Being a baby actually wasn't all that bad. Sure having your diaper changed was a bit degrading but aside from that the lifestyle was very lax. This lax lifestyle led you to discovering something rather strange. There was a feeling that wouldn't leave you body, you couldn't control it and it was difficult to really feel at first but if you focused enough it was there. You didn't know how to describe it but it felt almost sharp, like ice water or a very hot fire but wasn't painful. After a few weeks of simply recognizing the feeling you started trying to track it.

It took about a month and a half before you could easily track the flow of the feeling throughout your body. The sharp feeling would weave in and out of your limbs, to your abdomen, chest and head. Once you could pick a point of the feeling and follow it until it circled back to its original position you began trying to manipulate and redirect the feeling. If you felt it moving towards your hand you would try to stop it, or force more of the feeling to it.

Doing this tired you quite quickly but you never stopped, Bruce and Tony would have never stopped toying with this new feeling, hell they probably would have figured out what it was by now. Using the two geniuses of your past life as motivation you spent every moment you were awake trying to decipher what that feeling was.

That being said, you spent a large majority of your early months with your mother, meaning you got distracted sometimes. She would wrap you up tightly against her chest and show you off to many of her friends. Everyday you saw a new part of the city you were born in. The city's buildings had a distinct traditional Japanese design to them. Tiled rooftops and multi-layered buildings sat in close proximity to one another, to the point where most buildings were sitting on top of one another or were completely joined. The city was built within a valley, the closest ridge had five faces carved into it, much like Mount Rushmore.

Power lines hung on hundreds of utility poles scattered throughout the city powering 80's style televisions and kitchen appliances. It was jarring how in your past life your friends would have thrown a fit about the lack of modern technology while here it seemed almost like an afterthought. There were no motor vehicles either, shipments and travelers arrived in horse drawn carts and carriages while the military traveled on foot.

Tony would lose his shit if he was here, there's only one local news channel on the television and I have not seen a cellphone or any type of internet here.

The last statement was true, you had yet to see an actual payphone or house phone or any type of cell phone in this city, whenever someone wished to communicate with someone they either had a letter delivered or visited them in person. And as far as you knew computers and the internet didn't exist here, your father stored all of his important documents in file cabinets in his study and had never mentioned anything close to a computer when home from work.

Despite the obvious technological setbacks you found that you rather liked your city. Children as young as two were allowed to play in the streets and explore with friends without parental supervision, men and women, young and old would walk the streets at anytime of day or night without the fear of being assaulted. It was peaceful.

Your mother had gone back to work six months postpartum, leaving you to spend your days with many different people. On most days you went with your father to his office, you weren't exactly sure but you figured he was a high ranking military official. Whenever someone would enter his office they would show nothing but respect, except for a select few. There were only a few individuals who would waltz into his office and act as though they were in their own home, your father never reprimanded them.

Two in particular always made sure to spend the majority of their visits fawning over you. At seven months you had come to know Namiashi Raidō and Shiranui Genma very well. Their daily visits consisted of them annoying your father with late paperwork and then playing with you for hours on end. Every visit from them was welcomed by you because you received toys, food, and entertainment.

Both men absolutely loved to spoil you and that had led you to become very fond of them. Raidō teased your father endlessly about how you loved him and Genma more than anything else and that usually resulted in very entertaining arguments.

The other three men were Maito Gai, who was absolutely fabulous, Saurtobi Asuma, your brother's sensei and Hatake Kakashi, a broken man who masked his loneliness with a nonchalant personality. While these three men didn't visit your father's office as often and Raidō and Genma did, they loved and cared for you all the same and you did as well.

Gai loved to take you out on walks while your father read through his write up. He would take you to his favorite training grounds and shops, occasionally stopping to buy you toy weights or healthy snacks.

Asuma would hand in his paperwork, lift you from your playpen and gossip with your father. You saw Asuma as much as you saw Genma and Raidō, he was your godfather after all.

Kakashi would simply poof into your father's office without paperwork, lift you into his arms and poof away. When you would regain your vision you would be in a completely different building or area of the city. Kakashi would find a place to sit and simply talk to you for hours on end. He told you everything from his early childhood, to his days in the war, to his sensei and two teammates, his current team and even about his father. The more he revealed about himself the closer he would hold you. He was seeking comfort and closure for things of the past, using you as a shrink rather than seeing a professional. When he would do this you did your best to show him you cared, that despite his own beliefs he was still a person worthy of love and happiness.

You wanted him to know that despite his past, he was still capable of good things. Given your young age you couldn't exactly voice what you wished to say but you tried your best to comfort him with close cuddles and uncoordinated sloppy cheek kisses.

Kakashi's trauma reminded you of Clint's so much, both had lost absolutely everything they cared for in a short amount of time and now were simply trying to just survive. Clint had pulled you out of your darkest times and in turn you had pulled him out of his. You wouldn't turn your back on Kakashi, not when you could hear Steve's voice in your head telling you to do the right thing.

Your father most likely knew that Kakashi was using you as a way to cope with his past but he never brought it up. Whenever Kakashi would bring you back to his office your father would simply remind him about the numerous reports he was neglecting. Kakashi would make a non committed noise and pat you on your head before poofing away.

These five men had wormed their way into your life much like the Avengers had, they weren't blood but they were family nonetheless.

On days when your brother was not busy he would take you with him to train. With him were his two closest friends Ino and Choji, a loud blonde with striking teal eyes and a chubby brunette boy who always had a bag of chips. The three would take their time arriving at a designated training ground to meet with their sensei, who in their case was Asuma.

While the three teens performed their hour warm-ups, Asuma would give you undivided attention. Sometimes he would play a more engaging form or peek-a-boo with you, other times he would bring you around the training grounds, pointing out all of the different flora and wildlife. Sometimes he would simply lay against a tree and cuddle you until you fall asleep. Though with every passing training session you learned that Asuma absolutely loved talking to you. It didn't matter what the subject was, he loved having long, drawn out one sided conversations with you. Most of the time these conversations turned into lectures.

He would go into great detail about Konoha's foundation and history with the other elemental nations, information you found very important. He also would speak about chakra, a form of energy that everyone has.

"Chakra is the combination of two types of energy, spiritual energy and physical energy. It allows a human to perform extraordinary actions like - walking on water, anti-gravity motion, manipulate nature types and perform jutsu or ninja arts. But you don't have to worry about that just yet Ayumi-chan."

You only heard the first part of his rant and quickly pieced together that the feeling you had coursing inside of you was most likely chakra.

So if I have chakra and chakra is used to perform magic, I can basically become something equivalent or superior to Strange?

Believing that to be true you spent the last few months honing in your skills. Over the course of the last 7 months you made many discoveries, some amazing and some not so amazing. The first discovery was that you had been born into a very influential and important clan. With this discovery came a very fond memory.

You had only been about a month and a half old at the time- the majority of which you had spent in the hospital due to further complications with your surgeries- when you were brought home. You expected perhaps a small get together consisting of only close family and friends, what you got was a house filled to the brim with people and food. People of all shapes and sizes gathered around your father trying to get a better look at you in his arms.

"Yah! If I didn't know better I'd arrest all of you for breaking and entering."

Your father scolded lightly though his smile conveyed his true feelings. In the last month you had learned that your father did not smile much for anyone who wasn't his family, this made any smile he directed towards others all the more special.

Two men who looked about the same age as father came forward and patted him on his shoulders. The first man you noticed was more heavy set than any other person you had seen while in this body, he also had light blue squiggly lines on both his round cheeks. You were wary of him at first though he immediately won over your heart when he gifted you with an eye smile. Oh you were a sucker for eye smiles. You quickly gifted him with a gummy smile of your own prompting an explosion of coos and squeals.

The second man had striking teal eyes and long dirty blonde hair. His face wore a teasing smile though it seemed more directed towards father than you.

"Goddamn Shikaku, how the hell did your ugly mug make this beauty?"

Your father simply rolled his eyes at the blonde man but you were thoroughly insulted on his behalf. Your father was the most handsome man to ever exist and the only man who could compete with him was your older brother. Your displeasure must have shown on your face and your father used that to tease his friend.

"You see because of that mean comment I'm letting Choza and his family hold her first."

Choza carefully held you in his arms and gave you another eye smile, you responded by holding your arms out to him and smiling back. While you would have never been caught dead doing this in your old line of work you found it increasingly difficult to stop now. While smiling at Choza you noticed two more people crowd you, a woman and a boy. Ah they're probably Choza's family.

"Oh my look at how tiny she is, already a month and a half old but still looking like a newborn. Choji come look at your baby cousin!"

A round boy timidly came closer and you internally cooed at his cuteness, he, like Shikamaru, was an almost exact replica of his father. At his mother's insistence and your family's approval he held out his arms, waiting for his father to place you in them. You could feel his frame shake lightly, breaking into a cold sweat so you did the only thing you could do to try to calm him, you smiled. Doing that must have been the right thing because he smiled back, eyes shining with an emotion you couldn't place.

"Don't hog all of her attention Choji! Let Ayumi-chan meet her future favorite cousin!"

At that you turned your head and saw a blonde girl standing directly in front of Choji, her brows were knit and her hands were on her hips. Choji started to protest but allowed you to be taken by the girl. What followed was best described as torture. The girl, Ino, bounced you around and walked in circles and talked too fast, so by the time you were passed to your paternal uncle your mood had soured a bit. This quickly changed when you met Nara Ensui.

Nara Ensui was your father's younger brother, he wore dark green eyeliner and was much more dangerous than he let on. His first reaction to you being plopped in his arms was to ignore you, he held you in the crook of his left arm as he continued drinking with his right. To a certain extent you respected this, the man had his priorities straight. However you quickly got bored so you decided to fuck with him.

His hair was in a low ponytail and strands had fallen within you reach so you grabbed a good chunk and pulled as hard as you could. Caught off guard, Ensui choked on his beer for about a full minute while the rest of the party watched in amusement.

When he was done he looked down to you, amazed at the display of strength you had just showed. Slowly he brought his finger up to your small hands and in a hushed voice asked you to pull his finger as hard as you could. Deciding to please him you did just that and oh boy what a reaction you got.

"What the fuck, Shikaku! What the fuck are you feeding my niece? Protein? Fucking steroids? She almost dislocated my fucking finger!"

Maybe it was the alcohol that was making him talk so passionately but you found his incredulous expression absolutely hilarious. Squealing in delight you cuddled the hand still in your grasp, completely unperturbed by everyone scolding his language. This seemed to have done Ensui in because he pulled you closer to his chest and started spewing nonsense about how you would become a powerful kunoichi, whatever the fuck that meant.

Next you met Shikamaru's teacher, Auma, and he was the exact definition of long, tan and handsome. He had been sitting out in the front yard with a couple more men, all of whom were wearing matching uniforms. Your brother was carrying you, his two friends Choji and Ino tagged along behind him, it seemed Asuma was a teacher to the three of them. When Shikamaru stopped walking you turned your head to take in the scene, there were five men there.

They had obviously seen you and your brother approaching because their conversation ended quickly and their full attention was on you. One had shoulder length brown hair, the top was hidden underneath a bandana and in his mouth was a...senbon?

Why the fuck is this guy suckin on a senbon of all things?

Next to the senbon sucker was a man who had a weal-like scar running across the left side of his face, his hair was brown and spiked. Both senbon sucker and scarface gave you and your brother gentle smiles, they didn't make any outward attempts to hold you but that was totally fine with you, you liked the way your brother held you. Next you turned to a man who's hair was in a bowl cut style, he also seemed to be wearing a bold, green spandex jumpsuit. Now this was new, no one you had met dressed like this man, and it seemed like he took pride in his unique choice of clothing. You couldn't help but send a small smile his way.

Asuma came into view next, he was awkwardly holding a lit cigarette and avoiding eye contact with Shikamaru.

"I swear Asuma sensei if your bad habits give my sister an asthma attack I won't stop dad and Ensui ojisan from beating your ass."

Asuma let out a long sigh and turned a lazy smile to my brother.

"Alright, alright I'll stop smoking for now. Leave the princess here and get rid of this for me will ya Shikamaru?"

Your brother grumbled out a 'troublesome' but ultimately did remove you from your mess of blankets only to lay you on your stomach. Oh how you hated tummy time, it restricted your field of vision. Though you supposed that it wouldn't be so bad since Shikamaru was there. That however changed with you heard him get up and leave, presumably to throw away his teacher's cancer stick.

Left alone with five men you didn't know while in a very vulnerable position made you extremely nervous. You weakly moved your limbs in an attempt to get on your back, that way you could at least see more of what was happening around you. As you struggled you unconsciously let out cute little gurgles, this seemed to charm the men surrounding you.

"Hah who would have thought old man Shikaku would pop out another kid. Think she'll inherit his genius?"

Senbon sucker was eyeing you with a curious glint, was your father some sort of renowned genius or successful scientist? You honestly would not have guessed that since most of the time he fumbled trying to change your diaper.

"Probably, I mean look at Shikamaru. Kid's not even 15 yet and he already made chunin, I'm willing to bet good money that this baby will be no different. I mean look at her, it's like she knows what I'm saying or some shit, look at her scowl! Fuck if I was wary before I'm not now, she totally just gave me Yoshino's signature scowl!"

Scarface was looking at you with a goofy smile despite your displeasure. You had no idea what 'chunin' meant but the way he said it sounded like a rank of some sort. If it was a rank then you were going to throw a fit, no way in hell were you gonna let your older brother be put in a ranking system. Just as your frustration peaked you felt large hands gently guide your body until you were laying on your back. You looked up and locked eyes with Asuma. This was your brother's teacher and as uninterested as Shikamaru made himself out to be you knew he held him in high regard. So you graced said man with the biggest smile you could muster up after meeting so many people.

"Wuah look at that, have you ever seen a Nara smile that big before? Asuma I think she's thanking you for helping her on her back."

"You know if you actually paid attention to her body language then you would have noticed that she wasn't particularly happy on her stomach, Raidō."

Ah so scarface's name is Raidō, good to know.

"Shut the fuck up Genma, it's not like you helped her either."

Senbon sucker is Genma, cool beans.

"Ah how wonderful is this occasion! It is not often that we welcome children of our close friends into this world, let alone a second child! I can practically feel this girl's power of youth developing!"

You immediately turned your head to lock with the man who's booming voice filled the entire front yard. He was holding his arms above his head and had on a blinding smile. The other men tensed and prepared themselves to comfort you, it wasn't surprising why many infants didn't get along with Gai. He simply was too loud sometimes.

"Dammit Gai do you want the poor kid to go deaf? Tone it down a bit, shit now we're probably gonna have to deal with a crying baby. Who's gonna tell Shikaku we didn't mean to upset his infant daughter?"

Gai simply smiled widely down at you and you couldn't help but mimic his energy. Opening your mouth into a gummy smile you let out a string of squeaks and squeals, making it very clear that your were delighted.

"Oh shit, she's adorable. It's bad enough she already has Shikaku wrapped around her chubby little finger but now I can feel myself giving in too. She's too precious, she must be protected at all costs!"

Hey maybe this Raidō dude isn't so bad.

As the four men began discussing all the ways they would eventually give in and spoil you, your attention was drawn to the fifth man who had yet to speak. He had gravity defying silver hair, a headband covered his left eye completely and he wore a mask to cover the entire bottom portion of his face. As if sensing your stare his uncovered eye locked with your two obsidian ones.

He hid it well but you could see some form of pain behind his eye and when he sent you an eye smile you knew whoever had hurt him, hurt him badly. For the first time in forever you felt yourself become thankful for all those years of psychological torment, familiarizing yourself with the pain you would eventually learn to inflict on others.

You made a vague hand gestures toward the silver haired man, eyes wide and curious with a small smile usually resulted in you being carried by whomever it was directed to but not this time. The man simply smiled again and rested one of his gloved hands against the side of your face.

Before you could nuzzle closer to the hand your body was being rolled over, you were being placed back on tummy time. Upset you let out a small whine and tried to roll onto your back again but a hand was firmly placed on you, limiting your movement. The four men stopped gushing about you when they heard you whine, Asuma being the one to ask the million dollar question.

"Kakashi, why'd you move her back onto her stomach, she doesn't like it."

You could almost hear the eye smile in his reply.

"Mahh Asuma, tummy time is very important for a baby's development."

So your name's Kakashi, interesting.

Without even realizing it you fell asleep. You had met many people today and a well deserved nap was needed.

Thinking back to such an important memory made you smile, it was difficult to believe that you had so many people who cared about you in your new life. You were so used to being left on your own, not knowing who you could trust or depend on. These short months had broken down those barriers you set up while training in the Red Room and Shield.

Another discovery was made when you were only about four months old, and that was that you were very ill. You quickly realized that you had pretty severe asthma, it was triggered whenever you go really excited or very upset. For the most part your family had that under control, whenever your coughs would start to get wet they would bring you to the bathroom and allow the shower to steam up the air. It worked wonders every time but it left you flabbergasted at the idea of your family not owning a humidifier.

Believing to only have asthma you began to plan out your training regimen. You were already fluent in reading, writing, and speaking Japanese so all that was left was to relearn how to move around. If you could relearn to walk then you could start adjusting your body to be what it once was a lifetime ago.

In order to achieve this you did as many leg and arm workouts you could do from within your crib. When you wake up in the morning you did four sets of leg lifts, each set containing ten lifts, and five sets of arm curls. When tummy time came around you would try as many times as you could to lift your body in a sorry excuse of a push up and everyday you got closer to the real thing.

When it actually happened you felt embarrassed at how winded you were, one of your arms had gone numb and a headache was quickly unfurling. Before you could gently lower yourself back onto your stomach you heard a gasp. Lifting your head you saw the shocked expressions both your mother and brother wore, your mother immediately yelling out.

"Shikaku! Hurry! Come to the living room now!"

Loud thudding sounds came from father's study, though footsteps weren't heard. Despite this your father was in the room in half a second, in his hand was a kunai and his eyes spelled death for whoever they locked on.

"Put your kunai away dummy and look at our daughter!"

Seeing your mother's gleeful expression your father turned his eyes towards you ,taking in your planking form. Before you knew it, you were being lifted into his arms, cuddled and squished against his chest you weren't aware of the prideful smiles your family wore.

"My little Ayumi-chan is so strong, just like her mother. Only four months old and already able to hold her own weight. You're growing up too fast, soon you'll be walking and won't be spending time with your old man."

If your lightheadedness weren't so severe you probably would have blushed at your father's words. Just as you were about to smile pain jolted within your chest. You squeaked in surprise and hurt, something was swelling inside your chest to the point of bursting and the pain left you unable to make any noise. Amidst your panic you felt something release from your body, it almost felt like passing gas except this was flowing out of every inch of your body. Your family seemed to notice whatever was leaving you because they're expressions morphed from happiness to shock again. Just as they began talking again you left all your senses shut down.

When you opened your eyes once again you were back in the hospital and a short haired woman was holding a glowing green palm over your chest. Your family was to your side and you were quickly deposited back into their arms. The woman assured your family that you were in alright condition to go home but to keep a close eye on you. Regardless you quickly decided that while you would still continue to push yourself to your limits you had to also be aware of the consequences it could bring.

Pulling you out of your thoughts was a strong gust of wind. Startled you let out a yelp, wide eyes scanning the treeline behind you only to see Shikamaru and Asuma in the midst of a spar.

"Hey watch where you aim your jutsu, you nearly hit Ayumi-chan!"

Ino was angrily scolding the two men as Choji picked you up and held you close. That was the neat aspect about chakra, if you trained enough you could convert your own chakra into elemental attacks. This was referred to as ninjutsu. You could also manipulate your chakra to enhance physical attacks, this was known as taijutsu. If you had spectacular control over your chakra then your could manipulate it into healing or creating illusions, these were medical ninjutsu and genjutsu respectively. Space and time could even be manipulated with chakra, it seemed that nothing in this world was impossible so long as you had chakra.

"Mahh how troublesome. I was too focused on beating Asuma sensei I completely forgot I brought you along Ayumi-chan. That's my bad."

Deciding to play towards his guilt a bit you ignored his words and cuddled closer into Choji's chest. If this went as you wished it would then by the end of this you would be eating BBQ and ice cream. In response to your cuddle, Choji began to lightly rub your back, sending a disapproving look towards his friend and sensei.

"Ah how about we call it a day, you've all worked hard and improved greatly so dinner's on me tonight. Does BBQ sound alright with you three? Ayumi-chan will you forgive me and your brother if I buy you BBQ?"

He quickly plucked you out of Choji's arms and held you close. You sent a smile towards your brother to show him you held nothing against him and he returned it with a gentle one of his own.

As the five of you made your way to your favorite BBQ restaurant you found yourself getting sleepy, the gentle lull of Asuma's steps spurred your release of melatonin. You tried to stay awake, speaking as much as you could but it was no use.

You had recently started having those strange dreams again, they never made much sense. They usually showed some sort of battle or atrocity which resulted in chaos. Just last night you had dreamed of a black haired boy getting crushed by a boulder, only to be saved and brainwashed by an old man with wild hair.

Hoping your dreams wouldn't be as sad as that again you fell asleep in your godfather's hold.

The child had been obviously distraught but a commanding officer in Konoha's military had given him the same task, and since the child served the military he could not refuse the order. The poor child had slaughtered the civilian and elderly while the masked man had dealt with the elite. The child cried and shook as he brought down his sword and ended his parent's lives. Just when you believed the worst to have happened a door slid open revealing a younger child.

"N-niisan, what are you doing!? W-why did y-you kill mother and father?!"

The poor child was scared and confused, the murderer, his brother was standing over their parent's bodies. His face was hidden from the youngers vision but his words were clear.

"I did it to test myself. There is no one in the Uchiha who can compare to me, not even you otouto."

Suddenly the older brother was towering over his sibling, eyes glowing red like those of Madara.

"If you wish to defeat me then you must learn to hate me Sasuke. Killing you now would be a waste of my time. Hate me Sasuke, kill your best friend and receive eyes like mine. Once you do so come find me and then I'll make your death worth while."

Before Sasuke could formulate an answer he collapsed. The older brother quickly turned away from his younger sibling has wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes. The masked man had returned, and addressed the mourning child.

"Uchiha Itachi, you now will begin your life as a missing nin. Come with me and join my organization, I will give you a new purpose."

The masked man's voice was deep and it chillingly brought back memories of Madara's voice. The chakra of the masked man was dense like Madara's as well, whoever this man was, he was immensely powerful. Itachi tensed and again his eyes bled red as he gave his response.

"I will follow you and join your organization but let me make myself clear. Under no circumstances will any harm come towards my brother. Should I be made aware that these terms have been violated I will not hesitate to kill you, Uchiha Madara."

Oh. Well that couldn't be right, Uchiha Madara was dead. You saw Hashirama kill him and mourn him. Even if he had somehow lived the chakra didn't match. Whoever this man in the mask was it was obvious he was only an impersonator.

Before anything else could transpire you felt yourself be jolted awake. The dream had ended but felt incomplete, like you were missing some very vital information. It was dreams like those that made you feel so drained and despise sleeping. Once you could walk you would have to visit the library to confirm the events you were seeing. Perhaps you should talk to someone about your dreams, but that was a worry for another day.

"Here you go Ayumi-chan, it has extra sauce just the way you like it."

Looking up to the piece of meat Asuma was holding in front of your mouth you gladly opened and chewed. Your godfather had you balanced on his thigh while he tried to feed you and himself. In the process of eating a piece of meat he caught a glimpse of Kurenai passing by the restaurant. He was so distracted by her that he spilled sauce all over your face. The entire table had laughed and you happily licked a bit off before you were cleaned.

"Ah sorry gaki, guess your godfather is a bit clumsy huh?"

Your vocal cords weren't used to saying too many words often so you still had a bit of trouble talking fluently. Regardless you smiled up at Asuma and answered him.

"It's okay. It's yummy!"

The older man simply chortled at your jolly response and the five of you continued to enjoy your meal.

That's chapter 2! I did a lot more editing and rewriting for the story so what you've read before may very well be completely changed. Tell me how you like this new story line!