As it turned out, my great grandfather could do a lot.
Sadly, all we had were grainy photos and vague descriptions. Somehow though, they felt right to me.
I discovered that along with the notes of the SSR and SHIELD that what my grandfather could do was different then Wanda's. While she fired kinetic bursts and tricked people's neurons, I could pull energy from an invisible force. He called it Abbadragom, a mystical force that the natives of the Azores believed in. It was only guarded and accessed by the true heir of the guardian that had originally guarded it.
Apparently my great grandfather believed himself the heir and had named himself after the guardian A Raposa Alada or to those who didn't speak Portuguese, The Winged Fox. With his access to this energy he could do almost anything just by focusing his chi. Most commonly he focused on the woman he loved for his chi in meditation.
I continued researching both the files of the agencies and any stories of my native ancestors. The internet had hardly anything, but luckily with Tony's money I soon was able to have a private collection of myths and stories. I began to focus my own chi and grow my own abilities.
The Winged Fox could bring energy from Abbadragom into the physical world by deep concentration, and could create whatever he wanted with this energy just by focusing hard enough. He could create a circle of white gold energy to fly on. He could simply blast people away with the energy or focus it into arrows I most commonly found. I also saw that he could entrap his foes with bubbles of energy and grab hold of objects.
The only downside was that it drained me so much mentally that after only a couple hours I was on the verge of passing out.
After being engrossed in studying and focusing my chi, after finally unlocking the ability to shoot short but effective blasts from my fingers, things began to change.
Thor was summoned to Asgard for some apocalyptic event and Tony began to set up a space station for incoming threats. Both were soon gone for good, off in their own worlds, building or saving.
Director Coulson and Skye both had to leave, Skye to her commune of Inhumans and Coulson to oversee SHIELD being reestablished in the Eastern World. Both of them building their lives for the better.
Natasha and Clint stayed in New York but became preoccupied with a series of strange coincidences in Hell's Kitchen. Men in red suits, unbreakable skin and unmatched in martial arts could be threats or allies. Not only as former SHIELD agents but as Avengers they had to investigate.
Sam and Rhodey soon were off again too. Sam continuing a search for Bucky and Rhodey disputing potential threats for the country. Off to help fellow man and rescue people, each outfitted in the latest Stark Tech.
Pietro and Wanda too, went their own way. Off to who knew where. Cooped up as prisoners for Strucker had been harsh and they had been free to travel before. Armed with their new abilities they could truly travel without fear or trouble.
Steve remained as did Bruce and Vision. Unfortunately for me, neither Bruce or the android were interested in powers. Bruce pouring over scientific studies and Vision still learning to be human.
That left me with the great American Captain.
"Your powers are not your powers," He commanded me, "Your body is the weapon. The powers are a perk, a tool, something you choose to use."
"Easy for you to say," I growled as I dodged a punch.
Another 3 months had gone by, making it 4 since I had woken up and 8 months since I was hit.
8 months ago I had been cruising down PCH.
Now I was training with Captain America, learning not only how to use my new found powers but to also fight like normal.
It was definitely a change, a crazy one, but a cool one.
"I'm strong and I'm fast but that doesn't mean anything if I don't know how to use my body," He countered swinging at me.
I barely sidestepped the punch and kicked up. He caught my leg and threw me. Luckily I used to dance and was able to roll backwards as I landed, coming up to face him.
He nodded his approval.
"Good, stay on your feet and keep moving."
I lunged left and skipped over the hard mats, arching my leg up and around me. Just as my leg came off the ground I jumped kicking him hard in the chest. He followed the hit threw and turned. As I landed, he kicked at me, knocking me down. I rolled away and flung my hand out, focusing on him.
A short burst of white gold energy burst from my fingers, hitting him in the gut. He doubled over groaning.
"Sorry!" I whined, "I know, no powers! But it's not fair! You're too good!"
I saw him shake his head and he came up, running at me.
I screamed as he came at me with a flurry of punches and kicks.
With my abilities I could see them coming and theoretically I could tag or even beat his speed.
Theoretically.
"Ow!" I yelped as he elbowed my in the chest, swept his legs under me and forced me to the ground in an unbreakable hold.
"Well, isn't this interesting?" A side voice chuckled.
"Who?" I asked, only seeing the blue mat, "Natasha?"
"The one and only," She smiled, as Steve let me go, "Still having trouble?"
"Lots," I whined, rubbing my arms, "How do you do it?"
"Years and years of practice," Natasha smiled.
Suddenly out of nowhere, she grabbed Steve's arm and forced it behind him. When he tried to sweep her legs, she jumped on him. Natasha jabbed his nerves in his free arm and flipped over him, kicking him square in the chest. Steve tumbled down like a massive tree.
I could hear the booming crash he made.
"And surprise," She chuckled, "Definitely surprising."
"Badass," I nodded.
"Care to try a new game?"
"Are you going to punch me if I say no?" I asked.
She laughed and waved Steve over.
"Let's give her the dungeon obstacle course,"
"That's kinda tough. What about something lighter?" Steve asked.
"Nah," She brushed off the idea, "She's run the balance course like a thousand times."
"Fine," Steve grumbled, Natasha beamed.
"Hey Clint! Can you bring up dungeon?"
I looked up above the training room where the watchbox was and saw Clint working controls.
We stepped out of the middle of the room as it changed.
The mats were sucked underneath hard wood floors and large metal chains dropped from the roof, Parts of the floor were raised and ledges extended from the walls. I saw the middle of the floor recede away and be filled with water and an electric fence raised at the other end of the room. In front of us, poles shot out of the ground in various heights and thickness.
"Oh God," I gasped at the array of obstacles.
The training room was designed by of course Stark to change and transform into a variety of environments. It was designed to test anything and everything from spy work to brutal beatdowns to teamwork and hand to hand combat. I had seen the Avengers use it time to time as they practiced working together and in new ways.
I had only practiced beginner versions. Fighting in narrow spaces or on uneven ground. I had never done anything this intense before.
"It's easy," Natasha smiled at me.
Just as I opened my mouth I saw oil drip down a few chains, the wind machine start up and half the room become shrouded in darkness.
"Sorta," She rolled her eyes.
"You do it!" I stammered.
She shrugged and ran.
I saw her jump up on the poles, leaping gracefully as a gazelle until she came to a ledge. She jumped. Falling just short, she rolled out and ran up another set of raised platforms. I saw her run across, not stopping as she threw herself up at a chain. I saw her vanish into darkness, a slight rattle of chains, the only sound. Suddenly lights flared and I saw that she stood calmly on the other side of the room, poised by a lightswitch on a ledge.
"Done!"
I squeaked.
"Let's go," Steve said, "Natasha let's run combat too. Clint, can you get down here?"
"What?" I asked in shock.
"You'll run this, but we're going to shoot two birds with one stone. Train hand to hand and the course."
"Didn't you just say this was too hard for me?"
"That's why I'll let you use your abilities," He smiled, "If you can fly, you'll zip right over us to the lightswitch."
"If I can't?" I asked fearfully.
"Then you'll have a good workout," Steve laughed.
I yelped as I saw Clint come in, armed with his bow. He nodded and Natasha shut the lights off.
"I'll take high ground," Clint said, following a similar path as Natasha, ending up on a ledge just over the right side of the room. I saw Steve run and leap over the poles to a raised platform.
"Ready," He called to me, "Let's go."
I breathed and ran.