Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

1; PYROKINESIS AND CYROKINESIS

All right Amelia, you can do this.

I thought this to myself as I faced the cans that stood 50 yards away from me. I am now fourteen years old, still training and heightening the potential and accuracy of my pyrokinesis and cyrokinesis abilities. I decided to hit the can with fire, so flames sparked up from my hands. I raised my hand up, aimed, and shot the fire ball from my hand to the can. With the can melting by the flames, not really melting but the metal is after all made of the aluminum alloy therefore giving it the physical characteristic of malleability , I broke into: "YES! Mom, did you see that? Oh yes, I just shot it like 60 yards away!"

My mother looked at me with a sense a pride and showed a smile. "Honey, its just 50 yards," she corrected me. "Now, try it with ice."  I nod at her suggestion.

I nodded and faced the next can. With both of my hands, I created a mixture of snow and ice floating inbetween. Again, I raised my hands up, aimed, and shot a beam of snow and ice to the can. I ended up being successful.  The snowball mixture hit the can with a faint and distant clang, square in its aluminum face.

I looked back at my mom, whose smile grew larger and prouder. Never have I thought that I was successful in shooting fire and ice from a distance as long as a football field, where I actually am. And finally, my reward, the answers to everything I've always wanted to know about my family's abilities. I have waited four long years just for this moment.

That target practice was the last portion of training today. Earlier where some jiu-jitsu and training with the muk yan jong (the "wooden man post" dummy) in order for honing of several skills and reflexes.  And I always looked forward on watching my improvements unfold before me and my adjudicator; aka my mom.

"Alright, you earn it. Let's go back home and I'll tell you everything," she started walking away as I ran towards her.

"Hey mom," I asked as I hugged her tightly, "thanks for training me." She smiled, "No problem, sweet cakes."

Now fourteen, I have waited for three years just to train and finally my mother is telling me everything about her abilities, my dad's and who Nick Fury is. I've only met the eye-patch-burdened guy once; and that was when the biggest discovery about almost ruined my tenth birthday.  But as for right now, it's just no biggie. I grew accommodated about it throughout the years.

As we arrived home, I  we headed to the dining room, "Alright, first things first," she brought out my laptop, lingering on a dining chair, hidden.  Oh great, she probably knows.

"AMELIA ELNORA VALE HAVE YOU BEEN HACKING IN MY BANK ACCOUNT, REMOVING PAPER TRAILS, AND STEALING MONEY FROM OUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT?!" my mother yelled at me. There was this long pause and clearly her face is filled with disappointment and she's very mad, mad with fire sparking at the tips of her hair. I slowly nodded, "Mom, do you need water or ice?"  I tried asking with a kinda funny gesture.  Heh...

Then, I tried... Explaining.  But-- "Amelia, why are you stealing-" I interrupted her. "Look mom, I am withdrawing and saving so I could go to medicine school, just in case I didn't get the chance to receive a scholarship-- or-or either way--"

"Why are you thinking about this right now? Amelia, you have these abilities, do martial arts, probably even swimming or- or gymnastics and probably some track and field and be able to hack a computer. How could you not have a scholarship? Just training at the dojo, you could do any sport you want, and you could get a scholarship. Just exploring the world of technology and engineering, not computer hacking, you could get a scholarship."  Mom rambled, with a hint of calmness, then anger, then disappointment, then many more that I couldn't describe...