A/N: HI GUYS! Long time no see! I'm sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in forever.

See, I got uninspired for a moment (more like a year). And since I got inspired again, I decided to rewrite this whole thing cause' my writing style was a piece of trash last year. I might've changed some parts, but most of it is still the same. Okay. Onwards with the story!

{DISCLAIMER: The Avengers belong to Marvel. My OCs, of course, are mine.)

Ever since she became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Natasha Romanoff learned that a plan made by Nick Fury always worked out for the better. She's gone through enough missions to even place her rare and sacred trust on him. For today, however, that didn't seem to be the case.

She entered his office, her arms crossed. Her boss had a look of determination and seriousness on his face. Natasha could tell there was no stopping him and his plan.

"So you really are gonna push through, huh?" Natasha said, coming to lean to his desk.

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I was joking?"

Natasha shrugged. "Then again, you aren't the type to kid around."

She tilted her head toward his computer's screen. On it, she saw two profiles of two individual minors; one male and one female. They both looked around the same age. Probably fifteen. Normally, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't use such information about random teenagers, but this was a different case. And Natasha didn't like it.

She frowned. "That's them?"

Nick scowled. "Were you expecting more, Agent Romanoff?"

Natasha shook her head. "No. It's just... Why are you hiring these two inexperienced kids to fight alongside us? They barely know what an uppercut is."

Nick swiveled his chair so that his body was facing Natasha, which slightly spooked her. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Agent Romanoff, but weren't you trained at an even younger age?"

Natasha tried not to show a sign of pain. Bringing up her past wasn't exactly the best idea. She exhaled sharply, mildly annoyed that he didn't answer her question.

"Okay. You win." Natasha raised her arms up like a surrendering criminal. "Where am I gonna pick these two scumbags up?"

Nick smiled without humor. "I will send you the coordinates tomorrow. But first," Nick stood up, looking as expressionless as a statue (A/N: I can't think of any better similes sorry :p), "get some rest. You're going to be having a long day tomorrow."

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. walked out of his office, each footstep of his resonating through the room.

It all started during P.E. one day. Alana never expected the day to get above average. Maybe it was because the day started normal enough, with Alana arriving the earliest; her friends arriving a little later; a little trash talk exchanged with the annoying jocks; boring lectures about Adolf Hitler and other stuff; so on and so forth. But fate changed its path so abruptly, Alana didn't see it coming.

"Okay, class, listen up!" Coach Table boomed, catching everyone's attention. "So we're gonna work on our leg muscles by running two laps around the gym."

There were some mixed reactions. Alana was on the "meh" side. She was pretty athletic, if she didn't say so herself. But she wasn't considered a jock, since she wasn't douchey enough.

Someone in the crowd raised their hand. It was Vicky Gocip, no surprise. The girl was so talkative, she'd even talk to plants (A/N: lol what. Okay I'll stop barging into the story jeez).

"Uh, Coach," Vicky said. "Is this gonna be a competition?"

Coach Table scratched his non-existent beard (which Alana knows Coach cries over when he thinks no one is looking). "Hmm... Originally, I wasn't planning on making it one. But thanks for the suggestion." He turned to face the rest. "You hear that, kids? It's gonna be a competition!" This time, everybody, minus the jocks, groaned.

"Thanks a bunch, Vicky." Lila McAdams, one of Alana's best friends, muttered. She had dirty blonde hair, shocking blue eyes, and a tan complexion from her summers and winters at California. She was just as athletic as Alana, but she wasn't down for competition.

Kalliope de Meyer, Alana's other best friend, tried for a smile. She had chocolate-brown skin and grey eyes. Her frizzy cinnamon hair had a streak of red ("that symbolized the blood of her enemies," Kalliope used to joke). "If only Anna hadn't asked that que—"

"WOO-HOO!" A new voice interrupted Kalliope. Alana didn't even have to look to know where it came from.

"Josh," Alana gritted her teeth. Of all the jocks, Josh Evansson was the most annoying. He wasn't really buff, but with his dark brown hair, baby blue eyes, and charming charisma, a lot of ladies have fallen head over heels for him.

He smiled mischievously. "What? You scared to get run over by me?"

Alana rolled her eyes. "In your dreams."

"Whatever you say, Princess." Josh walked away to join his circle of friends.

Princess, Alana thought. Yeah right. Once upon a time, Alana had an obsession with princesses as a kindergartener. Josh was the first to notice back then and adapted the nickname. Later on in life, after they've moved on from kindergarten, Josh claimed he still called her that because she acted like a princess: "demanding and irritating."

Coach Table's shrill whistle brought Alana back to the real world. "Okay, we're gonna divide you into groups of six." Coach paced back and forth so much, Alana was starting to get dizzy. "Martin! Kalliope! Vicky! Ruby! Josh! Alana! You're up!"

Alana and Kalliope shared a sigh while Lila cheered.

"Have fun!" Lila waved, obviously relieved to not be running.

"Thanks," Alana and Kalliope said in unison. They walked up to where Coach stood, Alana in between Kalliope and Josh. Josh flashed his trademark annoying smile.

"Runners! On your marks, get set, GO!"

The six, minus Alana, aforementioned students dashed off as far as their leg muscles could go.

Alana knew that was a bad idea. They should've started slow so that they wouldn't get tired at the middle of the race. She may have been a gymnast and all, but her dad was a professional runner. Alana pushed the thought of her dad away. She had to get her head in the game.

As of now, she was way behind the rest. Even more behind than Ruby Clark, the least athletic of the group.

Ruby looked back and raised an eyebrow, as if wondering how she had gotten ahead of someone.

Alana shrugged as if she didn't know why Ruby was ahead.

After everyone made their first lap, Alana had surpassed Vicky and Ruby, the latter stopping to catch her breath. Alana was already at odds with Kalliope, who looked like she was starting to tire.

"Must... Run... Faster..." Kalliope slurred.

"You go, girl!" Alana encouraged. "Also, see you later." She ran ahead of her friend, not needing to run too fast given that Kalliope was already slowing down.

It was now Alana against Martin and Josh. Two jocks. How great. Surprisingly, she found it easy to beat Martin, considering he had a buff, swimmer's body and strong legs.

"On your left!" Alana called after Martin, passing through his left. This caused Martin to stop and loose precious time.

All who was left was Josh. Alana thought it was a strange coincidence she was going against her least favorite person amongst the group.

"So it's me against you now, huh, Princess?" Josh smirked, trying to hide the exhaustion out of his voice. He was obviously tired, but he still managed to run at an incredibly fast pace.

Alana frowned. "How are you still running? You started off the wrong foot."

Josh raised his palms in an I don't know gesture. "Guess I got some sort of superhuman powers."

Alana pointed two fingers at her opened mouth, stuck her tongue out, and made a gagging sound.

She proceeded to focusing on the end of the line. It was only a few meters away. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was worried that she might not have a chance against Josh. No. No more negative thinking. She was so gonna win.

Alana nearly barfed. She was starting to think like Josh, competitiveness and all. That was a bad sign.

All of a sudden, Josh spoke. "Hey! Your shoelace's untied!"

Instinctively, Alana looked down and dropped on her knee. She blinked. Then she realized that her shoes didn't have shoelaces, but rather straps.

Too late.

By the time she got up again, Josh was already back at where they started, his fellow jocks surrounding him. They were congratulating him and showering him with compliments.

"Close try, Ms. Hudgens." Coach Table told Alana. She almost screamed in anger, but she managed to control herself. She exhaled sharply.

"Thanks." She grumbled unhappily.

Coach walked away to praise Josh.

He tricked her. That delusional weasel. Alana was so gonna punch him in his ugly face. She was about to but she stormed off to the girls' locker room instead, getting a glimpse of Josh looking at her.

Once she was all alone inside, she grabbed her water bottle from her locker and chugged it down angrily.

Alana didn't see why losing the race angered her. Maybe the fact that she lost to Josh was what ticked her off. She was about to return her water bottle when...

BOOM!

The sound rang in Alana's ears for about five seconds. Then it occurred to Alana that an explosion just occurred. And it sounded scarily close.

She dashed out of the locker room and saw her classmates making a single file toward the emergency exit. She ran up to Lila and Kalliope.

"What the heck is going on?" Alana asked frantically.

Lila's blue eyes looked bewildered. "Someone must've thrown a flaming bomb or something at the cafeteria."

"What?!"

"I know," Kalliope agreed, fidgeting with the strand of her hair with the red streak. "Sounds almost as unbelievable as dragons."

"B-but, why?" Alana asked. "Why would anyone do such a thing?" That's when she made a decision that changed her life.

"I'm going in there to check on who dared to invade my school."

Kalliope and Lila looked at their friend like she needed to be sent to the mental hospital.

Lila lightly slapped Alana's face.

"Ow! What the—"

"Are you insane?! Lila practically yelled. "Do you have any idea how flaming the cafeteria is?"

Alana placed a hand on Lila's shoulder, gave her and Kalliope a nod that didn't really state anything, then ran toward the explosion site, the mixed sound of her friends' screams echoing the gym.

Alana almost smacked her forehead with her hand so hard, she might've knocked herself all the way to Mars.

Was she insane? Probably. Was that gonna stop her from running? Nope.

Once she entered the cafeteria, her vision turned smoky gray. Smoke was everywhere. Flames were dancing across the place. Even the fire alarms sprinkling water couldn't extinguish the flames.

Alana coughed and fanned the smoke away with her hand. Behind the flames, Alana saw a humanoid figure. But Alana's gut told her something was wrong.

"Hey!" Alana shouted as loud as she could. "Who the heck are you?! And what do you want?!"

The figure froze for a solid second, then slowly started to grow bigger and bigger. Alana then realized he was making his way toward her. Alana her muscles didn't allow her to move. Her mental screams deafened her ears.

He finally materialized from the flames, revealing a silver robot who didn't look very much human. He (yes, Alana was able to identify the robot's gender) was about 7 feet tall and had dark gray streaks running across his metallic body,

"Ah, a puny little human." His beady red eyes seemed to stare down Alana's soul. "How surprising. I'm guessing you must be suicidal enough to come here, hm?"

Alana tried to control her breathing despite the smoky environment. "Leave." She demanded, straightening her back. "Or I'll make you."

Metal Guy laughed. "Try me."

Alana knew it was a dumb move, but she did a roundhouse kick at his side.

The robot winced. Surprisingly, his metal felt like skin; mushy and vulnerable.

"W-what?"

The robot probably would've turned red. "My master hasn't upgraded my body, okay?"

Alana smiled wickedly. "Good." She started throwing some punches at his body. Left hook. Right hook. Uppercut. Occasionally, she would throw in some kicks.

The robot failed in defending himself. Unfortunately, he was better at offending. He kicked both of Alana's sides. Alana crumpled down to the ground.

Ugh, Alana thought. They make it seem so easy in those action movies.

"Give up, human?" The robot taunted, towering over Alana.

Alana tried to think, but her head was already spinning. She needed to buy time.

"So," she began, "I never got your name."

The robot paused, as if not expecting this to come at him. "Ultron Jr., child of Ultron, is what the world will know as the most fearful leader."

"Oh, yeah? Where is he?"

Ultron Jr. looked highly offended.

In reality, Alana was terrified of him. He remembered when his father attempted to destroy the world nearly a year ago. She remembered it being in the news every time. The biggest attack happened at Sokovia, far away from New York, but the robot had scared her so badly, she didn't want to get out of her house for a week.

"Idiot! I am gonna honor my late father by picking up where he ended." Junior started to pace around with a lot of hand gestures. "I will be better than him because I will learn from his mistakes! I will think of my plan for world domination step by step. Slowly, yet surely. I will bring peace in our time! I will—"

Ultron Jr. came to a stop as he tripped over Alana's leg. Alana got up, smirking at what she had done. "What? You didn't see that coming?"

Ultron Jr. growled. He tried to get up, but Alana kicked him back down. "Oh no, you don't. You are gonna extinguish this fire or else..." Alana faltered as she saw the expression on his face. She must've pulled a nerve of his.

He tried to stand up again, and succeeded this time.

Alana took this as a sign to move backwards.

Ultron Jr. walked toward Alana in a pace she didn't like. "How DARE you trip the GREAT Ultron Jr. and make a fool out of him?!" He boomed.

Uh-oh, Alana thought, carefully planning every step she took. He spoke in third person. Not a good sign.

"Do you know who I AM?!"

Alana tripped over a tray and fell on her bottom. Fortunately, she didn't land on the flames. She continued scrambling backwards, still on her bottom.

"I will be the one you'll be bowing to soon enough! I will be the one you'll regret messing with most!"

Alana's back hit the wall. She looked around and saw that she was trapped at a corner. This was her end.

Ultron Jr. noticed this and smiled wickedly. "But, then again, you don't have to worry about any of these things at all. I could just, you know, simply ki—"

CLANG!

In a blink of the eye, a flying tray hit his head, causing him to collapse. As Ultron Jr. fell onto his knees, Alana saw who the flying-tray wonder was.

She scowled. "You know I could've taken care of him myself, Josh."

Josh raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I'm sure you could have, Princess."

Alana got herself standing on two legs again.

"So, uh, what now?" Josh asked.

"Get a fire extinguisher, dummy." Alana said.

Josh ears reddened. "Oh yeah. Right."

But before any of them could move a muscle, a newcomer entered the cafeteria. Alana couldn't see much with all the smoke, but she could make out a beige coat and locks of red hair.

Alana felt a twang of jealousy. She'd always wanted red hair. Her own ebony hair just seemed so plain.

Anyway, as the figure loomed in closer, Alana recognized who it was.

"Black Widow." Josh murmured Alana's thoughts.

The female Avenger looked down at them, as if trying to figure out what decorations they'd like at their funerals.

"So you two must be Alana Hudgens and Josh Evansson." She said expressionlessly.

"Uh..." The words got stuck in Alana's throat, so she just nodded.

"Well, then," Black Widow looked around the area, as if just registering the mess, "come with me. You guys are gonna get some combat training straight from the Avengers."

"Okay. I'm in!" Josh said at the drop of a hat. He was about to run to the exit when Alana grabbed his forearm.

"Wait," Alana looked at Ms. Widow. "What about the fire?" She gestured her hands around the place.

"Already called S.H.I.E.L.D. Damage Control." Black Widow assured.

"And our parents?"

Black Widow frowned, clearly annoyed. "They think you guys are gonna spend the rest of the day at a privileged math camp."

Alana thought for a moment. Just as the next person would, Alana would've immediately answered the call. But she wasn't one to break the rules, like skip classes. Then again, the principal might send the students and staff back home after the incident.

"Well?" Black Widow urged.

Alana heard sirens beeping from a distance. By this time, Josh had already yanked his arm free from her grip.

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's go."

And so, the three of them dashed out of the wreckage without a trace.

A/N: So what do you think guys? Better than before, or did you like the first one better? Me, I like this one cause idk it has more details.

Lol. I guess that concludes this chapter.

Ruby out. PEACE.