Adopted By Fate |Avengers Fanfiction|

It's Never Gonna Happen

Aviana's POV-

I sighed as I cleaned the last window of the giant orphanage. I could hear the Head Mistress yelling at some girls for goofing off during their chores, I was just happy I wasn't the one being yelled at.

I threw the dirty rag into the bucket of soapy water, "Finally. Some free time.."

I picked up the bucket, it was slightly heavy from all the water, but I was used to it. I walked the short distance to the cleaning supplies and set the bucket down. I could hear footsteps walking up behind me, I slowly turned around.

"Hello Head Mistress, lovely day isn't it?" I flashed a smile, trying to make it seem like I wasn't about to jump out of my skin.

"It is indeed Ana, a perfect day for cleaning," the Head Mistress smirked, "Ana we have some visitors coming later and since you're the oldest, you make sure everyone is cleaned up, okay?"

I knew what that meant, someone coming to adopt. I smiled and nodded, I knew it wouldn't be me, I'm the oldest one here, they always go for the little kids. I turned around and walked out, smiling as I collected some of the younger kids.

My eyes glistened when I saw Millie running towards me, "Hi cutie!" I picked her up and placed her on my hip.

We walked down to the bedrooms together, "Millie what are you going to wear?"

"My hello kitty shirt!" She clapped her hands.

I slipped on her hello kitty shirt with some cute jean pants, then I slipped on her hello kitty shoes that she loves so much. I combed her hair and put it in two pigtails, "Perfect cutie!"

Millie smiled and ran out to find her friends, I began to get ready myself.

I slipped my dirty cleaning clothes off and took a nice warm shower, after which I slipped into my pink t-shirt dress. I slipped on my white flats and walked to the bathroom to do my long golden blonde hair. I dried it, and lightly curled it. After I finished I put on a thin white headband and my small silver owl necklace.

I smiled at my reflection and made my way to the common area where everyone was gathered. I sat next to Millie, gripping her small hand.

"When they get here I expect you all to be on your best behavior. Line up youngest to oldest on the yellow line, they should be here any second." The Head Mistress was giving us the talk like she did every single time someone came, man, I've gone through this so many times.

Maybe... Just maybe... Today would be my day.

Clint's POV-

Natasha and I have been thinking about adopting a child for a while now, we finally decided to go for it. We are looking for the perfect one... We'd been to 4 different orphanages so far.

"Springhill Orphanage? What kind of name is that?" I laughed. We were in Washington D.C. right now, hoping to find the perfect one.

"Well maybe they have a spring on a hill," Natasha muttered.

Natasha smiled as I drove up to the orphanage, this one was huge! I wonder how many kids stayed in here.

We hopped out of the car and held hands as we walked up the steps and rang the bell. A tall lady opened the door, she had a black bob and was wearing some fancy clothes.

"You must be the Barton's! Come on in, the kids are already lined up for by age," she smiled sweetly.

We walked inside, it smelled strongly of lemon cleaner. We walked the short distance to an empty room, all that was in the room was a long yellow line, which kids were standing on. Boys and girls of all different shapes and sizes.

"The ages range from 3-12, we also have a couple newborns in the nursery."

Natasha and I walked down the line, looking at each kid intently. None of them really caught my eye, besides the one at the very end. She was shorter than a lot of the kids, but she must be the oldest. Her eyes stood out the must, they were giant and amber.

I glanced at Natasha, seeing that she was glancing at her too.

"My wife and I would love to talk to a couple of them, if that would be alright," I glanced to the older lady.

"Of course! Let me know who you would like to chat with," the older lady flashed a smile.

Natasha and I walked out of the room for a minute to talk about things, I knew who I wanted.

"The girl on the end," we stated at the same time.

Natasha giggled and I smirked, we always seemed to agree.

"Let's also try a few others, how about the boy in the middle with the blonde curly hair?"

We continued to discuss and we decided on six kids to interview.

"Let's do this."

Aviana's POV-

The Head Mistress went to talk to them for a minute, so she could know who they wanted to interview. I had a slight feeling of hope for some unknown reason, there's about 45 kids here and I don't have much of a chance.

The Head Mistress walked in, looking like normal, but she knows something that may change my life.

"If I call your name, please come with me," she explained.

I sucked in my breath, I only got a interview once in my whole life, then I was declined.

"Rose, Lillian, Jack, Aviana--" wait did she just say Aviana-- ",Chang, and Millie."

I gasped, she just said my name.

The kids chosen went over to the Head Mistress, all the other kids went back to their rooms on defeat.

I went over to the group with the Head Mistress and grabbed Millie's hand, she'd probably be picked and she was my only friend.
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The two visitors were in a separate room, talking to Jack, I was next.

I played with my hands nervously, I was honestly scared.

Jack came out, looking satisfied.

"Ana, you're up," The Head Mistress smiled warmly at me.

I nodded and got up, walking into the room. The pair of two smiled at me.

"H-Hello..." I cursed my stumble.

"Hi! What's your name?" The man with the dirty blonde hair asked me.

"I'm Aviana, but everyone calls me Ana."

The lady with the fire orange hair smiled, "What do you like to do?"

I pondered that, I only cleaned around here, "I guess I like to do archery, it helps with stress. I also like to draw and do gymnastics."

"I'm a very good cleaner," I added the last part, smirking.

I was surprised with how happy they seemed with my response.

"How long have you been here?"

"Well umm, my mother died when I was 4 and my dad got arrested for abuse when I was 7," I pursed my lips, "I've been here ever since."

They continued to ask me various questions, if I knew the avengers, if I liked certain foods, if I liked big crowds... I answered them all honestly.

"Thank you Ana!" The man smiled and I walked out of the room.

That didn't go as bad I thought it would.