Mimic

Summary: Avery thought she was a military brat. However, she learns the truth that she was no typical girl. Now she has to live on the run with her ability while crossing paths that no person should encounter, especially the Winter Soldier.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. This will be based more on the movies than the TV show or comics.

Chapter 1: The truth

Avery's POV

I was born on the run.

At first, I had no choice. I grew up traveling. It was part of my dad's job as he served in the military. Moving every two years from one state in the United States to another country. There was no normalcy and consistency. The only normal was the books I read and homework. My favorite subject was history, especially during World War II. My father found my history interest amusing that he took me to the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian Institute. I found the history of Captain America fascinating, especially the picture of him and his fellow comrades.

It has always been the two of us: my father, Captain Kent Reynolds, and me, Avery Reynolds. My mother, Jocelyn Reynolds, passed away from giving birth to me. It was a struggle for my father at the time, being an officer and raising a daughter. But he managed to provide me with a good life.

Although I'm not in the classroom, I have extra after school activities in foreign languages and martial arts. When dad gets his orders for an overseas move, a foreign speaker would be at the door next week to train me to learn the language. My teachers were impressed by my strong memory, although they bicker on my writing skills and grammar. I am excellent in martial arts that I was only fifteen when reaching black belt, plus other fighting styles. When living in America, Dad would take me camping, he let me try girl scouts…but after brownies…I didn't like it.

I did enjoy the cookies.

But in America, Dad would take me camping, hunting, sailing, skiing, and more. Sometimes I wonder if my dad was grooming me for the Naval Academy…To be the next best female officers. Yet even with these activities, my memory in academics was up to date. I mainly got A's, except a B in physics and calculus. Yet the ADHD was a struggle in the classroom on social standards, not staying still and emotional burst. My absorption of memory took everyone by storm. At seventeen, I got many scholarships for colleges in the United States. Although my English portion in SAT's was shitty.

However, Dad always wanted me to be close. Not wanting his baby girls leaving the nest. So, I took the scholarships of becoming a teacher. Living off-campus and taking care of the house.

Although, everything changed when the aliens came.

It was 2012 when my dad barged into our home in a panic. In the living room, I watched the news of this man who calls himself Loki, demanding humanity to surrender until Captain American intervenes. Getting up, I went to see what was going on. Kent was in my room packing my things.

"Dad, what is going on?" I asked.

"We need to leave," Kent answered.

"Why?" I asked.

Kent didn't answer as he got my backpack ready, filled with clothes, and went to the bathroom. I was utterly confused, grabbing my laptop and phone.

"Don't grab those," Kent said.

"But…"

"I'll buy you a new one." He assured as he left the room.

I was utterly confused, still taking the bag and going downstairs. At first, I thought he was in a rush for a trip. But I was mistaken, when we got to the airport, the name on the passport had a different name. Meanwhile, the location we were going to was Britain.

We were sitting in first class, while Kent was apprehensive until taking off. There weren't many people in first class, and the flight attendants were focused on the economy. Thinking the other first-class passengers were asleep, I looked at him.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked,

"I'm sorry, Avery, but your mother made a mistake." He murmured.

"Mistake?" I asked.

Kent nodded, "You know your mother was a scientist. But there was an experiment that went wrong."

For the next eight hours, Kent told me the truth. Jocelyn was a Doctor in the research department for the military. She worked for an organization called SHIELD; however, there was an experiment that went wrong. It was supposed to make the perfect soldier, recreating the Super Soldier Serum from World War II, except without the steroid effect. What mother research confiscated was a serum that can make somebody who can grasp information and use it to their advantage founded by HYDRA long ago during the Cold War.

There was a small explosion, but there were no results during the research. Jocelyn was pregnant with me at the time, and SHIELD and her worried about the exposure. They kept watch, but after mom's death, SHIELD kept their distance as doctors evaluated me the first two years of my life, finding nothing. My cognitive function was that for a typical toddler. So, Dad took full custody. However, SHIELD kept watched of me, and it shows the mutated gene is in my system, as my dad has proven through his training.

"So, we are running from SHIELD?" I asked quietly.

"Them and HYDRA," Kent answered. "With superheroes out there-there are challenges; challenges will do anything against those with powers. If they find out about you, then…I can't protect you."

He pulled out a leather-bound notebook. "Keep this on you at all times. You can never stop moving, and this will be your map."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I will need to return, but once I know you are safe. I will keep in contact." He assured.

Once we landed in London, we were at the hotel. Kent showed more documents, handing the new passport, credit card, travelers check, and other means. Even a flash drive. He told me to stay in the room while he went out. In two hours, Kent came back with a new laptop and an international cell phone—two of them.

"Only call me on this number," Kent ordered.

Together we set up new accounts on emails, Skype, and the hardest deleting my Facebook account. Even though I'm a legal adult, I felt so overwhelmed that I have to give up my life and career. But worse is, Kent would risk his career.

The next few days were adjusting and learning.

"When did you discover I wasn't normal?" I asked

Kent inhaled sharply, "When you saw your first Olympics. You watched the gymnast performed on the dance floor. Next thing I knew, you were doing exactly what she was doing without any training."

"So, it's monkey see, monkey do," I muttered.

Kent nodded, "you receive muscle memory and knowledge absorption. However, based on what

your mother stated in her notes, not all information can be grasping. Over time if the information is not being used, then it will leave the long-term memory system. So always practice your language skills and fighting."

"Do I need to change my appearance?" I asked.

Kent nodded.

So, going to the nearest store, I purchased black hair die. It wasn't long before my dirty blonde locks were midnight black and my hair cut short.

When the week came to an end, Kent and I walked to the train station to Paris.

We hugged each other.

"Stay safe, keep moving no matter what," Kent said.

I nodded, "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Avery."

But when I read the journal, I was in shock at what was inside. Locations to hide out if necessary, medical treatments, but most of it was my mother's research written to me:

To my baby girl,

If you are reading this, then you are more special than anyone in the world…

.o0o.

Over the next year, I kept to my father's instructions. I stayed at hostels in Europe. Doing small part-time jobs in markets, hostels, remote jobs, or sitting in a corner with a cup. Though I kept careful watch, ever since probably when news of the celebrity Tony Stark announcing he was Iron Man and the war on terrorism. It has been a few years now; it still caused a trigger effect. Recently there was strange red smoke in England, where siting of Thor was mention.

Nearly every time I hear news of extreme crimes or terrorism, I would leave to the next country. Making new friends with other backpackers. When at hostels, I would call Kent once a week, giving him an update but vague.

That was how we communicated, through voice mail until he finds a safe location to call me. Though one day, he actually answered his phone:

"I'm visiting Italy, think you can come over and we can spend time?" Kent asked.

"Sure, where and when?" I replied

Kent gave me the coordinates and time before hanging up.

So, saying bye to my backpacker friends, I got on the first train to Italy.

Little did I know I was being followed?

So, my first attempt with Marvel Story. Let me know what you all think? Should I continue or not?

Avery's ability is based on the superpowers from Heroes. She has adoptive muscle memories and intuitive aptitude.

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