Wanda Maximoff had quickly become Maven's favorite person. They connected over their similar powers and generally crappy pasts. Maven tended to start screaming in her sleep, and Wanda always came and comforted her so she didn't teleport somewhere randomly in her distress. Life had been improving. And at long last, they had moved her to the Avengers compound. Maven had been sitting with Wanda in front of the television watching 'Shrek' when Tony had walked in.

"Hey, um, kid..." Maven muted the TV and turned around to face him.

"Yes?"

"So Pepper and I figured that maybe you should," He started, rubbing the back of his neck "go to school?" The end of the question sounded more like a query than a statement, and Tony looked slightly guilty. Maven, who had already had the concept of school explained to her by Wanda, narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You do realize I literally have a computer in my brain, right?" She said calmly, while her face said that she was feeling the complete opposite. Tony took a small step back, before speaking up again.

"Yeah well, we figured it would be good for you to learn to socialize and school would be great for that." Dropping all intention's of staying calm, Maven lept over the couch and stood right in front of Tony. She could have sworn she heard him gulp.

"You do realize that I could easily lose my temper and hurt someone right? Or have another panic attack?" She stepped even closer to Tony and continued "and if I hurt someone, that is on you." She poked him in the chest with her metal arm to prove her point. Maven also could have pointed out that she was leaving here as soon as she could remember the name of where she was from and return there. But she still felt slightly guilty about abandoning Tony and Wanda as soon as she got the chance so she didn't say anything.

A 30-minute argument ensued about whether or not Maven was going to attend school. After Wanda stepped in and gently pushed Maven into attending, she finally caved.

"Fine." She huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. Tony seemed extremely relieved to not be arguing with her anymore and proceeded to tell her about the school she would be going to. Midtown something, Maven wasn't really paying attention. When he told her it would be in Queens, however, she frowned. Weren't there closer schools she could attend? As if reading her mind, Tony told her that was someone like her at that school. Someone like her how? Someone not-from-here? Someone with powers? But Tony only winked and left the room with something about "Romanoff strangling him if her room wasn't set up in time."

It was Saturday, and Maven was supposed to go to school on Monday. She was not in a good mood. When Tony told her that there were going to having visitors, it did absolutely nothing to improve her mood. The day they turned up to the tower, however, Maven's disgust quickly turned to interest. A man with blonde hair and clear blue eyes and a woman with flaming red hair had shown up in the living room while Maven had been throwing a ball at the ceiling in boredom. She had caught the ball, and stood up to greet the visitors. The blonde stepped forward first and was about to introduce himself when the Cyborg cut him off.

"Steven Grant Rodgers, born 1918 July 4th, served along the Howling Commandos from 1943 to 1945. Currently an Avenger and Agent of SHIELD." Ignoring the slightly embarrassed look on Steve's face, she moved on to the redhead. "Natalia Alianova Romanoff, former KGB agent, Currently with SHIELD, Level 7 clearance. Nice to meet you. I'm Maven." Steve look at her incredulously.

"How did you-"
"I hacked SHIELD yesterday because I was bored. Also, I'm a cyborg. I've got facial recognition systems" Steve now looked like a lost puppy, Maven noted with amusement.

"I mean you don't look like a computer..." He remarked slowly.

"Well the people that made me actually left my Cyborg parts exposed so I would be easier to hunt down if I escaped, but Tony made covers for everything." She finished with a shrug.

"Wait a minute, Tony, isn't this that girl we found in the middle of the Hydra base wreckage?" Looking around, Maven noticed that Tony had entered the room.

"Yes."

"So you're an enhanced?" Steve asked, looking slightly more wary now.

"Yep!" Maven exclaimed happily, lifting the ball she was holding with telekinesis.

"So you're like Wanda?" Natasha asked. She was so quiet, Maven almost forgot she was there.

"Not exactly..." She teleported behind Steve and poked him on the shoulder, then shouted: "Made you look!" And made the ball smack him in the face.

A small smile spread across Natasha's face, and Tony burst out laughing. Even Steve couldn't suppress a grin. Suddenly, Natasha swung a punch at her. Maven sidestepped it and flipped Natasha on her back in an instant. Natasha stood up brushing herself off and grinned widely.

"You and I are going to very good friends."

Natasha and Maven had decided to go out to lunch when Tony and Steve started arguing about if Steve had stolen one of Tony's prized wrenches.

"It was my best one!"

"Why would I steal your wrench?"

The two men didn't seem to notice that Natasha and Maven had been watching the argument unfold in the doorway barely stifling laughter, and when they were well on they're way the nearest restaurant, Natasha pulled out the wrench with a smirk.

"So I'm hoping you don't normally attack people when you first meet them?" Maven asked Natasha.

"It depends on the person," Maven snorted into her sandwich "but no, not normally. I was testing to see your reaction time. The enhanced mostly rely on their powers to fight, but sometimes that's not enough." Maven nodded. She knew that first hand. "But if I may ask," Natasha said rather hesitantly, "who taught you to fight?" Maven froze and gripped the edge of the table as if it was a lifeline. The Creators. They had taught all the intrisic to fight with deadly precision in case they wanted them for fighting later. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Natasha could see that this was a very touchy subject, which interested her. The girl had turned up out of nowhere, and Natasha needed to know what kind of threat she posed. Appearing gentle and helpful was the best way to approach the rightfully suspicious teenager.

"I'm very used to people trying to weasel information out of me." Maven sneered, twirling the knife in her hand and glaring at Natasha. Natasha's mind was racing, though none of what she was thinking slipped onto her face. Who was this girl, really? No one had ever figured out she was trying to get information out of them that fast. "You don't have any reason me to trust me. I know. My Creator's trained us when we were young. In case they wanted to turn us into weapon's later." Maven said, spinning the knife faster.

"Who are the Creators? What they did is illegal. SHIELD could arrest them," Maven laughed humorlessly.

"Where I'm from no one cares."

"Where are you from?" Maven frowned.

"I don't know"

"You don't have the faintest idea?"

"I'm not from...earth."

"Oh. Well, that's a bit complicated then." Natasha said, taking a sip of her milkshake. She reached down for her phone, but before she could pull it out, Maven slammed the knife she had been twirling in between her fingers. Natasha raised an eyebrow. Maven pulled the knife out of the table with an audible pop.

"Reflex. Thought you might be pulling out a gun. Sorry." Maven said, not sounding at all sorry.

"I think I might be able to understand some of what it's like." Seeing Maven's confused look she amended "Your past. I was trained to be an assassin since I can remember. Brainwashed me." Maven nodded slowly, and there was a mutual understanding between the two. Life had never treated either of them fairly. And at that moment, both Maven and Natasha felt they had made a new friend.