Sorry this took so long, I just have way to many things going on right now.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, but my OCs and my own story.

Chapter Five: First Day of School, Part 2

"So how was third and fourth period?" Caroline asked Clara as they sat down for lunch.

"Well Biology sounds like fun, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail Geometry and it's only the first day," Clara responded.

"Come on," Caroline complained. "Be optimistic."

"Hey, I did say I thought Biology was going to be fun."

"Do you guys mind if I sit with you?" someone asked. Caroline whipped her head around and saw that it was a girl who was in both their Humane Letters class and her chemistry class.

"Sure," Caroline said moving her backpack off the bench to make room for her.

"Thanks," the girl said sitting down. "I'm new here so I don't really know anybody," she explained to Clara. "I'm Abby by the way."

"Clara," Clara told her. "You're in our Humane Letters class, right?"

"Yeah, I'm also in the same chemistry class as Caroline," Abby said, pulling a strand of her dark brown hair out of her face. "Though I'm not sure I'm going to survive it. I heard chemistry is really hard."

"Why is everyone being so pessimistic today?" Caroline asked in mock exasperation.

"I don't know," Clara said, and then switched topics. "So what was the most interesting class so far?"

"Humane Letters," Caroline said automatically. "It's the only class that we actually did anything in."

"Agreed," Clara said.

"Oh, totally," Abby agreed. "Though our Chemistry teacher is pretty funny."

"Why?" Clara asked.

"Because he's from India and has a terrible grammar and an accent that's kind of hard to understand," Caroline explained. "As if understanding this new school isn't hard enough now we have to decipher what our teacher is saying."

"Totally," Abby agreed. "Wait, are you new too?"

"Yeah we moved here over the summer from Arizona," Caroline said. Glad that she could answer that question truthfully.

"So are you guys related?" Abby asked.

"We're cousins," Clara said, instinctively, because they were.

"But our families are really close so we moved together and are practically next-store neighbors," Caroline said quickly, hoping the story sound feasible enough.

"Cool," Abby said. "I'm from Ohio."

As they continued to talk, Caroline could help but feel like she had met Abby before, but she wasn't sure when or where. There was just something familiar about her. Suddenly the bell rang signaling that lunch was over.

"Well, I guess we have to go now," Caroline said. "It was nice meeting you."

Abby got up and left for her next class. "Did you ever figure out to get to the underground training room area?" Clara asked.

"Follow me," Caroline said grinning. She led Clara to what appeared to be a closet.

"Uh, Caroline, that's a closet," Clara pointed out. Caroline rolled her eyes and slid her school ID card on the scanner. The light went green and a second later the doors slid open to reveal a stair case.

"Come on," Caroline said hurrying down the stairs and Clara hurried after her. The doors slid shut behind her.

"Are you sure no one saw do that?" Clara asked.

Caroline shook her head. "Everyone that possible saw us already knew these stairs existed. Besides without the correct access the doors will open like normal doors into an actual closet."

"How do you know?" Clara asked.

"I read it on the school website," Caroline said. "You have to click on the school icon, type in the ABCs while it says it's loading, which brings you to a sign in page where you type in your second student ID number."

"How in the world did you figure that out?" Clara asked as they reached the bottom of the staircase and opened the door.

"Natasha told us that a week ago, remember?"

"Must have not been paying attention."

Caroline sighed. "Alright well know you know," she said and then started looking at the various door numbers. "What room number is it?"

"Six"

They opened the door to find themselves in an apparently empty room with the lights off.

"Hello?" Clara said looking for a light switch.

The door suddenly sung closed behind them. Someone grabbed Clara from behind and she shrieked trying to twist away. Caroline desolidified herself when she heard the shriek and felt someone pass right through her. "What-" the person began before Caroline slammed her fist into their back and the hit slammed the person into the wall. After a second of freaking out, Clara calmed down and used her mind to make the person let go and fly into the wall. Then suddenly the lights turned on.

"What the heck just happened?" Caroline said looking over at Clara.

"No clue," Clara said looking around.

There were two other girls in the room. They appeared to be about Clara and Caroline's age. Both were on the ground, but were getting up.

"We so failed," one of them said, holding one of her hands to her head.

"No actually you didn't," Natasha said entering the room from an almost invisible door on the opposite side of the room. "Your real test is in in room 11 in twenty minutes. This was just to see how these two would react. It had nothing to do with your abilities. You can go to room 11 now and get ready."

The two girls nodded and left the room.

"Again, what the heck just happened?" Caroline asked.

"We needed to see how you two would react if you were attacked. I already knew what you would both probably do, but it's just standard protocol," Natasha told them.

"That makes sense, I guess," Clara said. "But that doesn't explain what you're doing here."

"I'm here to help with your training," Natasha explained. "You already know me and Clint and you're part of the Avengers so Fury decided it would be a good idea for us to be directly involved. At the moment Clint is busy so you're stuck with me for today. Though for the most part today is just a series of preliminary tests to see where you are."

"Okay then," Clara said. "That better than going over a bunch of syllabuses."

"I'm pretty sure the correct plural form of syllabus is syllabi," Caroline said.

"Because the difference is so important."

"Not really, but Kateri thinks it is."

"Well, Kateri cares to much about a lot of things that are not important."

"Would you two please stop arguing," Natasha said.

"We aren't arguing," Caroline insisted. "We were agreeing that Kateri cares too much about many things that are really not that important."

"Kateri your sister?" Natasha clarified.

"Yes"

"Just a question," Clara said. "Are all of these tests part of the 'standard protocol' thing?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Natasha said. "though some of them will be more useful than others."

"So are a lot of agents trained in places like this?" Caroline asked.

"I thought they were trained in academies," Clara said.

"Depending on what SHIELD thinks is best for the situation is what they set up, which yes in some cases is academies and in other places schools more similar to these. It really just depends. Now what is this? Twenty questions? You guys have tests to take, we can talk later."

… Page Break …

"Rope"

"A guitar"

"Ice cream"

"That would totally melt"

"Fine, melted ice cream"

Tony, Steve, and Bruce had been about to start a Monopoly game, when the elevator doors had opened and Natasha, Caroline, and Clara had arrived home.

"A rock"

"A witch dying in a cauldron of boiling oil," Caroline said.

It took everyone a moment to register what she had said, and they all looked up at her. "What!?"

"A witch dying in a cauldron of boiling oil," she repeated.

"Uh what are guys playing?" Steve asked.

"Categories," Clara told him. "The category was thing found in the back of the car."

"And I'm ending the game now," Natasha said.

"So what are you guys playing?" Caroline asked.

"Monopoly"

At that moment the elevator opened again and Clint walked in. "You're playing Monopoly without me?" he asked, looking upset.

"You guys are way too obsessed with this game," Clara said. "This is the third time we're playing it in the last two weeks, but no we haven't started the game yet, Clint."

The main problem with playing monopoly was that everyone always argued over what piece they got.

"Oh just give me the pieces," Caroline finally exclaimed after ten minutes of arguing. They handed her the pieces. "Alright give this one to Tony," she said, passing down a piece that looked like an Iron Man suit. "This one's for Steve," she said as she made a mini shield, and so forth till she made Natasha a gun, Clint a bow and arrow, Thor a hammer, Bruce a hulk, and herself an infinity sign with swirls floating off of it. "And we have a problem, " she said.

"What problem?" Steve asked.

"Clara doesn't have a super hero name or symbol I can make for her," she said.

"Alright we're postponing the game till we come up with a name for Clara," Tony decided.

Clara sighed. "Really?" she asked. "Is that really necessary?"

"Well you're going to need one eventually," Caroline reasoned.

Yep, the Avengers are obsessed with Monopoly. Not the worst thing to be obsessed with though. Anyways, people where are you and why are you not reviewing? You do realize that my creative mind needs reviews to full function correctly and is slowly dying, right? Anyways I would rather it not die and that I continue writing this story, but I don't have much of a chose if my readers don't review.