Sun shone onto Enya's face as she laid down in bed. She did not get much sleep. Most of the night was spent processing what had happened to her. Eventually, she had accepted it - not because she wanted to, but because she knew she had to. The agent that had led her to her room the previous day had explained what she needed to know about S.H.I.E.L.D at that time, and Enya figured that she was not going to get far if she focused too much on the past.
She was a strong person. She was capable of pushing her emotions aside if she had to. Her parents raised her this way - to be strong. It was unknown to Enya why they did this, but she had found this skill useful in many situations, and this was one of them. Enya knew that if she wanted to be able to live the best life she could, she had to focus.
By the time seven o'clock rolled around, Enya had gotten ready for the day. She found some clothes inside of her closet, seemingly made for fighting and training. This is what Enya thought that she was going to be doing for the foreseeable future. She had managed to come to the terms about that.
Enya was a curious case to S.H.I.E.L.D. They had never really seen anyone like her; an eleven-year-old who was able to bring down a house at a small change in emotion.
Training started that day. The director thought that the sooner she was able to understand her abilities, the better. Enya met the person who would be helping her train. Her name was Natasha Romanoff - the Black Widow. The director though that she was the best person to help.
Over the next several years, Enya learnt to master her abilities. She never had many missions to go on because she was so young, so she spent most of her time either training or relaxing in her room or the common room. Natasha and her also grew quite close, like sisters. She introduced Enya to Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye - one of her closest friends. Natasha would tell Enya all about the Avengers and the missions she went on with them - more than the TV would show. Director Fury also seemed to show a liking to Enya. He even said that once she was ready, she would be able to join the Avengers if she liked. Enya was shocked when she heard this. That would make her a superhero.
One day, not long after her seventeenth birthday, the director came to her with the news of joining the Avengers. Enya agreed very quickly. She had grown quite fond of the Avengers from the stories told to her by Natasha and occasionally Clint. At least now Enya knew that she wouldn't have to follow the same timetable she had been for the past years.
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A/N: Sorry for this short and kinda crappy chapter. This is very much a filler/transition chapter to finish off the introduction and backstory of Enya.
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