"Would you like my assistance, ma'am?" JARVIS asked out of nowhere as I sat down at the hologram desk.

"Jumping Jigglypuff!" I sighed when my nerves calmed slightly. "JARVIS, I think we need to talk."

"About what, ma'am?"

"Look," I had to break it to him gently. "I've always been very skittish. And you're random inputs don't exactly help the problem."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll try not to be so surprising."

"And another thing, stop calling me 'ma'am'. Just call me Andi, like everyone else."

"I have been programmed to call all males 'sir' and all females 'ma'am'. Unless my programming is changed, I will still call you 'ma'am'."

"Is there anything you can call me that's not ma'am? Like Miss Hawkins, or Miss Wayne or something?" Please let there be an alternative.

"I can address you as 'Miss Wayne'."

"Alrighty then. What do you say we get to work?"

Even though he was just a machine, I could've sworn that he smiled. "Let's get started, Miss Wayne."

I, in turn, smiled back. "Alright, JARVIS, let's take this puppy apart." I placed the gun onto the table and a robot hand put a screwdriver on the table next to it. I was shocked by its presence, but I was also slight happy about seeing it. "Thank you."

It nodded the hand.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes, Miss Wayne?"

"As I take this apart, I want you to scan each piece and create an image of it on the desk, alright?" I picked up the screwdriver and started to take off the bolts that were holding the gun together.

"Of course."

"And everything we do today can be stored in a folder called 'PLINY E.'"

"Anything else before we get started, Miss Wayne?"

I stopped and left the barely dismantled gun on the table, lifeless. "Yeah. Can you patch a call for me?"

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A few hours later, after the call to Dad, the gun being dismantled and saved, I had decided it was a good time for a break. So I went upstairs to the kitchen to make something for lunch. And I found some bread, turkey, lettuce, and tomato, and I prepared myself a nice sandwich. Well, just when I was about to take a bite, Tony walked in with the man I hate most on earth: Nick Fury.

"Aw, hell no." I said, picking my plate up and starting to head back downstairs. "You never said he was going to be here!"

"Andi, please-"

"No!" I interrupted Tony. "There is no way I'm going to stay in the same room as Colonel Douchebag, you can't make me."

"He wants to talk to you." He tried to reason with me.

"Then let him talk, doesn't mean I'm going to listen." I continued my way down the stairs. I could hear Fury sigh and follow me.

"Andrea," He started but I turned swiftly and hit him square in the face.

"Don't you dare call me that." I threatened as he touched his right cheek, surprise covering his face. "There are three people on the planet that are allowed to call me that, and you sir, are most definitely not one of them."

"Okay, okay." He held up his hands. "Andi. I want to talk about that promise you made."

"No." I said simply.

"Whether you like it or not, you are a part of S.H.I.E.L.D. This is the real deal, Andi. There's no more summer projects between school years, there's no more kid's stuff. There's this: I want you to be an agent, like Natasha."

I tensed when he said her name. "I will never be like her."

"Sure you will. All that work you did with, Stryker? So Romanov."

"Strike one." My voice was raw with hate. I clenched my fists, trying to stop myself from teleporting my katanas to slice his head off.

"The strikes again? Come on, Andi, that's for kindergarteners."

"Strike two." I clenched my eyes shut and started to count to ten. It's a new thing I've been working on with Mr. Hawkins to try to control my anger. One…Two…

"You know, maybe that's it. Maybe you're too young for this." Three…Four… "I bet that's why you can't seem to hold a family; I wonder how long it's going to take before you run out on the Hawkins'." FiveSixSevenEightNineTen!

"Strike three." I said, my katana appeared in my hand and ended up next to his throat before he could even blink. His face was only slightly frightened. "I should kill you where you stand."

"But you won't." That voice, I know that voice.

I turned towards where it resonated from and my heart broke slightly. "What are you doing here, Flash?"

"Making sure you don't do something you'll regret." The red suited man slowly made his way over to us.

"Did you hear what he said to me?" Damn you voice for cracking.

"Yes, and I would be angry too, but he's not worth killing."

"He broke rule number one, Flash. He did it three times in two minutes!" Damn it hand! Stop shaking.

Wally's voice was calm and comforting. "I know, and that was a real dick move on his part. But he isn't worth it. He's Colonel Douchebag, remember?"

"He said I was going to leave the Hawkins'. I would never hurt them!" I pressed the blade further into Fury's skin, just enough to cut him.

"Andi," Flash said more authoritative than before. "Give me the sword. Now." My eyes gave him that look that said, 'Do I have to'. "Give it." I sighed a little, pulled the sword away from Fury's neck, and passed the handle to Wally. Just when Fury thought he was in the clear, Flash put the edge of the blade back onto his neck. "And you mister! I want to apologize right now."

Fury scoffed. "Make me."

Flash got real close to him, keeping the blade on his neck. "I am the fastest man on the planet. If you think I can't kill you and then hide the body in under two seconds, then you are mistaken." I was slightly terrified of Wally, for I had never seen him be so serious before.

Apparently, so was Fury. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"Good boy." Flash took the blade away. "Now get out of here, and don't ever bother Andi again."

Fury turned to me. "We will talk."

"Not while I'm here. Now out!" Nick gave him a glare, but left.

I smiled when Wally handed me the sword back. "I knew there was a reason you were my best friend. Oh, ah, question. Why are you here?"

"What I can't come see my best buddy out of my own volition?"

"No." Wally sighed a little and it hit me. "J'onn sent you, didn't he?"

He shook his head. "No."

"It was either him or Bruce, now who was it?"

"Promise you won't hit them or me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Who was it?"

"It was J'onn."

"I knew it! How long has he been spying on me?"

"Hey, there has been no spying. Ever since that whole 'mind meld' thing between you two he has been able to feel everything that you feel."

My eyes widened. Uh oh. "Everything?"

Wally nodded. "Even that dream you had about, I'm guessing Johnny, a week and a half ago."

"Oh God, you were there?" He nodded. "Was Bruce?" He shook his head and I sighed in relief. "Thank God. Who else was there?"

"It was me, him, and John. Bruce was… …on a date!" That made me smile.

"He went on a date?" Wally nodded. "With who?"

"Diana."

"Aw, that's adorable. How'd it go?"

Wally's face broke out in a grin. "Well they were both smiling when they got back…" He trailed off and couldn't help but squee.

"Brucie!" My smiled reached my ears. "Wait. That's totally off topic. What happened when J'onn felt my dream?"

"Well, we were all sitting in the cafeteria, having a coffee, and he got this weird look on his face. He looked very confused, and he actually started to blush. After a few moments he understood what was going on, and didn't even excuse himself as he shuffled away. John and I were very confused, so I went down to your house – well, the Hawkins house – to see if you were having the same problems he was…" Wally trailed off.

I sighed and closed my eyes tight, willing him to not complete his sentence. Unfortunately, my will was not strong enough.

"…You were…"

"You didn't tell John, did you?" He shook his head. I was silent for a moment before I asked, "How much does J'onn know?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure. He seemed fine the next day though."

"ER! Stupid teenage hormones. You know how my life has really sucky up until now? It's officially the worse that it's ever been." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "So how long are you here for?"

"How long do you want me to stay? I'm on vacation."

I chuckled sarcastically. "If you call spying on me for J'onn a vacation, you need help."

He scoffed at me. "I need help? Look at you: you spend the summer of your sophomore year getting experimented on, meeting the love of your life, fighting a war, winning a war, and losing said love of your life; you spend the summer of your junior year hanging out with a bunch of villains, befriending a mercenary and an entire school of mutants; and your spending your last summer before college cooped up in a lab trying to invent something that could literally change the world. And I need a vacation? Are you sure?"

Okay, he had a point. "I promise, after this thing is over, I will take a vacation."

"Uh huh," Flash said as I looked around us, confusion written on my face. "Just like Bruce says he will."

"Oh that bastard!" I yelled as I threw my fist down and hit the desk.

"What? What's the matter?"

"He stole my sandwich!" Damn that Nick Fury. "FUUURRRYYY!"