"So this is the Avengers?" I ask Fury. He nods. "A frozen soldier, psychopathic scientist, Don't have a clue who that one is, or that one, and then there's the woman with red hair." I say.
"And this is the kid? Stark's kid, obviously." The guy with a crossbow mutters.
"This is Cleo." Fury tells them. "She's been told to play nice."
"I never made any promises."I mumble.
"I never once thought you'd have a kid, Tony." The woman says. "She's kinda cute, I like her."
"Look, I'm not his daughter, and any thoughts that I am-or ever will be-should be stomped on now. Because that is the last thing I Am."
"Cleo, that's what you called her?"
"Well I had to, didn't I? You smashed up the experiment before it finished." Stark rolls his eyes at the psychopathic scientist.
"That wasn't me." He shouts.
"Oh hell no, you're getting him...angry...when does he turn green? I wanna see that...that's cool."
"Shut up. She's just an experiment? How could you be so stupid as to..." The frozen guy starts.
"You do realise you're talking about father of the year right? The idiot made a lab daughter then dumped her onto another lab. Did you get your medal, Daddy?" I finish sarcastically.
"No, it got lost in the post, just like your brain." He shoots back.
"Oh yeah, you forgot to put that in your super-computer of a 'daughter'."
"Will you two shut up?" Fury shouts. "Your all here for a reason!"
"We know, they got the..."
"Don't Cleo!" I stay silent. "Your all here because there's something that's getting out of control over in England. A 'zombie' attack. But the thing is, Cleo isn't trained. You have three days to train her, that's when they say it's going to die down. I refuse to send her without training and until her brain is on speaking terms with her mouth, I doubt that will be possible. Now, Cleo, you have a choice, either work with them and you can be part of the Avengers. Or..."
"Or what?"
"You can stay in your cosy cell for the rest of eternity and rot in there."
"You are so nice."
"You have to make a decision."
"I'll get trained. I don't fancy the thought of rotting..." I tell him. "I'll behave." I promise.