You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

2. Standing Up For Yourself

Tove's P.O.V

I stood in front of the big house. My house.
I really didn't want to go in but I knew I would have to at some point.

I sighed and opened the door.

The house was very quiet, which was unusual. Usually it would be noisy. The cooks shouting, the housekeepers hoovers going, lots of noise and people. But there was nobody. I instantly knew why. I was fucked.

"There you are Tove." I looked up and saw my parents at the top of the grand staircase.

If you haven't noticed yet my parents were rich and owned very big businesses. The house I lived in was massive and the garden was 74 acres. I was brought up as a proper lady with manners and other stuff. We lived on the outskirts of London. And you know what else?

I hated every bit of it.

I never listened to my parents. Whilst they thought I was horse riding, I was actually learning how to fight. I could aim perfectly. They thought I could dance. The girls at school would gossip. My head was buried in a book or I was learning a new language.
Today was the final straw. I used to have perfect, long, blonde hair. But not half an hour ago, I got a pixie cut.

Another important note is that I have a younger sister who knew everything that I was actually doing. She promised to keep it a secret. But, the looks on my parents faces told me she had spilled everything.

"What on earth happened to your hair?" My mother exclaimed, very red in the face. She was incandescent with rage.

"...I got it cut." I said stating the obvious.

"And why on earth would you do that? It's not lady like at all. And what about all these other activities? What happened to your horse riding?" I was bombarded with questions. My parents walked down the stairs and ended up right on front of me.

"You know what. I'm sick of this. I'm not lady like. I'm not perfect. I hate this. I hate you. I don't care if your my parents. I don't want to take over the business. She can." I pointed at my sister. "I hate dresses. I prefer... this" I gestured to what I was wearing. Knee high black boots, black leggings and a black leather jacket with a white blouse underneath.

"Take the jacket off." My father said.

"No."

"TAKE IT OFF!" He screeched.

I slowly slipped of my jacket and realised why he wanted me to take it off. I dropped my jacket on the floor and they all gasped. I was wearing a shoulder holster. With a gun in it.

"So... where did those horse riding funds actually go?" My mother hissed.

"Um....kickboxing?" I said almost as a question.

"Why on earth would anyone want to do that type of... sport? It's not lady like at all. And since when did you have permission to do this?" My mother looked disgusted.

"I did it because I wanted to. And you know what, your opinion doesn't matter anymore! In case you didn't know I've got a ticket to America and I've signed up to be a S.H.I.E.L.D trainee. To get it through those thick skulls of yours: I'M LEAVING!" I screamed the last part because I was getting pissed of at this point.

I stormed past them and went to my room. I threw an overnight bag on my bed and filled it with clothes and toiletries. I also grabbed my laptop bag and got out my passport and ticket. I stormed down the stairs and saw my family standing in front of the door. I stopped. They looked very pale and angry. Not sad. Angry.

"You could have been rich, famous, like your ancestors." I could barely hear my mother say that.

"They aren't my heroes or role models. As a matter of fact Peggy Carter is. The one who created S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't want to be a business woman. You can all go fuck yourself. Now move out the way!" I was very close to slapping someone. "You gonna stay here?" I said looking at my sister.

"Traitor. You're not a McAllistar." she said

"Well then." I pushed past them and got in my car and headed to the airport.

4 Years Later

I was rushing down the hall. My lunch break was over 5 minutes ago and Hill will kill me if I'm late to my position. I turned the corner and ran straight into somebody.

"S-sorry. I'm in a rush an-" I looked up and realised who it was. "Stark!"

"Hey British" I rolled my eyes at the nickname. "What ya rushing about for?"

"My break ended 5 minutes ago and Maria is going to murder me if I'm late"

"Ah, she's not going to kill you. Your too adorable" I smiled. Then I noticed that all of they avengers were there. Banner was leaning on Thor looking a bit green.

"Hey. What are you all doing?"

"You know the Mafia tip we got a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, well, we investigated, fought and picked up a possible newbie. We're taking her to Fury now." Clint informed me. That's when I noticed a girl standing with Steve. She looked slightly pissed off. I nodded at her and she replied.

"Well I'd better let you get to Fury." I said.

"And we'd better let you get to Hill." Nat said. I walked off to the main bay on the Heli-Carrier.

Not two minutes after I had sat down I heard a voice over my ear piece.

"Agent Ash! Where the hell are you?" It was Fury.

"....I'm working in the bay. Why?"

"Did you not get the memo? You should be in my office." Memo? I flicked all the paper but I didn't see any memo.

"No sir, I didn't get the memo."

"I'm gonna kill the messenger guy." There was a short silence. "Well are you gonna get your ass down here or do I need someone to come get you?"

"I'm on my way sir." I told Hill where I was going and headed of to Fury's office. Then I remembered that the Avengers were there. I walked up to the door and knocked.

"WHAT?" Fury sounded happy....

"Um it's Agent Ash."

"Well come in then." I awkwardly opened the door and walked in. "I want you to give our new Agent a tour." He gestured to the girl I saw earlier on. I gestured to her to follow me. Then every single Avenger said:
"Have fun British."

"SERIOUSLY" I shouted as I walked out the door. A couple of hours later I had showed her the entire ship and told her about the battle of New York. All I'd managed to get out of her was her name was Willow and she was a year older than me.

"Che diavolo ci faccio qui?" (What the hell am I doing here?) She muttered under her breath.

"Iniziare di nuovo." (Starting over) I replied. She looked at me shocked and I just smirked.

"You speak Italian!"

"Speak a lot of languages." I smiled at her. "After I finish do you want to go for coffee?"

"Seriously?"

"I have nothing better to do."

"Um...sure."

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