce," her father finally spoke up; he assumed she wouldn't call him father immediately anyways, if ever. Now, Bruce wasn't exactly fairing well either. At seeing her begin to tear up, he felt so guilty; he felt as if a knife pierced through his very heart.

He could only imagine the numerous questions going through Olyvia's head. At the sight, he just wanted to wrap her up into a huge hug. Yet, at the same time, Bruce very much wished to keep certain distance between the two of them. There were certain things about him that even terrified his ownself. Bruce could only imagine how it would make Olyvia feel. He tried to pass her a reassuring smirk to maybe get her to relax a bit more. And to his surprise, she gave a tiny smile back.

Olyvia noticed that her reaction twisted Bruce's face to a full-out grin, revealing his set of teeth. She let out a little giggle. He must not smile too often because he looked rather goofy doing it. Though, she supposed that could just be his face. Their interaction was cut short as Coulson began to speak,

"Well, I suppose it's alright to dismiss her then," he turned to Mr. Giles, "and take her along with us."

"Wait. What?" Olyvia squeaked. She found it nice meeting him and all, but the fact that she was just going to leave with these men without even knowing where they were taking her…Though, she had to admit, she didn't have a 'real' home. Olyvia was living with a foster family as of now. They had so many other, more troublesome, children to watch out for. At times, she had to wonder if they even knew she still lived there. Bruce's mouth opened to speak, but Coulson interrupted.

"Yes. I'm sorry this is all so sudden, but I believe this will be a win-win situation for us both."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Olyvia questioned carefully. She wanted the answers before she just left with a couple of random people. But if the school was allowing this…then they must not be too random.

"Oh, don't worry, Olyvia. You'll get your answers soon enough," Coulson replied light-heartedly. This, of course, was starting to make her a little angered. She had the God given right to know absolutely everything. And this guy is acting like he can just toss her around and give her all of the details later. Oh no, not on her watch.

"I believe that I have a right to know everything, Agent Coulson," the quick change in her tone and attitude, had Bruce and Coulson sharing glances at each other. It was stern and she was now obviously annoyed. Rightfully so, in Bruce's mind. He knew that he wouldn't like this either, so that's why he decided to attempt calming down the fire.

"Listen, I'm sorry about all of this and your unanswered questions, but the sooner we get you back, the better. I promise – we promise we'll tell you everything. You just have to…" Bruce searched for the right word, "trust. Yes, trust us for a little while, alright?"

Olyvia paused for a moment to think about it, but finally just sighed in acceptance of the situation. What else was she going to do anyways? The school had obviously agreed, and if the school agreed, they must've spoke to her foster parents at some point for permission. She was stuck with no way out.

"Alright then. Let's do this," Olyvia answered, looking up at Agent Coulson.