A/N: Hey all! Second chapter up! To anyone who's being affected by Superstorm Sandy, I hope you're okay. I really do. Also, for anyone that's interested, I have another FanFic that I'm writing called A Smarty-Pants Addition, which is about a teenage girl joining the Avengers. Everyone has secrets. What is hers? Read to find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or WOGA, and I don't know Valeri Liukin or Brandi Lewis. I found them on the WOGA website.

Chapter 2: Option One, Two or Three?

Two hours later, Nevaeh was led through the doors of the Helicarrier to the bridge. She had been in this situation enough times to know exactly what to do. Natasha knew that too, because she walked off.

After looking around the large, technology-filled room, Nevaeh located Nick Fury, the 'cyclops in charge' as she had dubbed him on previous visits. She trudged over to him, leaving water marks on the clean floor, as she was still fairly saturated.

"Nick Fury," she said to the tall, one-eyed Director. He turned around to scowl at her, and she grinned. "Thought it was about time for another visit. Don't you think so, too? I haven't been on this magical boat before though, so that's new."

"Miss Barton, you are no longer legally allowed to be taken in by another orphanage, so there are three options to choose from." Nevaeh smirked and watched as Fury held up three fingers.

"One: to live with one of our ex-agents until you are of age, and they will make sure you do not escape." Nevaeh raised an eyebrow at him. As if she wouldn't find a way to escape.

His glared deepened and he continued. "Two: to live at the World Olympic Gymnastics Academy, training seven days a week, doing both Advanced Elite and Acrobatics classes, and being trained by Valeri Liukin and Brandi Lewis."

"I am NEVER going anywhere near a gymnasium again in my life!" Nevaeh butted in, almost shouting. A few new agents looked up from their work at the disruption, not having been around long enough to know who Nevaeh was, who she was related to or what she was like.

"Or three: you can live on this 'magical boat' until Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton both deem you fit to become an asset in the field. Now, which one is it?" he asked in a confident voice, glaring down at the petite teen with a scary look on his face. It slightly scared Nevaeh, but she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. Not unless he wanted to lose one of his best agents.

"Okay, before I make my decision, let me just say that my brother would never deem me fit to become an asset because he cares too much about me. That's why I've been living in orphanages for the past six years, incase you forgot. So, I guess I'll take a look at number one, but no promises that I'll do it," Nevaeh warned Fury, who rolled his eye at how much she sounded like Clint.

"I don't give a rat's ass what you do. Just stop wasting my time, Miss Barton," Nick Fury said as he walked off, expecting the younger Barton to follow him. Nevaeh grinned, satisfied with how annoying she was to the Director.

She followed him into a briefing room not far from the bridge and sat down in the seat next to the large table. Fury sat on the other side of the table and pulled a manilla folder out of seemingly nowhere, setting it down on the table between them and opening the cover.

"This is Barry Lyon, and ex-agent of SHIELD-" Fury started, but was cut off by Nevaeh.

"I'm sorry, SHIELD?"

Fury smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Even after all this tie, Barton still kept it a secret." He shook his head before continuing.

"He has agreed to house you, should you choose to, for the next three years. You're welcome to read his file to figure out your answer, but let me just tell you that he does have the best technology and security out there, which would be a difficult fight for Agent Barton to escape, so don't think you'll be able to escape alive." Fury smirked at the slightly startled look on Nevaeh's young face.

She took the cram-coloured file into her hands and started reading about her possible caretaker. After a minute, a horrified look cross the teen's features and she dropped the folder.

"Okay, so that's out of the question," she choked, shaking her head. Nevaeh looked back up at the Director, who wore a bored expression. "What other options were there again?"

"World Olympic Gymnastics Academy or working for SHIELD." Fury's face was indifferent now.

Nevaeh thought long and hard about her two choices. Obviously, Clint would never let her work for SHIELD, but she would never go back to a gymnasium either. But if she didn't listen to Clint, she would either get killed or he would dump her on the street, because he'd already threatened it before. If she lived on the streets, she would also get killed. Suddenly going back to doing gymnastics didn't seem like too bad an idea anymore. That way she wouldn't have that of being killed and she wouldn't be homeless either. She'd made her decision, as much as she'd hate to admit it.

"You knew all along that I was going to choose gymnastics, didn't you?" Nevaeh hissed angrily.

"Barton insisted, but I just decided to let you think that you had a say in something, since you haven't ever really chosen what happens to you," Fury explained. Nevaeh felt slightly bad for being so rude to him.

She nodded, not knowing what to say. "Agent Romanoff will be ready to drive you down in five minutes, so don't wander any further than the bridge," Fury said as he got up to leave the room, folder in hand.

"Hey Fury," Nevaeh called, standing and jogging after him. He didn't turn and look, so she caught up to him and walked beside him. "Why isn't Natasha out looking for Clint? Why is she now my chauffeur instead of being sent out to find her partner?"

"Because he made it very clear before he left that she was not allowed to have anything to do with the mission," Fury replied, looking straight ahead.

"Why did he say that?" she asked, frowning. Weren't partners supposed to look out for and help each other?

Fury's answer was not one that she'd ever expected to her, to say the least. He turned his head down to Nevaeh but still kept walking.

"Because she's pregnant."

So, Nevaeh has decided to go back to gymnastics, no matter how much she hates it. Next chapter Nevaeh and Natasha are going to have a rather emotional conversation on the way to WOGA. I'll hopefully update in the next three days. Positive feedback and reviews are welcome! As my mum always says, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all :)