I'm starting to get tired of typing this again but, oh well

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. ONLY ANDY. I don't have enough imagination to create so many wonderful characters.

JOUIR! (Enjoy! in French apparently)

Andy ran towards the elevator, dragging Fury along behind her. Entering the elevator she let go of Fury's hand and sat down on the elevator floor with a rather loud thud.

Fury looked down at her amusedly before pushing the button labeled The Brig. The elevator moved downwards and Andy spoke up as she tentatively stood up, "So what's the brig?" she asked curiously.

"You'll see." Fury answered.

"Okay then. So who're gonna be my mentors?" Andy asked excitedly.

"You'll see." Fury answered again.

Andy huffed, "You're not very socially talkative Nikki."

All Fury did was scoff, as the elevator doors opened up to the brig.

Andy's eyes widened as she looked around. The brig was a large, dark room that was filed with busy people running around or sitting in front of bright screens that had shapes and numbers floating across it so fast that it made Andy dizzy as she looked on.

Fury lead her to a round table at the other end of the room, three people were already sitting around the table dozing off slightly.

When the three noticed Fury walking towards them they looked up and Andy gulped, "Those are the people I fought earlier on." she thought nervously.

The three immediately looked at Andy and gave Fury looks that all in all said, "The-fuck-she-doing-here?"

Andy cleared her throat, "Um. Hello! How do you do?" she asked as she slowly shuffled towards a corner.

The three didn't answer.

"Right." she thought solemnly, "Awk-ward."

Romanov fidgeted a bit in her seat and Andy glanced over to her. Her eyes widened a bit, Romanov was sitting in a wheelchair with her legs stuck together.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she stepped towards her direction. "I'm so sorry! I guess I got a bit carried away back there in Time Square, huh?" and with that she walked towards Romanov, her wand drawn.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?" Romanov exclaimed.

"Oh hush." she muttered, "And hold still, do you want mobility back in your legs or not?"

Romanov looked at her uneasily and looked up at Fury who nodded his head reassuringly. Romanov looked back at Andy who was kneeling patiently on her side and nodded her head.

"Alrighty then," Andy said and tapped her wand on one of her legs and muttered something incoherent. Romanovs legs glowed faintly for a few seconds and everyone at the table looked closer to see what was happening. When the glow disappeared Romanov stood up and walked around to test them out.

"Thanks." she said after a while as she sat down in a normal chair.

"Not a problem." Andy said waving it off, "It was my fault anyway."

Then she looked to Barton, "Are you alright?" she asked, sincerely concerned.

Barton nodded, "Yeah, but you scared me half to death though."

"That's good." her eyes widened, "Not the half dead thing though that's not good, I mean that it's a good thing that you okay." she rambled.

Barton snorted, "It's okay. Breath."

Andy blushed, "Sorry."

Then Fury cleared his throat and motion for Andy to sit down. She sat as far away from Coulson as possible, as he was twirling his taser in his hand.

"Coulson, put that away now." Fury ordered sternly.

Coulson obeyed and smirked slightly at Andy. Realizing that he had taken out his taser on purpose made her do the most mature thing anyone her age would do, she stuck out her tongue.

"Can we get down to business, please." Fury asked irritably and all four faces looked up at him.

"What is she?" Barton asked gesturing toward Andy's direction.

"You were all called here for a very particular task." he began, ignoring Barton's question. He addressed the three older agents, "Andy here," he said as he place both his hands behind the chair she was sitting on, "Is the now the newest addition to your elite group." Barton and Romanov both raise an eyebrow, "Therefore," Fury continued, "You three are now officially her mentors. You start training tomorrow morning."

An uproar began as soon as the last word left his lips.

"Why do we have to take care of her?" Barton asked

"Um."

"If I had known what she's capable of I could have taken her out." Romanov stated.

"Can I explain."

"She's only a child, why can't we just send her home?" Coulson asked.

Andy huffed "EXCUSE ME!" she yelled out finally.

The room fell silent and looked at her.

"Right, well to start, why don't you ask me those questions." she asked sarcastically, "Furthermore, I haven't got a home anymore. My parents have passed on and most of the people who know me think I'm dead." she started off coldly. The three agents were looking at her attentively so she went on, "And I may be a child but I've been through quite a lot of things, so I can take care of myself just fine." she looked at Fury to see if she should keep going. Fury nodded. "My name is Andromeda Nymphadora Lupin." she continued, "I'm sincerely sorry for acting stubborn back in Time Square, I only came to America to start over."

She turned towards Romanov and smirked, "And to comment on what you said just now; I don't know what you're capable of, but I'm pretty sure you don't even know a fourth of what I'm capable of, even if you saw me fight."

"What makes you so sure?" Romanov challenged.

"Because I'm one-hundred percent sure that you've never fought against anyone like me." Andy said smugly.

"Oh and what is that?" Romanov asked sarcastically, "An Alien?"

Andy laughed, "Not...even...close," she said as she wiped a tear away with the back of her hand.

"Mutant?" Barton asked.

"I still have no idea what that is, so, no." Andy answered. She was about to say witch, when Coulson said something that made her blood chill.

"Vampire?" he joked.

When Andy didn't answer all heads turned towards her.

"Agent Lupin?" Fury asked suspiciously, "Is something wrong?"

"Kinda," she said shakily, "Well, first off I'm a witch." she said to the three younger agents as she snapped her fingers causing flames to jump out like a lighter, making them jump.

Andy waved the flames off her fingers and stared at Fury guiltily, "But I have an itty bitty problem that I guess I should've told you about earlier."

"You're a vampire witch." Fury said blankly.

Andy scoffed, "Vampires don't exist."

"Well excuse me for having an open mind with all this going on." Fury retorted, "Anyways, what else are you?" he asked curiously.

"You're a witch?" Barton asked dumbly.

"Magic exists?" Romanov asked blankly.

Coulson was looking at Andy curiously.

"Uh." Andy began nervously, "What if they reject you like back in England." she thought fearfully. "You know I think I should tell you tomorrow. It's a rather long story and I don't think I have it in me to tell you without sleeping in the middle of it." she said as she faked a yawn. She looked up at Fury and smiled sleepily, "Maybe it would be best if you just lead me to my room, so I can, How do you say? Hit the barn? Cow?" she thought for a moment, "Ah, hay! That's right, hit the hay." All four of the adults in the room looked at her blankly.

Fury sighed, "Tomorrow morning it is."

"Right!" Andy exclaimed; clapping her hands together as she stood up quickly, "I suppose one of you guys will take me to the dorms or whatever, right?"

"Right." Fury glanced at the three agent before walking away towards the center of the brig, "She's you three's problem now." he said smirking.

Andy looked at the agents in front of her warily.

Coulson stood up and walked towards the elevator, "Follow me." he said in monotone.

Romanov and Barton were inching away from Coulson when Andy called out to them, "Didn't he say that I was a problem for the three of you?"

"He did say that, didn't he." Coulson commented.

Romanov trudged towards the elevator mumbling something unintelligible in Russian with Barton following reluctantly behind her.

Coulson looked at Andy from inside the elevator, "Are you coming?" he asked, snapping Andy out of her train of thought.

Andy's eyes widened in embarrassment, she was still at the round table. "Yes. Sorry. Hold on." she stuttered as she kicked back the chair. She tried to walk towards the elevator calmly but tripped along the way, falling face first; a long string a colorful vocabulary escaped her lips causing everyone on the brig to look up and stare at her.

She stood up and brushed herself off, blushing madly she ran to the elevator. The moment she entered the elevator the doors snapped shut and the red emergency light turned on. She sunk to the floor with her back lean against the wall face in her hands.

After a couple of minutes someone was tapping her shoulder "That was an awesome first impression. Better than mine when I started." a voice said.

Andy lifted her head to see Barton crouched in front of her.

"You think so?" Andy asked tentatively.

"Definitely. Maybe I'll tell you the story one day. Would you like that?"

Andy nodded her head as her blush faded away, Barton glanced up at her head, "Then maybe I could tell you the story when mum and dad and I went exploring in the woods." she contemplated.

Barton smiled, "That would be nice." he glanced up at her head again, "Come on, stand up." he said as he stood up and held out his hand.

Andy took it gratefully, "Thank you." she said as she heaved herself up.

The emergency light flicker off and the elevator began to move down.

"Not a problem." he said.

There was a moment of silence and now everyone in the elevator was looking at her head.

"Is there something on my face?" Andy finally asked. Carding a hand thought her hair.

The elevator doors opened and they exited.

"There's nothing on your face-" Barton started before being interrupted by Romanov.

"Did you know your hair changes color?" Romanov asked.

"Tasha, you don't just ask people that." Barton murmured.

"What? It wasn't meant to be rude. What if she didn't know?" she defended.

Andy spoke up fingering her hair, "It's okay," she told Barton, "Color changing hair is weird, she has the right to be curious." she looked at Romanov, "I get it from my mom, she was a metamorphmagus. They can change their appearance by will." Andy scrunched up her face and her hair began to lengthen and curl, turning the exact shade of fiery red as Romanov's. Her facial features slightly sharpened. When she opened her eyes she was greeted with incredulous stares.

Romanov was the first to speak, "I...don't look like that."

Andy huffed, "I'm still practicing." she whined, as her facial features slowly returned to normal.

"So is that your special condition, being a Meat-morph? Coulson asked.

A plan quickly formed in Andy's head, "Call it Metamorph for short and yeah, in the wizarding world metamorphmagi are very rare and are sometimes looked down upon in society. I guess I should have just told all you that before."

There was a moment of awkward silence as they walked through the narrow hallway.

"I think it's cool." Romanov stated suddenly before walking ahead.

Andy smiled at her before tapping Coulson's shoulder, as they turned right onto a wider hallway, "Can we start over?" she asked as she sped up her pace to match his. She held out her hand, "My names Andromeda Nymphadora Lupin and I'm a witch."

Coulson looked at her hand before smiling slightly and taking it, "Philip Coulson."

"Can I call you Phil?"

"Can I call you Andy?"

Andy nodded her head.

"Then, yes."

Andy grinned, happy that they start anew. "So whats the names of them two?" she asked pointing her index finger at the two in front of them.

"Well Romanov's first name is Natasha and Barton's first name is Clint. Natasha was the newest addition here before you and they usually go on duo missions together."

"That's nice." Andy murmured as they stopped in front of a metal door.

"Is everything here made of metal?" she asked slightly annoyed as she knocked the door.

"Most of it." Coulson answered

Andy was humming in thought as Coulson swiped a card key through a slot next to the door. The door beeped twice and slid opened to a moderate sized bedroom complete with a work space, closet and bed.

Andy walked in and smiled broadly as she placed her satchel on the table at the back of the room and snapped off her traveling cloak to hang it on the chair. She looked at the three agents standing at the door, smiling wider than thought humanly possible while jumping up and down on the balls of her feet she bounced towards them.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." she squealed in childish glee as she hugged each one of the agent with every thank you. Clint was the only one who returned the hug, but Andy didn't care as she hugged the stiff Natasha and Phil.

When she finished hugging the three adults she looked around, thoughtful this time, before turning back to face the three at the door.

She walked back to the door, brows furrowed in thought, "Could you step in here for a bit and close the door?" she asked suddenly.

The three looked at her quizzically but filed in without question; Coulson swiping the key card again, locking the door.

Andy walked next to the door and knocked the door a few times, placing her ear onto the cool metal. The agents behind her looked over her shoulder to see want she was doing.

"What exactly are you do-" Coulson began.

"How much force can this door withstand and for how long?" Andy interrupted.

"What!?" all three of them asked at the same time.

"How much force can this door withstand and for how long?" she repeated irritably.

The three thought for a moment before Coulson spoke up, "A rhino could ram into this door and it wouldn't even leave a scratch."

Andy smiled in what seemed to be relief, "This is brilliant." she muttered. "Thanks." she said, looking at them as she sat on the bed. She patted her knees awkwardly, "I guess I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning or something, right?"

Coulson swiped open the door, "Right, Agent Romanov will be here to wake you up and bring you to your new uniform. Then we'll go to the training room to see what else you can do." As he was about to close the door he hesitated before saying, "Have a good night, Agent Lupin"

As the door closed, the last thing Coulson saw was her childish smile.

The three agent walked down the hall in awkward silence.

"So what do you think about her?" Clint and Natasha asked simultaneously.

Phil looked at the two amusedly and answered, "Well for starters, she's odd.-"

"Well yeah, she's a witch." Clint defended.

"Odd, isn't always a bad thing. You should've let me finish my sentence, no need to get defensive." Phil said.

"She has loads of potential if she starts now." Natasha commented, as they entered the elevator.

Phil hummed in agreement as he pushed the button to the training room.

After a few moments Clint spoke up.

"Do you really think, being a metamorphmagus was her secret?" He asked darkly as the elevator moved up.

"No." Natasha said bluntly.

"Definitely not." said Phil.

"Neither do I." Clint said.

The elevator door opened and Clint and Natasha walked out onto the training room. Phil stayed in the elevator and pressed the button for the brig.

"Well, we'll find out eventually." Natasha said, as she loaded two Glock 26's.

"Definitely." Coulson agreed and the elevator doors closed.

The next morning, at 5:00 am, Natasha was up and about and walking to Andy's new room with a couple fresh uniforms and an ID card. As she approached Andy's door she found that it was open and coming closer Natasha gasped.

The inside of the room looking nothing like it did when they had given it to her yesterday. The inside of her room was now a warm scarlet color with dashes of gold every now and then, the fluorescent light that were once up above had been replaced with candles that were lining three of the four walls, the last wall was lined with bookcases that were stuffed with books, on the floor some books were still piled in stacks all over the room. The worktable was the same but the plain old bed that was once in the far left corner of the room was now a single, wood, four poster bed with a scarlet blanket and SHEILD's white pillows."

"All of this and she keeps SHEILD's pillows." Natasha thought as she walked into the room, "Agent Lupin?" she called out.

No answer.

Natasha shrugged and placed the uniforms and ID card on the bed before looking around curiously.

On the work table there were pieces of paper scattered across it with numbers and symbols that even she didn't understand.

Natasha in turn, quickly whipped out a mini camera and took a few shots of the paperwork before stowing it away.

As she looked on, she spotted a collage of pictures on the wall next to the bed, she moved closer and to her surprise they were moving.

Some of them were photos of two older boys and girl with a younger, care free looking Andy, sporting an array of colorful hair, waving and joking around on camera. Other photos had Andy with other children running and playing in what appeared to be a school and a village.

One picture however, caught Natasha's eye.

Natasha stopped moving around and took a good look at this one. It was framed and was placed on the bed side. Three people were waving at the camera, one was a man and the other a woman. The man was older and tall with flecks of gray peppering his sandy brown hair with two scars marring his smiling face, he looked to be in his late forties, but looking into his brown eyes Natasha saw youth. The woman was almost the exact opposite of the man, she was younger and had short, bright pink hair and a beautiful heart shaped face, however she was smiling just as much.

The two were standing together smiling and waving at the camera on a beach but there was someone on the mans shoulders. It was a toddler, around three or four years old, waving gleefully at the camera with one hand and her other hand in her mouth. Her hair was changing color every few seconds and she was laughing happily.

"Andy?" Natasha thought curiously, as she put the photo down.

"Now if I could only find her." Natasha muttered, scooping up the uniforms and ID before walking out of the room trying to piece together the history of SHEILD's new member.

Natasha managed to find Andy in the mess hall and surprisingly enough, it wasn't that hard.

Other agents that walked past her to the stairs were chattering about an amazing girl making food in the mess hall.

Huh. Isn't that odd.

Natasha stalked to the mess hall, clearly irritated, and pushed open the door.

Natasha stared.

Never in the years she had worked in SHEILD, had the mess hall been this crowded. Agents were lined in single file, actually waiting for the food being served.

Natasha looked around the mess to see what they were waiting for and saw not the regular mystery meat, but omelets, french toast, waffles and assorted other.

She soon spotted Clint and Phil eating omelets and walked over to them.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked pleadingly.

Clint and Phil looked up from their omelets, smiling genuinely.

"Andy." they stated simply before diving back into their breakfast.

Sighing, Natasha put the uniforms and ID next to Clint. "Lose this and die." she stated coldly as she stalked towards the kitchen.

When Natasha entered the kitchen she spotted Andy near the sink chopping onions and was almost hit with a flying pot of soup.

"What the-!"

Andy stopped chopping and turned around, smiling, "Good morning Miss Romanov!" she greeted in a sing-song voice as she washed her hands and dried them with a towel.

"Sit and get yourself comfy." she said pointing to the small table in the corner of the room. Before Natasha could protest Andy ran around to the stove, dodging flying plates of food expertly with her long blue hair flowing behind her in a ponytail.

Natasha looked around a bit awkwardly before finally sitting on the chair of the small table.

Andy came back around holding a steaming bowl and handed it to her, "Soup?" she offered. "You seem, like everyone else on this ship, that you haven't eaten a proper meal in a while." she reasoned.

Natasha looked at the soup suspiciously.

Andy smiled, "I haven't poisoned the soup or anything."

Natasha looked at the soup warily, but picked up the spoons and took a sip. And another. And another.

Andy giggled, "You want bread with that Miss Romanov?"

Natasha almost blushed but held it in, "Yes please." she mumbled.

Smiling again, Andy went back to the kitchen and sent over a few pieces of bread on a plate with a few well concentrated waves of her wand.

"I'll be done soon, Miss Romanov. Just give me few minutes to serve the rest of them." she called over her shoulder as she handed another agent waffles and coffee.

"Thank you." the agent mumbled as she bustling away.

"Your welcome." Andy called out before calling up the next in line.

The next agent in line stepped forward.

"Good morning! What would you like for breakfast?" Andy started cheerily.

"One cup of coffee please." a female voice said.

Andy looked up and her eyes widened, "Miss Hill, how do you do?"

Agent Hill was clearly taken aback by Andy's change in attitude, but answered, "Fine, thanks."

Andy smiled shyly as she took out a coffee cup, "I'd like to say I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday." she started, as she added one and a half spoons of instant coffee. "It was a long day and I was a bit cranky after the interrogation." she continued as she added two and a quarter spoons of sugar. "And I would appreciate it," she went on as she poured hot water into the mug. "if you would allow me to start over." she finished, adding a dash of half and half.

"Here." Andy said, gesturing to the cup in front of her.

Hill took the cup and took a sip, her eyes widened and she gave out a tiny sigh of content.

"Good?" Andy asked.

"Perfect." Hill sighed, "Thank you."

"Your welcome." Andy said softly, smiling as she watched Agent Hill walk out of the mess hall.

Waving in the next in line, Andy finished off the last of the customers with a genuine smile.

Washing up Andy walked back to Romanov, who had just finish up the last of her soup and bread and was now washing her hands.

Andy spoke up from behind her, "Did you come here to talk to me or something?" she asked curiously. "I didn't really let you talk when you entered." waving her wand once and muttered something in Latin, making the pots and pans she used to wash themselves.

"Yeah, we were supposed to go up to the gym about an hour ago." Natasha said, "But it doesn't matter we can go now, your uniforms and your new ID card are outside. Let's go get them." she said as she turned off the water.

"Okey dokey." Andy chimed and the two agents walked out the kitchen door.

Hmmmmmm, what do you think Andy really is? O_o

-_- Personally I think I made it quite obvious, but whatever!

Please review! There are more reviews, favorites, etc. than I was actually expecting so thanks a ton to those who did.

Omelets made by Andy for all of you!

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