“I have a clean shot” Clint announces, hitting a button above his head
“Negative. I am still in the truck” Natasha informs
“What the hell are you-” Clint stops mid sentence
“Just be ready. I’m sending the package to you” Natasha interrupts
“How do you want me to take it?” Clint asks, getting prepared
“Uh, you might wish you hadn't asked that” She answers as she cuts the multi-purpose belt in half
Meanwhile Cap started fighting ULTRON inside of the still driving train.
They are throwing punches at each other, trying to dodge the ones from the opposite. As Cap was laying against the red fabric seats, he feels a breeze of air on his face and ULTRON is further away from him. The Maximoff kids appear, helping Cap who is still leaning against the seats.
“Please, don’t do this” ULTRON pleads to the twins
“What choice do we have?” Wanda asks
ULTRON turns around, facing Pietro but before the blast that are coming out of ULTRON’s hand can hit him, he dodges it by simply running. ULTRON opens the door to his right and flies out of the train. Leaving Wanda and Steve in the train section.
“I lost him!” Steve shouts as he runs though the other sections of the train, passing scared people on his way “He’s headed your way!”
He reaches the dome where all kinds of lights keep turning on and off and the blaring of the alarm can be heard. The front of the dorm is missing, glass shards and metal parts of the train laying around the female conductor, who is laying dead against the driving device. The train almost reached the end of the track and Cap notices it.
“Nat, we gotta go” Clint says as she cuts the last belt and the cradle rolls out of the flying truck. Before that, Natasha was able to put a bomb on the wall behind her, leaving her 9 seconds to get out.
The Cradle plus Natasha land on the ramp of the jet but before Nat could stand on her feet again, ULTRON grabs her by her ankle and pulls her away. The truck explodes in the background and Clint yells after her. The train has no driver so it drives uncontrollably, crashing into the wooden barrier.
“Cap, you see Nat?” Clint asks worriedly from his seat in the jet
“If you have the package, get it to Stark! GO!” Steve commands
“Do you have eyes on Nat?” Clint asks again, turning his head again and again, trying to spot his best friend
“GO!” Cap yells and Clint does
“Damn it” He mutters angrily to himself
“Civilians in our path” Cap yells, pointing to the people who will be dead if they won’t do anything now
Pietro runs off and starts pulling and pushing the people out of the way.
Cap turns to look at the second enhanced and asks “Can you stop this thing?”
The train continues screeching and driving without tracks through a building, hitting everything in its way. The people inside the train are screaming and fearing for their lives. Wanda starts using her power to stop the wheels but it only slows it down not stopping it. Pietro is still busy with getting the people in safety until Wanda is finally able to stop it. Dust forms around the destroyed train, the ground under it is destroyed but the train stopped, thanks to Wanda.
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Ben is coming back tomorrow, that means, I only have to survive today- Thursday- and wait for Anna and Sophia to come back on Sunday.
I sigh and get on my feet, pick out the outfit for today and change into it. I walk into the bathroom and get ready. I brush my brown soft hair and pull it into a bun, I take a few strands of hair out and brush my teeth. I walk out of the bedroom but not before grabbing my green chucks which match my green T-shirt. I continue with my usual routine, go to the cafeteria. I see Ms. Whitlock, Mr. Wisener and Mrs. Roberts, sitting at the table in the middle of the room, eating breakfast. Ms.Whitlock spots me and gives me a smile, probably proud that I’m always on time now. I smile back and grab an apple but instead of sitting down at my usual table I walk back out and head towards school. I don’t have anything better to do so I walk instead of taking the bus today. My feet touch the concrete stairs of the orphanages entrance ten steps later my feet touch the walkway, then the meadow. I walk and walk, taking everything in as the music floats my ears.
I arrive at school, teacher and students head to their classes. I walk to my locker and grab my stuff for english.
“For those of you who have not finished the final chapter of Huckleberry Finn, you may use this time to do so. For those of you who have, you can start on your essay now. Whichever task you choose, do it silently” The teacher explains
I start to write the essay. It’s boooring. If Ben would be here, he would definitely say something funny. But he isn’t so I’m here, alone, writing my essay. I’m not as good in writing as in drawing, that’s why my papers are always covered in funny little sketches. The teachers don’t really like it but I do. I hope that I can finish my essay before the bell rings. I don’t want any homework. No. No one does. I’m smart, but not too smart. I’m good at physics, science and biology. And math, because you obviously need it for the three above. But out of all the subjects, art is my absolute favorite.
I actually finished before the bell, I’m proud of myself. It's not that good, but it’s enough. I walk out of the room, reach my locker, put the English books away and grab the math books for my second class.
“Let’s look at some examples” Mr. Caddle starts
“So, let’s say I’m looking at a recipe for some type of baked goods. Maybe it’s some type of pancakes. I’ve been making a lot of those lately, and we know for a certain number of eggs how many cups of milk we need. So we have number of eggs- Ashley, tell us a number please” Mr. Caddle requests Ashley, the girl on the very left of the room.
"Three" Ashley answers
“And then we also going to have cups of milk” He says, writing both down on the board “And in this recipe, we know that if we are going to use one egg, then we would use two cups of milk. Now that Ashley needs three eggs, we have to use six cups of milk” He explains and the chart he drew now slowly fills with different numbers “So is this a proportional relationship, where the two variables are the cups of milk and the number of eggs?” He asks the class
“Mike” Mr. Caddle calls
“Yes, it is” Mike answers
“Well, to test that we have to think about the ratio between these two variables. And you can say the ratio of the number of eggs to the cups of milk or the ratio of the cups of milk to the number of eggs. But you just need to ensure that they are always equivalent in these scenarios.” He explains “Can someone tell me what the different scenarios are?” He asks and a lot of students raise their hands but his eyes land on me
“Maven” He says and I sigh
“The first scenario is one egg for two cups of milk. The second scenario is three to six and the third one is twelve to twenty-four” I answer
“Was Mike right and these are equivalent ratios? And why?” He asks me
“Well, to go from one to three, you multiply by three, and we also, to go from 2 to six, you multiply by three. So it’s both multiplied by three. And if you multiply the number of eggs by four, and the cups of milk by four as well, then these indeed are equivalent ratios. In every scenario you have twice as much cups of milk as you have number of eggs, so this is proportional.” I answer
“Very well, Miss. Collins. As always” He states and goes on with his class
Told you, I’m smart. Well, not as smart as Tony Stark or Bruce Banner but I am definitely one of the smart kids who’s attending this school. Not to brag, though.
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FanfictionMaven. Maven Collins, that's me. A normal 13 year old girl with the ability to see your future, your destiny. Maven is forced to confront her past and future. She knows things that no one should do, will she do the right thing? Or will she ignore it...
