I have this head cannon where Steve was awake for a while before the avengers because they never said any different (in the movies). Sorry for the wait I was on break and in Florida, no laptop and I had a lot of work to catch up on.
September 30 2012
The month of September was horrible for Klara. No friends and barely speaking to her family. Bella on the other hand had a great month until she realized her hatred for the color blue. Now normally it was one of her favorite colors. Blue was the color of her eyes, the sky and the sea. Many of her clothes were blue. But blue was horrible when it was on a pregnancy test. She regretted it, she knew she would. At the time it seemed like the right things to do. In the moment she wasn't thinking. Now she was she'd been sitting on her bathroom floor thinking for almost an hour. She couldn't tell her parents. What would they say? She could barely speak to Klara. Bu the 14 year old would know what to do, what to say. Klara Taylor Barton was impulsive, reckless and at time obnoxious but she was wise beyond her years. Bella tried not to sob so that no one came to check on her. If Klara was in her position she'd probably laugh it off and deal with it. Bella knew one thing. No one can know, not even Kyle. She wasn't keeping it, obviously. Bella had no trouble coming to that conclusion and accepting it. But how wold she accomplish an abortion without her parents finding out? She was on their health plan. Bella was practically a genius but scheming, finding loopholes and manipulation wasn't something she was good at. Natasha had tried teaching her, with no success. Bella got up off the floor and wrapped the test in toilet paper then put it into an empty box of pads then threw it into the trash which she would take out herself later. Klara. She'd have to tell Klara. Her younger sister could easily find a way around their parent's healthcare plan. Bella sighed.
"I need my own doctor for this shit." She muttered and left her room.
Klara spun aimlessly in her desk chair, Paramore's Brand New Eyes album blaring. Bella burst into her room. Klara frowned and turned off the music. She was about to ask her sister to walk out and knock but Bella looked like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"What's wrong with you?" Klara asked. She was half worried and half amused. It wasn't often Bella was seen stressed or anxious. Whenever she was you could tell. She organized things, but Klara never saw it on her sister's face. Bella was silent, she shut Klara's door and turned the music back on. Louder than it was. Klara watched in confusion as Bella grabbed two pads of sticky notes off of Klara's desk and handed one to Klara. Then tossed a pen at her younger sister. Klara reached to turn down the blaring music. Bella shook her head, glaring at Klara.
"Funny ignorance is falling on now deaf ears." Klara mumbled. Bella didn't hear her. She started writing on her sticky note.
I'm pregnant and very irresponsible and stupid.
Klara stared blankly, her eyes flicking back and forth between the note and Bella's now bright red face. She was torn between hysterically laughing and yelling at Bella. Klara didn't know much about birth control considering right now they were covering drugs in the health portion of gym. Sex Ed was in November. So she kept a straight face and wrote back.
Why don't we just text?
Bella looked as though Klara had just cracked the Da Vinci code and pulled out her phone. Klara immediately texted her sister.
Dude wat.
Klara THIS IS NOT A DUDE WAT SITUATION HELP ME!
Do I look like a gynecologist? No I look like a 14 year old. Go to an abortion clinic or something.
HOW DO I WORK AROUND MOM'S HEALTH PLAN!?
Do you listen to the school announcements? A health nurse comes in every Friday and it's confidential. She'll make you an appointment and lecture you on birth control then you go and it's all over. Calm your shit.
DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM MY SHIT THIS IS CRISIS!
I JUST GAVE YOU A GODDAMN SOLUTION! Also I agree, stupid move sis.
Lecture me laterrrrrrrrrr.
But like you don't even love him that much. Like dude wat.
I DON'T KNOW I WANED T SEE IF I DID OR COULD RO SOMETHING!
Ro? Haha typo.
TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY.
If you don't love him you should end it cause that not cool dude.
STOP CALLING ME DUDE
Fine. Brah.
Bella glowered at her sister.
IS EVERYTHING A JOKE TO YOU?
Funny things are. Just step back, look on the Brightside.
WHAT BRIGHTSIDE
You can no longer be used for virgin sacrifices.
OH MY GOD.
Klara smirked.
Tomorrow is literally Friday. Just go. When your appointment comes I'll even chill in the Starbucks across the street and wait for you. You can say we're shopping. And we could actually go shopping. Lie beforehand. I think you feel sick after.
Bella shut off the music.
"Fine. Good plan. No one will know?"
Klara shrugged "Talk to the lady. I don't know, they say confidential I assume it goes on your medical records."
"SHHHHH" Bella said. Klara frowned
"No one's home."
Bella was furious "You couldn't have mentioned that before I blasted your music or had to text you my problems!"
Klara cackled "Go have a breakdown I have an English essay."
Dinner that evening was awkward. Clint and Natasha were perfectly normal. Klara was to, or at least was acting like her sister wasn't pregnant very well. Bella was jittery and paranoid they'd somehow know. Klara couldn't stop smirking into her pasta.
"How's Kyle?" Natasha asked absent mindedly. Bella dropped her fork on the floor. She picked it up and slammed her head on the table. Clint winced
"Okay kid?"
Bella snapped back up "Okay? Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm fine. Kyle's fine. We're fine." She said. She reached for the salad and knocked over Klara's water.
"Pull yourself together." She mumbled. Natasha smiled at Klara.
"You and I are going away this weekend." She said. Klara glanced up from her garlic bread.
"What? Where? Why?"
Bella frowned "Why aren't I coming?" she looked very offended. Clint raised his eyebrows.
"Because you've been pouring over a test that's next week for days. Nat figured you'd want to hole up in your room and swallow your physics textbook."
Bella bit into her bread onto her tongue, she cringed.
"Right yeah. If you'd asked me I would have refused actually."
Klara stared at her mother "What? Where? Why?"
Natasha smirked "It's a surprise." Clint mimicked Natasha's grin.
Klara sighed "K whatever. What do I bring?"
"There's the spirit!" Bella chimed in with, smiling overly sweet at her younger sister.
The day of the week were stressful for both girls. Klara still had no luck making friends and Bella wanted to not be pregnant. However she got her appointment away from her parents prying eyes and now had to wait three weeks. Apparently those clinics were busy. Klara on the other hand did not like the idea of going on a mysterious weekend getaway with her mother. But on Friday as soon as she got home from school Natasha tossed Klara her small duffle bag and bow then led her right back into the Garage.
"Where are we going?" Klara whined, sick of being kept in the dark
"The helicarrier." Natasha deadpanned.
Bella had been there once, when she was in her freshman year also. Klara had never gone. Not that she remembered, though she'd seen plenty of SHIELD bases. And hospitals. It wasn't Klara's fault she'd needed a liver transplant when she was 8. The family doesn't talk about it. But the helicarrier was a new adventure. Klara figured she'd spend the weekend by herself while her mother worked. As soon as she stepped onto a SHIELD base people would ran at her with missions, consults or research. It was fine because Klara would love to spend the weekend alone on the helicarrier. Klara was silent on the drive to the SHIELD base, her duffle bag at her feet. Natasha was speaking with Coulson on blue tooth, when she hung up.
"I meant to bring Bella to, but I guess she's busy. There's someone very interesting at SHIELD that you may encounter. Don't force conversation on him, he's been asleep for 70 years."
Klara stared at her mother as they pulled into the SHIELD base wear they'd be flying to the helicarrier.
"What? Who?"
Natasha smirked "Captain Steve Rogers. He's on the helicarrier for physical and mental evaluation. He can't escape it if he has a breakdown and tried. At least not easily."
Klara nodded "I'm guessing I'll just know him I see him?"
Natasha nodded "I think you will."
Klara hated flying. It made her claustrophobic, it made her sick and her hurt her ears. Even the short trip up the Helicarrier made her miserable. AS Klara expected as soon as thy boarding Natasha had to leave to consult a few other agents about their mission. She gave Klara a guest key card with a room. Which meant she could go to the gym (though gym is an understatement), cafeteria and her room. Klara sighed, Clint would take her to the New York base and let her use his arrows. When he did this he'd usually slip up and let her use his card, letting her look at all the lab equipment. But Natasha was careful, so Klara didn't stand around. She headed down to her room and dropped off her bad then headed to the gym. If anyone questioned her being allowed to use the practice arrows she'd say her name and smirk.
Steve Rogers had seen some unusual things but when a girl who couldn't be older than 15 walked into the training facility of the world's top security organization, he was very confused. His first thought was that they had taken to recruiting minors. The thought sickened and enraged him. But the young girl didn't look like an agent who had a very specific dress code. Either their SHIELD uniform, a black suit or black, dark blue of grey clothing. The girl was wearing aquamarine jeans, a grey t-shirt, a tan jacket and boots. She didn't look like she belonged, other than the case she held and the key card pinned to her shirt. She walked straight passed him and the punching bags, not bothering to give Steve a glance and set the case down the tables in front of the target range. Then left into the armoury. Steve abandoned the task of wrapping his hands as he waited for the young girl to come out of the room. The teenager walked back over to the target range with a quiver full of arrows and a tray of throwing knives. Steve frowned, this organization had children as agents? This wasn't right. Steve knew he couldn't just go talk to the kid, he shouldn't disturb them. But why was she using a bow and arrow? She notched then arrow and drew her bow. Steve watched in awe as he hit the dummy right where the heart would be then instantly drew another arrow hitting the dummy in the next than another arrow into his head. She stopped and looked at the dummy. Steve was impressed by the girl's skill, but he still didn't understand why she was training like this in the first place. Children shouldn't be soldiers or spies. Not in the 40's and not now. Steve walked over to her.
"Do you work here?" he asked. She set her bow down and turned to Steve.
"No. My parents do."
Klara stared at him, she was sure this was Steve Rogers. Captain America. But she wasn't going to say anything, what if she was wrong? He nodded. Klara raised her eyebrows
"I agree turning children into spies is sickening. That doesn't mean people don't do it."
She said thinking about her mother and the still active, still hanging over her head. Red room. The man who she assumed was Steve Rogers didn't say anything and instead glanced down at the bow.
"I've never heard of anyone using a bow in combat. Not in the 20th century."
Klara smirked, this was sooo Steve Rogers "21st century, and clearly you haven't seen my father. World's greatest marksmen. Well he calls himself that. I don't think there's ever been a real study and technically this organization doesn't exist, so I don't suppose they could just go rounding up snipers to compete with each other." Klara said, notching an arrow and drawing her bow. She hit the heart of the target again, going straight through the other arrow. Steve nodded
"I'm Steve Rogers." He held out is hands. Klara shook it
"Klara Barton."
Steve was surprised she didn't say anything along the lines of 'how's this century treating you?' or 'OH MY GOD CAPTAIN AMERICA! I WROTE ABOUT YOU FOR MY SCHOOL"S HISTORY ESSAY'. Klara didn't she instead, set her bow down and picked up a knife.
"My mother taught me this." She said before launching the knife strait into the dummy's chest. Steve took a step back, he wasn't expecting her to seize a knife and throw it.
"How old are you?" he asked, still astonished by her skill.
"14. My sister's 17. She's the one that want's to work here. Not doing this. Bio mechanics and science and stuff." She muttered, pulling her hair back into a pony tail and picking up her bow again.
"Bio mechanics like building weapons?" Steve asked, he was told this was an organization striving for peace. He thought maybe Klara had a less bias opinion.
Klara smirked "Of mass destruction? Doesn't sound like Bella. I told her once she shouldn't work here. She thinks she'll just get to be a scientist. Not a weapons designer. Silly little Bella."
Klara said bitterly. Steve furrowed his brow "You think she'll be making weapons?"
Klara shrugged "What do I know? I'm 14. I just know what I've managed to learn via dishonest means."
Steve raised his eyebrows, Klara huffed "I don't like this topic of conversation. Ask me about something else. The cafeteria spaghetti is not good, if all the food is the same SHIELD wide anyway. Really not good. If that's all they're serving go hungry. Don't eat it ever."
Steve nodded "I'll remember that. Anything you recommend?"
Klara thought for a moment "The pizza, cake and tacos are good. But I'm pretty sure actual Mexican tacos are soft shell so they're not actually tacos."
Before Steve could reply two SHIELD agents walked into the gym. The woman with a very pointed nose and tight bun glared at Klara.
"There are no children allowed in here. Go."
Klara raised an eyebrow "Tell that to my mother. She works here."
The man with her scoffed "We're level 6 agents I'm sure we outrank her. High level agents don't have children. They get in the way."
Klara burst out laughing.
"You. Don't. Outrank. The. Black. Widow." She said through her laugh. The woman frowned and went into the armoury, the man followed her in. Klara put her bow back into its case and left the quiver and knives on the table. Steve was glaring at the man and woman who'd just left the room. Klara frowned
"High level agents don't have children. They get in the way." She grumbled. While waving Steve goodbye and leaving the gym. To the one place other than her room she could hangout. The cafeteria.
Klara wasn't hungry. Put people did more than eat in here. Paper work, eat and gossip where the cafeteria's main functions. Sometimes people would fight each other, but that was usually caused by the gossip. Once last year Bella and Klara witness a man and a woman fight each other over the same woman. The fight was broken up by said woman who dumped both of them. Klara thinks the man transferred to Beijing. She looked around for her mother but she wasn't there. Maria Hill was sitting alone across the Cafeteria sipping on coffee. Klara debated going to sit with her but decided against it.
"Kids don't get in the way." Klara mumbled.
Klara frowned she and Bella were barely involved in their parents work lives. There's no possible way they were getting in the way of them. Saving lives or taking out bad people or whatever they do. Although the two girls knew that their parents no longer went on missions together and that if one of them died the other one would retire so that Bella and Klara weren't left without parents. They knew that a lot of the big stuff one of them was offered, the saving the world taking down dangerous organizations single-handedly stuff, Clint and Natasha would turn down in favour of less life threatening more covert missions. So that they were around for their kids. They stopped going in without extraction plans and without backup nearby. Klara put her head in her hands. She and Bella weren't getting in the way but they changed how their parents worked and which lives they save. Klara shouldn't feel guilty, but the 14 year old watched the other agents in the large room feeling guilty.