Hi! I'm Scarlett Jackson and i'm the newest recruit to the team. In the writing i shall document my life with and as an Avenger. Consider it as a blog/diary thing(?).
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR SCARLETT JACKSON
Umm.... how do i start? oh, right, duh! I'm Scarlett Jackson, i'm 18, and i live with the avengers. Exciting, right? Until someone hides/eats Thor's poptarts... Sorry Thor. Now living with Avengers isn't always dramatic, unless you're Tony, then you just make everything dramatic. Oh who am i kidding there's always something going on. We're just one big dysfunctional family.
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We still love each other. Speaking of love, i've always wondered what it was like to be loved. I grew up on the streets of San Francisco. I was 15 when i was taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D. I was trained as an agent and went to school at the same time... homeschooling, obviously. Hehe. A week after, my 18th birthday, i was assigned to the avengers initiative to try and befriend Wanda, which obviously worked cause now we're practically joined at the hip. I'm slowly learning what love is. I couldn't imagine being apart of anything else.
I've now made it my own personal mission to befriend the Winter Soldier. This will definitely be a challenge that i'm willing to accept. Even Steve agreed, saying that i might have a better chance at making progress with him being that i know barely anything about his past and i'm a trustworthy person. My first encounter with Bucky went something like this:
I was walking down the hall, heading to the training room to take some lessons from Nat, now mind you i'm looking down at my phone, next thing i know im falling to the ground, that is until i felt someone grab my arms. I look up and see the one and only James Buchanan Barnes.
"Oh my god, sorry i wasnt paying attention to where i was walking and i didnt mean to run into you and thanks for catching me." i stuttered.
He simply nodded his head, as if to say "no problem". After a few seconds, he walked off, leaving me standing there, blushing profusely.
