Authors Note: Disclaimer of course, but I just had to add this in. The other day on Instagram I posted something about Jeremy Renner being my favorite actor. Just two minutes after I posted it HE COMMENTED AND LIKED MY PHOTO. NO WAY NO WAY OMG. Oh and maybe there will be an Ella King character but otherwise that is for another story.

Chapter One

Exactly fifteen years after Amabelle was born...

Amabelle Barton groaned as she slowly progressed through the morning. The alarm clock was ringing, for the last time this school year. June fifteenth marked the last day of school for the young girl, also her fifteenth birthday. Quickly the girl pounded a finger tip to the tablet screen, stopping the blaring noise. "Good riddance," she murmured and let her toes reach the dark oak floors. All of the "Avengers" lived in a huge mansion together. Amabelle had been raised in all their drama and tricks. It had been a hell of an experience so far, and with more to come she could only dream of it all.

Heading over to her wardrobe the girl found a pair of dark purple shorts. On the shelf above them was a plain black t-shirt and a pair of gray colored TOMS shoes. It took longer for her to brush her own hair then get dressed. Maybe it was also with the fact that her hair could be impossible most days It wasn't curly like her moms but a brown color and semi-straight, like her dads own hair. Amabelle was sort of short for her age, five foot four, but her parents weren't the tallest people either. Being raised around assassins and other extremely well-balanced people kept Amabelle exercised well. She was slender also, but muscular and did well in physical education. Next to English it was her best subject. Many teachers thought Amabelle would be a good teacher or writer but her future was already decided. The girl was to be a SHIELD agent when she finished high school. In all truth she had gone on many missions and knew how to kill, just the languages was all she needed to learn.

"Morning Tony!" Amabelle piped up, running down a staircase to the main floor while brushing her hair. The oldest Avenger looked up at the young teen who had just entered and smiled.

"Happy birthday Elle," Tony told the fifteen year old girl, not looking up from his own tablet. All of them had their own tablets, they all used them frequently but no one as much as Tony did. Of course, he had to run Stark through it and most of the time depended on the device. Amabelle understood because Stark would fail without.

"Thanks. Have you seen my mom or dad?" Amabelle asked quickly as she continued walking more towards the living room. The teen stopped once to grab a granola bar off the plate then continued walking.

"Patio," Tony stated clearly and looked up for a second. He flashed a smile at her as Amabelle continued to walk out of the room and past their main living room. Just in the hallway over was the patio.

Usually all of the adults ate breakfast outside. On occasion Amabelle had joined them but stuck to herself other times. At her age the girl didn't have many friends but knew it was because of her quietness and independence. In class Amabells knew not to mess around or be immature, she needed everything she learned. Her "family" had always taught her that the one piece of information you miss out of could be the one you need most in battle. They were all smart, Amabelle was destined to be just like them. Maybe it was also the fact that she couldn't really make many friends. If she did then she'd never be able to see them outside of school. It was forbid, or at least Amabelle had told herself so. None of them were...normal enough to handle it.

"Morning," the young teen said as she entered the patio and looked to everyone. Steve was here and so was Bruce. Neither of them were married but Steve was dating a cafe waitress whose life he had saved. Bruce kept to his studies, like Amabelle, so didn't usually date. Obviously Clint and Natasha had gotten married and Amabelle the product of that. She was their perfect little baby too, no matter what happened they had never stopped loving her.

"Happy birthday darling," her mother said first as Amabelle slid into the wooden chair next to her dad. A few presents sat in front of her, arranged in a perfect pile. The girl rolled her eyes, it was typical for them to ignore her requests of nothing. Everyday she felt just a bit spoiled. A huge wardrobe and anything she asked for was given, it all felt a little ridiculous

"Happy birthday Amabelle!" Her dad and Steve chimed in while Bruce simply nodded as he took a sip of water. Tony entered with Pepper, the tablet was gone this time and he was instead on a smaller version that sufficed as a phone. Pepper smiled at them all and rolled her own eyes at the phone Tony talked on. Trying not to eavesdrop, Amabelle couldn't help but sense his tone made it seem like he was just a bit annoyed. Had something happened? The others had all turned towards Amabelle as Tony sat down along with Pepper. Over the phone there was a quick dismissal as he hung up and slid it smoothly into his pocket.

"Is everything alright, Tony?" Steve asked worriedly, casting a look of worrisome towards Tony.

"It's fine, just Fury but nothing to worry about!" Tony tried to comfort them all but he could hardly make them believe him. Even Amabelle knew something was wrong but knee also why Tony currently kept it from them. No one wanted a mission or drama today, it was supposed to be a time of celebration for Amabelle.

"Open your presents!" Bruce said quickly but in a light and happy tone. Amabelle smiled but shook her head.

"I want to wait until tonight," she insisted and look at her mom and dad. Both looked just a little confused. "It's the morning, I want to wait for Thor to come too," Amabelle told them. Thor had been scheduled to come home and in perfect timing too. He would see Jane then also drop by the Avengers Mansion to see Amabelle. They all figured he'd stay a few nights so prepared his room just in case. All of the adults seemed shocked by her answer, which was a perfectly normal thing the more the girl thought about it. As a younger child Amabelle had always been eager to see these new presents or open things, Christmas had always been her favorite, but now she was older. Habits changed and none of them had expected this one to change as much as it did.

"At least have something to eat for breakfast," her mother insisted and raised a disapproving eyebrow at the granola bar Amabelle ate. She hated how her parents made her eat a quality breakfast. Usually the girl just ate stuff at school for breakfast but they didn't like the school food. It was all fake and processed, something they all hated here.

"If I get to choose," Amabelle said with a small smile knowing what she'd pick immediately.

"It depends what it is..." her mom began and looked curiously at Amabelle.

"Cake," she requested because she had seen the large chocolate cake just yesterday being made in the kitchen. Smelled it too.

"No," her mom inquired and shook her head along with it. The delicate red curls bobbing along with her head motions which Amabelle loved about her mom.

"It's my birthday though," Amabelle whined slightly as an excuse and heard soft laughter from Tony who was about to pipe in. Uncle Tony did anything for Amabelle and she knew he'd been wanting cake too.

"Yeah Tasha, it's the kids big day. Let her have what she wants," Tony requested along with Amabelle who giggled a bit. Tony usually didn't whine but even he had put on a bit of a show for this. It was just cake and they could always get more or bake it again. Finally though, Natasha gave in and with no words stood up to go and grab plates, forks, and the cake. A pang of guilt hit the teen as she forgot about Thor. Still, there would always be more cake and tons to go around. The pan had looked huge.

"Thanks mom," Amabelle said happily just a few minutes later as she crossed her legs and took the fork. Delving into the cake was fun as she nibbled on it's outer white surface and the chocolate insides. Everyone loved the cake, it wasn't worth the debate that one of Natasha's other strong points was baking. Soon though it would be time for school so Amabelle had to hurry up. She didn't want to look like a pig and begin to shove it all in her mouth but instead ate a few more larger sized bites before declaring herself done.

"Are you sure?" Clint asked his daughter, pausing his fork at the entrance to his mouth. Amabelle nodded before standing up and gripping her plate, walking inside to go and grab her jean vest and backpack from one of the dining room chairs.

The fifteen year old said goodbye quickly before opening the car door, she was at school now. Already swarms of kids were hugging goodbye and signing each others yearbooks. It was all a little overrated in Amabelle's mind as she exited the car and walked inside the building swiftly. No one paid her any attention, something she was used to by now and tried to let it slide by. She secretly wanted the attention and craved just a little bit of it. To sit with all the girls and guys who people actually knew and wanted to be at lunch would be a little piece of heaven to the girl. Something she doubted but anything could happen. It was only high school too, and after high school she'd be being trained by some of the toughest people. Hunting some of the craziest villains and hiding everything that she was and once had been. Amabelle knew how to hide everything, her emotions could use work but she was only fifteen. Not even old enough to drive, but the girl had driven herself out of the last two missions she'd been in. The girl slid by everyone once more, trying to avoid the too large groups and the one near some of the classrooms. While there were the people she was longing to hang out with, there were those she detested. The girl could seem nice on the outside, but the inside was trained assassin. She wasn't programmed like her mom was but in her mind she had all the thoughts. Strategies ran wild and thoughts escaped through and through. It took a lot to keep it all in but she managed. She didn't know how she did but in the last eight years of knowing things the girl had been able to keep her mouth shut. She would kill some people in a heart beat if she could.

"Happy birthday Amabelle," a soft,male voice came from behind her and Amabelle turned. There was a boy who she had in a few of her classes standing there looking pretty innocent. He was the kind of boy who had a ton of girls crushing on him but was too naïve to notice it. She wasn't interested in Oliver, even though he was sort of cute. A slight blush reached her cheeks as he talked to her. He was talking to her.

"Thanks Oliver. How're you?" She asked, hoping to make a little bit of a conversation. Oliver was sort of independent but hung out with the group she dreamed of. He liked to read historical fiction books and program things through computers. Oliver had always been nice to Amabelle when they'd been partners for school projects, he'd been over to her house once to work on a project last year. Amabelle had never heard the end of that between her extended family. Tony had killed the poor girl for the next three months to come, even her own dad had joined in at the teasing every now and then.

"I'm good. Excited for the year to end. My family and I are going to Germany for a few weeks," Oliver told her with a bright smile. The blush on her cheeks had begun to vanish but the girl found it hard to let it go away fully. Why was he talking to her so easily and fluently? It wasn't like Amabelle was weird, she just was...a loner. It hurt sometimes to admit it because the girl didn't want to be like that but if it was what it took to keep herself safe, she was willing to risk it all. Love, friendships, anything that would get in her way she knew had to go.

"That sounds cool. I think we'll just be hanging around home. Maybe going to Washington DC in August," Amabelle answered, telling the half truth. Before leaving for school she had checked her tablet and found an email from Nick Fury, the head of SHIELD and man in charge of forming the avengers. The email had been sent to everyone telling them of a conference in DC for martial arts skills but also how there were...problems arising there. Hackers and robberies were some of the worst things, nothing that couldn't use a little bit of help for it.

"I went there in eighth grade. Did you go on the field trip to DC?" Oliver asked, showing a sudden interest. She knew he would ask why she'd be going there so quickly Amabelle formed lies in her head. Another thing she had programmed herself to do.

"Yeah, we were partners during the trip to the Smithsonian," Amabelle reminded him and now it was Oliver's turn to blush. By now the two of them had reached her locker and Oliver leaned up against it. His face was beat red and Amabelle felt bad. She shouldn't have brought that up maybe.

"Oh, yeah sorry," Oliver apologised quickly and Amabelle just shrugged it off. "Amabelle, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to hang out sometime during the summer? Like maybe go to a movie or on a date," Oliver offered her. The girl so desperately wanted to say yes right away but at first bit her lip. Her parents might be mad at her, but then they would want to meet him again and make sure he was right. Amabelle had liked Oliver for a little while now but never told anyone. She didn't have many people to tell and most likely wouldn't ever tell anyone of her family or at home. That'd be pure torment.

"Hm...sure, that would be fun," Amabelle answered and looked at Oliver sincerely. "I mean it," she reassured him after seeing his face fall a bit but light up again immediately. Oliver was so happy and even though they weren't dating, it was going to be a date and maybe they'd end up dating someday. Oliver was sixteen, he had been held back a year but was pretty smart. Or average at least, still Amabelle didn't care. As long as she was happy and it wouldn't be too big of a commitment, they weren't getting married.

"Thanks. Sorry, I've got to go to homeroom now. Here's my number," Oliver said quickly and leaned out a pencil and paper as he scrawled his number on the sheet of paper quickly. Amabelle smiled quickly as she then got her face back to normal, she felt normal at least now.

"Bye!" Amabelle said happily as she watched him walk off to homeroom, on the way connecting with a friend of his.

It didn't take long for Amabelle to suddenly regret her decision. Slowly, the girl leaned her head against her locker as she heard the first bell ring. It was fine, she had three minutes left to worry about what her family would think if they found out. She'd have to try and tell them sometime, it'd be hard and she knew her parents would just want to ignore it. Her mother had once thought that was love was a childish feeling, a game that she never would take part in but Natasha now was a mother and wife to Clint Barton. The two had had a connection when they'd first met in Budapest, first working together as a team then soon getting things to work as a love. A commitment. Amabelle knew how important life decisions were, being the career she had ahead of her proved it exactly. One decision and your life could end, that was being a trained assassin or spy. Love wasn't always a childish game and maybe it was her turn to take part in the game, for once at least let herself be part of something. Maybe it'd be worth it.

The bell would ring soon and Amabelle counted away the seconds quietly in her head. Only ten more seconds were to be left until she was free and could focus on summer. Everyone counted down when it got to ten and the bell rang, kids flew out of their seats and to the door. Amabelle stayed behind for a moment, thanking the teacher for a good year then silently exited from the room. Amabelle had just finished being a freshman and now even had a date coming up. She fingered the slip of paper inside her pocket, his writing was nice and soon she'd analyze it. Or her mom and dad would help her to make sure he wasn't fake. It embarrassed Amabelle to do that but he could easily be a trained spy trying to lure her back into his trap. The girl exited the classroom and smiled at her dad in the car before looking out the window and crying a bit. She had liked freshman year.