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JacksonJackson Escobarr waited impatiently in front of the shopping centre, standing on one foot and then the other. Would she come?
It seemed not. She was already half an hour late. In a burst of anger Jackson hit the wooden pole next to him. His best friend had let him down.
"Jackson?" Tyler was suddenly standing next to him. It was unsettling how the big guy could do that.
"She didn't come," Jackson whispered. Tyler shifted nervously.
"Come inside, man," Tyler told Jackson, adding after a hesitant pause, "Cat hasn't shown up either."
"Was she ever going to show up at all?" Jackson snorted in disbelief. Tyler raised his hands in an 'only God knows' gesture.
"Knowing Cat, she's probably off discovering new poisons or something."
Jackson laughed softly. "Seems legit. We'll have to ask-"
The two boys were interrupted by a sound like a helicopter's rotors whirring. It seemed close by, and it caused Jackson to freeze.
"What's going on?" Jackson mumbled.
"Talia," Tyler disappeared indoors to find out where his girlfriend was. Jackson was alone and, though he would never admit it, he was scared. Helicopters had always freaked him out. Maybe it was something to do with the sharp rotors or the fact it flew or even the way it didn't have any doors so people could fall out.
Jackson began to try to retreat, hide inside the building. He was a troublemaker, someone who always came to mind when disasters happened, but this disaster definitely wasn't one of his schemes. It felt somewhat sinister, like someone else was pulling the strings this time. It didn't help Jackson's feelings that Bella had disappeared of the face of the earth - or at least she'd disappeared from Jackson's view and wasn't showing any signs of popping back up.
Yes, Jackson Escobarr was scared. And for good reason.
~
Tyler
"Oi, Adams," a snarky voice was heard behind Tyler. "Where's your girlfriend at, eh?"
"How should I know? I don't own her, do I?" Tyler turned around to stare at the lanky form of Flynn Rino. Flynn smirked and was silent, which aggravated Tyler. His hands clenched into fists and he itched to forcefully put those fists on Flynn's jaws.
"No..." Flynn laughed softly. Tyler began to worry about Talia, whether she was safe or not. If Flynn had hurt her in any way Tyler would pound him to the ground. "Watch it, Adams."
Tyler turned away to prevent himself from doing anything rash. As he began to search for Talia once more, Flynn spoke for the last time that night.
"All that you know is at an end."
Tyler spun around once more at that sinister note.
"Wh-" He started to ask, but Flynn was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place.
Tyler Adams wasn't overly intelligent. He depended more on strength than wisdom, though his gentle, kind nature could see him through anything. Sometimes, though, Tyler lost control. He changed personality drastically, as if he were two people - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde style. Tyler's anger was an unpredictable inner monster, a lion waiting for the right moment to burst out of prison. In this way, Tyler was dangerous.
A cry sounded from out the back of the building. It was unmistakably Talia's voice - Tyler could recognize her tone anywhere, anytime. So Tyler burst out the back door and was hit by a confronting sight. A helicopter (possibly the same one that had been out the front) whirred above, with Jackson suspended from it, tied up in what? A rope? Leather? Chains? It was too dark for Tyler to see. What really set him off was the sight of Talia cornered by two men in black.
Tyler lost control.
CLIFFHANGER, MY LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.
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Author's note: Clearly, I am obsessed with the Avengers. Here is an Avenger's inspired fanficfion for you to enjoy.
Description: Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D's most successful project, the generation initiative. Years ago the corporation created the Avengers, the team that saved the world countless times. It was obvious that the Avengers would not always be able to save the world....so they decided to expand the project--with the next generation of Avengers. Several exceptional teens have been collected, with different pasts, in order to train them for what is to come. They will train long and hard under S.H.I.E.L.D's watchful eye to gain the skills they need for when the world needs them most. S.H.I.E.L.D also does this to keep an eye on some of the more potentially dangerous people... So, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Prologue
Bella Colt had never been a normal kid. She'd always been too smart, too bright, too intuitive. The only thing Bella ever looked forward to was her free time - the time she had for her inventions, her ideas. This time was limited - someone or something always managed to butt in. What Bella didn't know was that these interruptions weren't accidents. There was an organization out there, one that had speculations about what would happen if Bella created something with true potential. And every minute of the spare time she had flaunted this risk, causing the organization to react every single time.
Bella is part of the reason this organization began a project to train and observe people like her. This organization was called S.H.I.E.L.D, and the project called the Generation Initiative.
Bella was recruited near-first, as a precaution. S.H.I.E.L.D was under the impression that Bella Colt was somehow related to Tony Stark. It's true - he's a distant relative, but the intelligence on Bella's part cannot be explained using this reason. Bella is unique. She could be a relative of anyone smart - Daedalus from the Greek myths, perhaps. That might explain her interest in anything Greek, or for that matter, European.
When Bella was recruited to the Generation Initiative, she was shocked. She almost refused to go, but an undercover agent managed to convince her that it would open a window of opportunity, to meet the Avengers. Bella never exactly yearned for this chance, but having it offered to her kickstarted the longing...
"Hey, smart girl," someone said, interrupting Bella's furious writing, "Take your time, yeah?"
Bella looked up and raised her eyebrows.
"Honestly, Alicia," she said dryly, "I am taking my time. If I wasn't you'd look even stupider."
Alicia flicked her hair and giggled. "I'm sure you believe that, Smart Girl!"
"Oh, I do," Bella replied, her pen whirling across the page once more. "I know it."
"Are you honestly going to get another 'A'?" Alicia smirked. "Colt, live a little! Lash out, try for an 'A minus!'"
"Just because your grade average is 'C' doesn't mean I have to be like that as well."
"Have fun, Smart Girl," Alicia laughed before heading back to her giggling group of followers.
Bella sighed and finished her essay. She placed it safely in her folder and stood up, ready to leave the cafeteria.
~
High School had finally ended for the rest of Bella Colt's life. She'd graduated, been accepted at a high-grade college, and gotten a good pay rise for her job. Her best friend, Jackson Escobarr, was unfortunately not attending the same college, but at least he was going to one near hers. Jackson was one of the cool kids, popular amongst both girls and boys, but he was one of the few that managed to keep his head and remain best friends with Bella. Jackson was not responsible - he was, in the nicest way, extremely reckless, but he had never set more than a toe over the line, besides that one incident where he had nearly burnt the school down. Jackson had always hated school with a passion, but now that he was leaving another stage of it, he felt a terrible sadness opening up inside. He'd never again go to school with Bella Colt. Never again joke around with Mr. Baradikis. Never again sit in this same cafeteria with his friends. Jackson would never belong here again...
Jackson felt tears welling up in his eyes as he and Bella walked home. She noticed straight away and slowed down.
"You aren't seriously sad about leaving, are you?"
"No," Jackson retorted, but his voice trembled. "I- I'm fine."
"Aw, Jacks," Bella laughed softly and hugged him. "I'm gonna miss school as well..."
"I won't miss the exams," Jackson replied, with a little half-smile. "Or Miss Cesstuni. Or-"
"I get it, I get it," Bella smiled. "You won't miss any of the bad sh*t."
"I'll miss going to school with you," Jackson muttered, then added as a cover-up, "And Jason, and Tyler, and Cat."
"Mm," Bella nodded. "We'll have to meet up a lot."
"Definitely."
~
Tyler Adams was one of Jackson's best guy friends. He was a big, burly football player that could lift impossible weights. He had huge muscles and broad shoulders, giving him an intimidating aura. Like a lot of strong guys, Tyler's large build hid a soft, gentle inside. He couldn't leave anyone or anything hurt, besides people who insulted or injured anyone he felt close to. Bella liked to invite Tyler over to help her carry weights for her projects. He helped because he felt the need to repay Bella for something she did for him long ago, and because he couldn't say no to anyone. Tyler especially couldn't say no to his girlfriend, Talia Swallow.
The only time he ever really got angry was when S.H.I.E.L.D attempted to recruit (or in Tyler's eyes, kidnap) he and Talia...
Tyler had just finished showering after his physical education class. He made his way down to the cafeteria, where everyone had already finished lunch and was outside playing football and stuff.
Only Talia and Cat were waiting for him. As Tyler approached, Talia whispered something to Cat and Cat slunk away.
"Hey, Tyler," Talia asked him hesitantly, "Can you come over Saturday? You know, for the Trig project?"
"Oh, um," Tyler blinked. "Uh, y-yeah, Trig... Yeah!"
"Thanks," Talia smiled gratefully. "I need help with the assignment. And extra study time would be good too..."
Tyler nodded. Studying.
~
Talia Swallow was Tyler's girlfriend, and had been for a year and a half now. He'd liked her since year 8 - Talia had only begun to take an interest in Tyler at the beginning of their last year in high school. Talia was small, a little fern amongst the ten-foot-tall trees. Tyler, compared to Talia, was a fifteen-foot-tall tree. No one would ever expect them to go out, but they did, and still are. Talia, being small, was also a light weight. She was the girl who was all but blown away in the wind, lost in the air. She was a vegetarian, which was the most likely explanation for her weight and ability to (pretty much) fly...
"Cat," Talia giggled, "I feel like I'm going to blow away!"
"Oh, Talia, please don't!" Cat laughed and caught Talia's arm. The two were bundled up to protect themselves from the cold wind -gloves, thick jackets, beanies, the lot.
"Last time it took forever to look for you-"
"-And then you found me on Mr, Wervis' roof!"
Talia felt her feet leaving the ground and held on tighter to Cat, who promptly sat down on a nearby bench to be a better anchor. Talia sighed, the sound lost in the wind, and knew they would have to wait it out.
~
Caterina Lazar was Talia's best friend. She was always there for Talia, the one who held her down (literally) and never let her do anything stupid. Cat wasn't tall yet short; she looked ridiculously average. She was a lean girl - by far the leanest piece of meat in the butcher's store. Strong, as well. The only noticeably different thing about Cat was the fact that she was an orphan, found living on the streets at seven years old and taken in by a foster family. Cat had a knack for knowing things other people didn’t. She could tell you what the nerdy kid sitting over in the corner of the cafeteria was doing without even blinking an eye. All Cat had ever wanted to do was be a spy, and she seemed to be going the right way.
“Caterina!” Cat’s foster mum called as she waltzed into the living room, “We have guests!”
“Oh, wonderful,” Cat muttered, then added in a louder tone, “I have to go to Talia’s house for a project!”
"These people are here specially for you, Caterina. You must tell Talia that you have to miss tonight! Besides, you said yourself that she was hanging out with Tyler, so don't pull that excuse!"
Cat had to admit - Mae was a smarter foster parent than most. Cat sighed and made her way downstairs, dressed in her usual black tights and grey top.
A man and a woman sat at the dining table, dressed in formal attire. The man had one eye, which sent Cat's nerves on overdrive. The woman had red curly hair that was pulled back in a bun. She reminded Cat of herself - a spy.
"Caterina Lazar," the woman smiled. "At last."
~
The five teenagers involved in this tale are all somehow related. There is a sixth, one that is strikingly similar to Cat. If this boy did not exist, Cat may have taken his place...