I walk into the dining hall and grab a plate of whatever this sludge is.
I dunno why no one wants to sit with me.
Maybe it's cause I'm the youngest recruit. Or maybe it's because I have a high IQ. Maybe because I excel in everything. No one but Clint and Tasha ever sit with me. Sometimes Fury will come and talk with me, but he makes me soo nervous. I'm sixteen. The rest of them are in their twenties to thirties.
I sigh and sit at the smallest table.
Clint walks into the room.
He's got a black eye, A huge lump on his forehead and his quiver is missing from his back.
I watch him argue with the lunch lady.
She hands him a plate of... Sushi?
Clint hates sushi.
He walks up to where I am sitting.
"Hey, Kiddo. How did you sleep last night?"
"Coulda been better. You?"
"I would have slept better if I didn't have a concussion." He says with a smile. Clint's like my older brother. If most big brothers work for a spy organization and shoot better than a professional marksman, that is.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. Is that for me?" I ask him.
"Only if you swap me."
We switch plates and as we eat, Natasha walks up and sits down. All she has for breakfast is a cup of coffee.
"Hey. What happened to you, Clint?"
He points to me and she smiles. Natasha is like a big sister. I can go to her with problems like: Do my shoes match my hair? Or: I'm wearing a fancy ballgown. Where the heck do I put my knife?
"Wow. And she did this, how?" she asks.
"Training exercise last night."
Natasha looks at me, then at Clint.
"Nice. Just be warned. Fury might ask you guys to demonstrate." She says then grabs Clint's arm and pulls him away.
"See you later, Reen." He says and they leave me to finish my sushi alone.

After breakfast, I go to the training room and start whaling on a training dummy.
Another person walks in.
He looks vaguely familiar and I kinda recognize him but I keep beating the dummy up.
"Miss? Are you supposed to be in here without supervision?"
"Yep. I have clearance."
"Are you sure? Aren't you supposed to train with other people?"
"No one wants to train with me. I'm the misfit."
He moves the dummy and stands in front of me.
"You move well enough for an girl, Er, a agent."
"I'm too young for them. They don't like me."
"I think you could use a live training session. Ready?"
He stands ready and motions me to do the same.
I move and he jabs at me.
I hit back.
He jumps and hits where my head was a second earlier.
I kick his stomach and he grabs my foot.
He flips me.
I slide under him and trip him.
He stands and grabs my shoulder.
I use his momentum to flip him over my back.
He grabs my foot and pulls.
I kick him.
He swings at me and I jump and grab his head.
He pulls me forward and I grab his arm.
I hit his back and he pulls me forward.
He grabs me and flips me onto the floor.
I trip him and he falls to the floor.
We lay there panting for breath.
"I never got your name, by the way." I say and he grins.
"I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."
"I'm Maureen Sutton."
Slowly, realization creeps into my brain.
I just beat up Captain America!
Crap.
I'm bleeding again.
He stands up then helps me up.
"You're bleeding. Here, lemme help." He says and puts a leather jacket over me.
"Uh, Um, Thanks. But what are you doing here?"
"Fixing a problem."
"I see. Uh, hi Director Fury, sir." I say and swallow.
He frowns and walks up to us...