Hello dears! It's been a while. This chapter basically gives an insight into Florence's past.

Enjoy my lovelies and reviews/pm's would be much appreciated.

Steve Rogers POV.

"I really aren't sure about this Cap." Florence sighed. We, meaning the Avengers, were talking to her through the computer. Tony had set it up so don't ask me how it works.

"Florence, you know you can work in a team!" I exclaimed.

She sighed, "I know! I mean I can work in a team perfectly. I was an Avenger. But working in a team of teenagers? I don't think I can do it"

I looked at the young girl. The daughter of the great Hawkeye had been completely terrified at the thought of going to school like a normal child. I felt sorry for her. She grew up in one of SHIELD's many bases then moved in with the Avengers. The kid was homeschooled by Agent Coulson, this is the closest thing to normal she has ever experienced.

Sure she got to see her father but then what with being a spy, he became so incredibly busy that the girl was pushed out of his life and sent away, under Fury's guidance, to live in an S.H.I.E.L.D. training base run by an English lady, hence her accent. It was for her own safety. She stayed there until a few years ago, when she moved into the Avengers Mansion.

"Sorry if I let any of you down by being so stupid about this whole situation. Please don't tell dad."

"Ren stop that now" Hank and Tony scolded. Ren isn't her actual name, it's just what everyone here calls her. Now I believe she prefers everyone else to call her Flo. Only us, her family, gets to call her Ren.

Janet glared at her, playfully of course. It takes a lot for us to get angry at Ren. One habit she had though, which constantly bugged us, was that she chewed her blonde streaks when she was nervous.

She was anxious now. Her usually bright green eyes seemed dull. Even the silver specks in them couldn't make her seem remotely calm.

Wasp addressed her, "Ren, calm down. You're safe there. You're with your godfather. He won't let anyone hurt you. He never has, he never will."

Florence POV.

"He never has, he never will." As I listened to Jan I thought about the first time I met the Wolverine...

*flashback*

I was 5 years old and had just been reunited with my father. He had to fill in paperwork so I stood alone outside the office whilst he did what he had to do. Not far away from where I was standing I heard a yell.

"You can shove your job offer up your arse Fury. I'm getting the hell out of here." Heading towards me was a large, scruffy man. He literally radiated anger. What really caught my attention was the 3 long silver claws that came from his knuckles.

"Excuse me Mr?" I tapped his arm as he passed.

He looked at me and he stared at me, "What do ya want kid?"

I gulped then started talking, "You have claws, not many people do. Are you a mutant? I don't think you're an alien. You must be like me!"

I grinned, I had never met anyone with powers like I had. He raised an eyebrow at me, "Like you? I don't think so kid. There ain't no one like me." He began to walk away and even though I was 5 I knew I had to stop him.

Nothing about me made sense. My mum was bad, my dad was good. I had powers when no one else in my family did. My hair wasn't normal. My mother never even told me my birthday. I only know the year. That man could help me with things that no one else could.

I wouldn't let him leave.

To get his attention I sent an energy blast aimed at the flower vase near where he was walking. Unfortunately I missed, and hit the man. "I am so sorry Sir! I just wanted to show you that you aren't the only one who is different in the world. What's your name?"

"Logan, you?"

"Shadow."

"Your name is Shadow?"

"I'm gunna change it."

"To what?"

"Erm I don't know. Floss?"

"What like dental floss? How about Florence? Then I can call you Floss?"

"Wait so you want to see me again?"

He smiled, "Sure, who else is going to make sure you can control your gifts?"

At that point, dad walked out of the office, "Logan! Nice to see you again! I see you've met my daughter?"

I gave my dad a hug, "Daddy? Can Logan be my uncle?" Dad chuckled, "He's not my brother so he can't be your uncle, but I see no reason why he can't be your godfather."

Nick Fury stuck his head around the corner, "will you work for us then Wolverine?"

Uncle Logan grunted, "how about you go..."

*end flashback*

I didn't hear the end of that sentence as dad quickly covered my ears although now that I'm older I can probably guess what it was.

I heard a knock at the door, it wasn't Kitty since she had gone out with someone that Kurt called 'Lance Smellvers'. It was probably Kurt getting revenge for me smacking him in the head.

I turned to the screen in front of me and waved, "I've got to fly but we can definitely go on a mission together soon, right?"

They all smiled at me, "Of course!" "You can count on it" "Definitely"

Janet energetically waved, "I'll see you this weekend for some retail therapy kiddo!" She was my mother/big sister. She was ace.

I laughed at her excitement, "See you then! Love you all." And with that I switched off the high tech laptop, a gift from Ironman himself.

My visitor knocked again only louder this time. I opened it up to find to Remy LeBeau leaning against the door frame. Huh not what I expected.

"Fancy doing some training petite?"

Definitely not what I was expecting.