A/N: Hiiiii guyssssss. I nearly forgot today was Sunday. Lol I'm so forgetful. Ahhhh my throat is killing me. Okay I shall let you read on.

Alana would've already been unconscious out of amazement if the Black Widow weren't behind her. Falling in front of her would've been a story Alana would never hear the end of. Especially from Josh.

Alana tried to stand on two legs for little bit longer (which was hard to do when you're surrounded with Avengers for the first time in your life).

"So, where do we begin?" Alana asked.

Steve scratched his non-existent beard in thought. "Maybe we can start by choosing your weapons." He suggested. "You know, so that we know how we can train you."

Alana and Josh nodded in agreement.

Natasha led the two teens once again to a small door at the back of the room. Alana had gotten pretty used to following Avengers, if she didn't say so herself.

Inside the room were scattered pieces of assorted weapons. Some were compiled into piles on the floor, some were hung at the walls, and some were laid on the shelves at one side of the room.

"Woah." Alana muttered.

"You guys have a room filled with weapons?" Josh asked. "And I thought all those gadgets you have were enough."

Natasha shrugged. "Just incase we feel like escaping our comfort zones." She gestured to the weapons. "Take your pick."

Alana slowly strolled around the room, trying to find an interesting weapon among the rest. Josh did the same.

The first weapon that captured Alana's attention were two brass knuckles; one for each hand. It was made out of silver and had small spikes at the top. She picked them up and slipped them onto her fingers (A/N: I really should stop barging into this story, but does this make sense?).

"I see you're the hand-to-hand combat type, eh?" Natasha commented.

Josh coughed. "Barely even!"

Alana shrugged. "He's right. I suck at hand-to-hand." She placed the brass knuckles back down.

The next weapon she considered was a slingshot. Beside it, on the shelf, was a bag filled with various things that could be catapulted using the slingshot. Alana picked it up and pantomimed slinging something into the air with it.

Natasha's facial features scrunched up a bit. "I wouldn't pick that if I were you."

Alana frowned, discouraged. "Why not?"

"Simple. You could run out of things to launch even before the fight's over. And if you pack to much things to throw, it's gonna be inconvenient and all."

"Oh," Alana said. "But don't you wield a gun? Which has bullets that could also run out?"

"Unlike you, Ms. Hudgens, I can fight hand-to-hand, which can come in handy when I run out of bullets." Natasha explained, getting the slingshot from Alana. "Plus, I also wield electrical batons." She placed the weapon back where Alana got it.

"Yeah, you have a point." Alana sighed. Before she could look further, Josh cried: "Aha!"

Alana and Natasha looked at Josh's location. He appeared to have picked a baseball bat from a pile of guns, which was quite strange.

"I have found my weapon!" Josh declared, swinging the newfound object on his hand. "I used love baseball, incase you didn't know."

Alana raised an eyebrow. "You brought a baseball-themed cake to school during your 9th birthday. How could I not know?"

"Shut up, Princess."

"What if I won't, Babe Ruth?"

"So I see you opt for the baseball, Josh?" Natasha interrupted.

Josh cleared his throat awkwardly. "Y-yeah. I think. I don't know..."

"Keep looking if you aren't sure."

Josh nodded and kept searching, the baseball bat still clutched onto his hand.

At the far end of the room, something bronze glinted, attracting the two teens. As they got closer, they realized it was a small, undecorated, bronze disk leaning against the wall.

Josh was the first to pick it up. "Oof," he nearly dropped it. "It's quite heavy, I'll admit." He turned to Natasha. "What is it?"

Natasha shrugged. "I honestly don't know. It probably has the same functions as a frisbee disk, since it's too small to be a shield."

"Frisbee?!" Josh's eyes immediately looked like they were sparkling. "Okay. This is mine." He quickly discarded the baseball bat that was on his hand.

Alana looked back at where Josh picked the disk and saw another hidden weapon not as flashy as the disk. She picked it up out of curiosity.

"A sword?" Alana said, looking at Natasha. "Dude, that's so ancient."

"Well, Captain America still wields a shield." Natasha pointed out.

Alana touched the silver blade of the gladius-style sword. "True..."

A memory from long before suddenly surfaced into Alana's head. It was of her father, who was an expert in ancient artifacts, teaching her how to wield a sword.

"Now, you grip onto it like this, and then stand like this." Her father had demonstrated.

5-year-old Alana tilted her head. Then she attempted to follow his position. "Like this?"

Her father looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, judging her stance. "Hmm..." He smiled approvingly. "Good enough. But you're missing something..."

He now gave the sword, which was as tall as small Alana, to his daughter. She nearly dropped it due to the size, but managed to get a good grip on it. "There. All better."

Alana had never been so happy in her life. Both learning how to wield a sword and impressing her dad. It was something a five-year-old could ask for.

Present Alana nearly cried at the bittersweet memory. Fortunately, Josh brought her head out of the clouds and back on Earth.

"Uh, Alana? You okay?" He asked.

Alana blinked. Then she remembered she wasn't five-years-old anymore. "Yeah. Never been better." She faced Natasha. "Can this be my weapon?"

Natasha gave her the same look her dad had given her when she was learning how to wield a sword. It took all of Alana's strength not to crumple onto the floor and cry out of nostalgia.

"It's looking a bit rusty, and not quite as sharp as it's supposed to be. But I think Tony Stark can fix that when he visits again." Natasha said.

Alana beamed more optimistically than she was supposed to.

Josh raised an eyebrow. "Um, okay..."

"Let's go back to the training room." Natasha said. This time, the two teens went ahead of her out of excitement and confidence.

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Apparently, running one lap around Alana's school gym wasn't enough to reach the Avengers' standards of "warm-up".

In addition to running 5 laps around the training room (which was twice the size as the gym back at school, mind you), Steve instructed Alana and Josh to do a couple of push-ups, sit-ups, and a bunch of other warm-up exercises.

According to Steve, "Just because you already did warm-ups at school doesn't mean those warm-ups are enough."

Words of wisdom, in Alana's opinion.

While Alana ran her final lap, she watched in astonishment as Sam Wilson, a.k.a. The Falcon, pass by her by a mile like it was no big of a deal.

Obviously, the reason for this was because Sam had longer legs. But it somehow amazed Alana how he could easily surpass her, despite running twice as much laps as she.

Alana wished to someday be as athletic as Sam. This motivated her to run faster, which she desperately needed since she was far behind everyone else.

She was slowly able to catch up with Rhodey, better known as the War Machine.

"Well, you're fast for your age." He complimented between deep breaths.

"Thanks." Alana said, heavily breathing twice as much as him. "It means a lot to a girl who doesn't run that often."

"You'll get there." He flashed her a smile before dashing off again.

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After all that warming up, Alana was finally able to begin official training. She was assigned to train with Natasha, alongside Vision and Wanda Maximoff, who was the Scarlet Witch.

"So Wanda and Vision, you can start off by sparring with each other." Natasha instructed.

Wanda and Vision nodded and looked at each other. Alana sensed a feeling of weariness in their eyes.

"Remember: no using of powers." Natasha added.

The two Avengers looked like they didn't need to be told that. And so, they began their sparring session.

"What about me?" Alana asked. "Do I get to train with my sword?"

Natasha shook her head. "Patience, young grasshopper. You need to master hand-to-hand combat first."

Of course. Alana thought. Learn the hardest one first before anything else.

"Does that mean choosing our weapons was unnecessary?" Alana asked.

"No. Picking your weapons this early is quite vital for your training so that we'll know how to train you." Natasha explained. "Now, onwards with the actual lesson."

After an hour or two, Alana was already capable of doing the basic hand-to-hand combat moves, even sparring against Natasha. Fortunately, Natasha was kind enough to take it easy on her.

Natasha docked a punch Alana threw. She stood up straight again. "I'll have to admit, Alana. That wasn't so bad."

Alana tried not to look too flattered, keeping a poker face. "Thanks." She threw her fist again at Natasha, but missed and hit the wall behind Natasha instead.

Alana took back her hand and shook it, failing at concealing the pain. "Ow, ow, ow!" She muttered, holding her wrist.

Natasha smirked. "But, you're gonna have to improve some more."

"You don't have to tell me that twice." Alana looked back at the bench at the side of the room, a sole, plastic water bottle standing their. "Can I, um, have a water break?"

Natasha sighed. "Fine."

Alana nodded, mock-saluting Natasha, then ran off to the bench. Alana got her water bottle and opened the lid.

"Hello."

Alana was so startled by the new voice, she dropped her water bottle. Somehow, a red glow caught the bottle before it touched the floor, floating right back into the hands of Alana.

"Wha...?" Alana looked behind her and saw two figures looking at her apologetically. Wanda and Vision.

"I am truly sorry for alarming you, Ms. Hudgens." Vision apologized. Alana could see the sincerity in his face, despite being a robot. She was beginning to see that Vision wasn't just any regular, heartless robot.

Alana chuckled. "It's okay, Vision. You have nothing to worry about."

Beside Vision, Wanda flashed a quirky smile. A side of the Scarlet Witch Alana never saw on TV. "So how's your first day training?"

Alana dropped her eyelids halfway. "Exhausting. I've never experienced torture to my arms and legs this much before."

Wanda chuckled. "That's normal. I felt that way during my first few weeks of training." The older girl shrugged. "I eventually got used to the pain."

"Alana!" Natasha shouted from across the room. "Your training session still isn't over yet, you know!"

Alana sighed, causing Wanda to chuckle again. "That, too, is normal. You'll get the hang of it."

Vision nodded in agreement. "Very normal, indeed."

Alana managed a smile. "It was nice talking to you." And so, she started to sprint off back to Natasha.

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"Thank God training's over!" Josh exclaimed as he exited the training room. "My legs are starting to turn into noodles!"

Alana rolled her eyes. "Stop over-reacting." She leaned in a bit closer to his ear and lowered her voice. "Plus, Sam's here. He's probably gonna give us a lecture on how we shouldn't complain and whatever."

Sam, who agreed to walk the teens to the nearest bus station, raised an eyebrow. "Now why would I do that?"

Alana felt her cheeks flush, since she intended the message to only be between her and Josh.

"Well, you're an Avenger." Josh said. "Of course you'd give us a lecture and talk about freedom and justice and blah, blah, blah..."

Sam waved his hand dismissively. "That's Steve, not me."

"So Steve really is patriotic?" Alana asked.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Girl, he's the epitome of patriotic. At least, most of the time."

"And when he's not patriotic...?"

"He's over-courageous. Jumping out of high platforms and all."

Alana laughed. "Sounds just like something Josh would do."

Josh puffed up his chest. "I'm not that idiotic."

"You know," Sam said, opening the door to the outside world, "I wouldn't be surprised if Josh becomes Captain America Jr."

Josh eyes widened. "Really? How?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. You two share some qualities, like courage and stuff. Plus, you wield a disk thing, which is kinda like a mini shield."

"That's the most beautiful comparison I've ever received." Josh fake-sniffed.

"Don't boost his confidence." Alana said, crossing her arms.

"I'm having my moment, Alana. Shush."

Sam chuckled. "I'd like to hear you guys banter some more, but I'm afraid we've already reached our bus stop."

Alana looked up and saw a single bench and a sign beside it that read 'Bus Stop'. Alana's face fell. "Aww, don't go yet, Sam!"

"Yeah!" Josh agreed. "We were having a great time already! Don't ruin it!"

Sam chuckled again. "I'll see you two tomorrow." He waved at them one last time then turned around, leaving the two teens all alone with the sound of his footsteps echoing the place.

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Once the bus arrived, Alana and Josh practically scrambled toward it and raided the nearest vacant seat.

Lucky for Alana, she was able to claim the window seat before Josh could. He seemed to be fine with it though because as soon as his arm hit the armrest and his head hit his hand, he immediately dozed off to dream land.

Alana, meanwhile, couldn't seem to sleep. She stared out the window nearly the whole ride, watching as the Avengers Facility turned into nothing but a small speck of dirt in the dark background, blending in with the shadows.

She thought about all the encounters she had with each of the Avengers and how she's never anything so thrilling since she first rode a roller-coaster.

She smiled to herself. Then she felt her eyes drooping. Apparently, she could fall asleep. Her lack of energy won over and she, too, hit the hay.

A/N: Yaaaaa okay I don't have anything else to say.

Ruby out. PEACE.