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Avengers Mansion, Manhattan, Three days after the crash, 1400 hours

Maryah breathed heavily, her hands on her knees as she tried to regain her lost breath. She'd been training for two day straight, trying to see what her exact abilies were. They all knew she was amazing with machines like her father, and was smart, and had the uncanny knack to have everything organized, but Fury wanted something different. He wanted to know something was actually different about this one.

"Stop?" she asked meekly, already knowing the oncoming answer. She was wearing a black wife beater, black basketball shorts, her black Chuck Taylors, her hair up into a messy bun, and a black bandana tied to her left forearm.

Fury slowly shook his head. "No, not now. I think we're on to something here."

She had done some pretty hard core stuff, from dodging flames to almost getting stuck under a truck. They even tried putting her in the Iron Man suit, but took it off once they realized she couldn't even fly. Now, Fury had the idea that maybe...just maybe...she had the ability he had been searching for-for a while.

"Alright, I'm going to have to machine hurl something at you. You have to try and stop it, or just dodge it." he said through the microphone, smirking the same smirk he always wore.

She reluctantly looked back at him. "You are going to be the death of me, dear sir."

He shrugged and pressed a button, and many objects began to hurl towards her. Pipes, baseballs, footballs, tires, whatever. She just dodged most of them with natural fast reflexes. But something, then, came to close and almost got her. In fact, it was coming right at her.

She put her arms up in defense, trying to see if she could avoid some of the oncoming pain. A few seconds later, she realized she wasn't even in pain, the slightest besides the soreness from training, and nothing had hit her. She opened her eyes, moving her hands away from her face so she could see. Many objects were floating in mid-air, not moving an inch from where they were.

"That's cool." she said, putting down one of her arms. The objects, then, dropped at her command and fell to the floor with many loud 'pangs'.

"Indeed. I wasn't expecting this." said Fury, walking into the training room. "I was expecting you to have super speed."

"I obviously don't." she said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Now, how would I even be able to do this, since neither of my parents obviously have 'superior abilities' besides in a red and gold suit?"

Fury shrugged his shoulder, the smirk whiped away from his features. In it's place was a quizical look, one very rare on this man. "It might be the device we've installed into your system, since your heart almost failed. When you crash, part of the metal managed to lodge itself into your heart, almost reaching it at an exceedingly alarming rate. We had Mr. Stark compose a mechanism that would stop it's progress completely. We didn't know the side effects."

"So, basically, I got these...weird abilites because of a thing implanted into my chest?" she asked, her voice still calm. The eyebrow was, however, still raised.

"No, you might have something for us to work with before you got into the crash, but the mechanism must have inhanced it." he said, pausing for a second to think. "When you were younger, did you every try to move objects with your mind?"

"Yeah, once." she said, shifting the weight from one foot to another. "I moved a rock about two inches."

He nodded. "You probably didn't have enough of a power to alarm the X-men, but that doesn't mean he didn't look at you. Speaking of them-"

"Wait, wait, wait. X-men, you mean like those people that had an almost all out war four or five years before I was born?"

He nodded again. "The exact ones."

"Cool." she said, shifting her head to the side. "Can I be done now?"

He nodded, again. "Yes, you can. Be sure to be here at 0500 hours sharp tomorrow, or else you'll have to stay an extra hour."

She nodded, waving as she walked out of the gray room. Her footsteps took her to a familiar room, her room, with a bed. And trust me when I say that she was rather tired from training all day. She didn't even have the energy to eat anything, or notice the looming figure in her room that was hidden in the shadows.

As she laid down and turned to the side, her back facing the wall, the looming figure moved closer. It approached with cat like silence and cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream.

"Scream, and I'll make sure you never see mommy again." said the voice, pulling her up and injecting a needle into her system. She fell to the floor with a silent 'thump' and looked completely unconscious. Then, the figure took her away.