Orphan S.H.I.E.L.D agent

Part 1

Spending a day at S.H.I.E.L.D base is anything but ordinary. People always running around, yelling orders. Most people would think that you get to see a couple of avengers every day right? Well there wrong. You're lucky to see a picture of one in a lifetime. And most people would think that being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent is cool right? Going on cool missions, firing off awesome weapons, hanging with important people, well they're also wrong. I mean, at least for me. I'm a trainee and I am not important. What a trainee does is walk around the halls all day and let anyone who has a higher ranking than them tell them what to do. It's literally all we do. And yes, sometimes an avenger or Nick Fury will tell you to do something. It's usually Tony Stark or Bruce banner, but thats like 1 in 1 billion. And plus, they both have assistants. But if there assistant was busy, they'd have to ask the trainees, because if you're anywhere higher than a trainee, you have something important to do. Unlike me. All I do every single day is get people coffee and papers from a printer. But it's not all bad. I mean, people can talk with friends, explore the ship, go to Starbucks, hang in their dorms, It's great when you have friends! And lucky for me I... Have No Friends. Zero. Nada. Null. Absolutely none. I honestly don't really mind it though; my headphones keep me company. Until this one girl who was about 19 or so joined. She sat by herself at every meal, but over the course of a week she inched closer and closer to me. Eventually she was practically sitting next to me. On Friday at lunch, she turned to me and stuck out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Clara." I wanted to smile, But I didn't. Don't ask me why. So I shook her hand.
"Avang- Ava". I've always struggled saying my full name. Not because I have a disorder or anything but I always just end up saying Ava. It's easier and smaller than "Avangaline". She smiled sweetly and continued talking which is something I was really hoping she wouldn't do. Because I knew the exact first question she would ask.
"How old are you?" Called it. I sighed.
"15." She looked surprised. Like every other person I've ever talked to on this ship.
"Whoa. You're pretty young. Don't you have to be-"
"18? yeah I know, I live here, I'm not just here because I wanted to be here, I'm here against my own will".
"Oh." I bet I can guess what her second question will be,
"Why do you live here?" Boom. I've pretty much memorized all the questions people ask me.
"Because my parents we're really important to S.H.I.E.L.D and they died so I didn't have anyone to move in with so now I'm here." and last but not least, the big number 3. This is always the question that changes their opinion about me.
"Who were your parents?" I sighed in my mind cause I hated this question. I try to mumble the answer but I just end up saying it.
"Lucas and Edith Marigold." That's when her eyes got big.
"Your parents are Lucas and Edith marigold? Whoa! That is so cool!" I sighed out loud.
"I guess so...". She smiled brightly.
"So what happened to your parents?" I looked up at her and she looked immediately uncomfortable. "Sorry! It's probably really personal!" I looked back at my plate and shrugged.
"Not really... my parents and I weren't that close." Now she looked really uncomfortable.
"Oh. I'm sorry". I shrugged again.
"Doesn't bother me. They've been gone for 4 years."
"How long have you been here?" I laughed.
"Not four years. That's for sure." She shifted.
"So how long...?"
"About a month."
"Where were you before?"
"A rich guy's house. I thought for sure he was gonna adopt me. Found out that I can't really trust rich people. They're nice at first and than disappear for a month. Next thing you know you're living on a freaking plane the size of New York."
"Huh. So big change of lifestyle?" she added.
"I guess...". We both sat in silence, which didn't bother me at all, but it seemed to bother her a whole lot, because we didn't go five minutes without talking. She kept asking me things about my parents, my life, everything she could think of for this situation not to be awkward. Eventually Coulson called us all to go to work, so I expected her to go a different way but instead she followed me.
"I hope you don't mind... I just don't have anyone to 'stick by' You know?"
"Yea. I know. It's no problem, maybe it'll be funner with a friend." Clara smiled as we walked down the hallway. We wandered the hallways until we went back to my room for a half hour or so. She was mesmerized by it. Since I live here, I get my own room, so I don't have to stay in those crappy dorms everyone else stays in. While we were wandering the hallways, a woman in a black pencil skirt and white work shirt stopped me. This wasn't surprising though. Our bright red name badges made it kind of obvious that we were trainees. She looked at me through her silver lined sunglasses.
"Are you a trainee?" I nodded.
"I need you to do something for me." She handed me a small sticky note with scribbles all over it and some words I could read. At first I thought this was some important mission, but I was very wrong. "I need you to get a coffee". Oh. Well there goes my excitement. "For Mr. Stark". And it's back! I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. I tried to get out words, but my mouth stayed shut. "Just go to Starbucks, hand the lady this and go to his lab, he'll be there. Get yourself something" She tossed me 40$ and sashayed away. I tried to say thank you, but I just nodded. After she left Clara stared at me.
"Oh my gosh! Ava!" I was so excited. But I had to hurry.
"I know right? Oh! I gotta go! I'll meet back up with you later!" Clara waved to me, smiling as I ran down the hallway. My heart was racing with excitement. I've only been here for a month and I'm already delivering a coffee for Tony stark! I saw the Starbucks and walked to the front counter. A girl with bushy black hair and dark skin smiled sweetly at me.
"What can I get for you hon?" I tried to answer, but I couldn't. I only stared at the paper. Is this seriously Tony Stark's handwriting? I muttered something unlegible, she didn't hear me, but she saw the sticky note and grabbed it out of my hands. "Mhm. Ok... And would you like anything?" I stuttered for a moment, but I finally spoke.
"Double chocolate chip frappuccino, grande, please" She smiled and started working behind the counter. Shocked, by what she had just done, I Idiotically tried to make small talk.
"So... Uh... You can read that?" She nodded, without looking at me. "How?" After she mixed his drink she put it in a heater and looked up at me.
"He comes almost every night. I've practically memorized this," she said waving around the sticky note. "Took me awhile in the beginning. But I figured it out." She winked at me and looked back down at the counter and began to make my frappuccino.
"You've really met Tony Stark?"
"Yep. And I'm assuming you're about to." I shrugged.
"I don't know... He'll probably just want his coffee and I'll be on my way."
"You never know what he's gonna do." I chuckled nervously. She handed me both of the drinks, I handed her the 40 dollars and told her to keep the change. She smiled and waved as I left.

I walked down the hallway with a nervous pit in my stomach. I was really nervous, but I tried not to be. I tried to be chill with it, saying Hi and bobbing my head towards all the important agents. I walked towards his door and sighed heavily. Ok... You can do this... I almost sat my hand on the doorknob until I realized that I was holding my frappuccino. "Oh." I sat my frappuccino on top of the door frame and opened the door. I walked into a dark room with one bright spot towards the center of the room. Sparks we're flying as Mr. Stark worked on... something. I quietly shut the door and stepped towards him. Before I took my second step, he spoke, scaring me half to death.
"Samantha?" He asked without looking at me. Without knowing who Samantha is, I answered anyway as I hastily spat my words out.
"Um... No. Samantha was busy. I'm a trainee." Without looking he spoke again.
"Do you have my coffee?" I looked at his coffee, as if something magical would happen and it might've disappeared from my hands.
"Y-yeah."
"Thanks. Just set it down." I sat the coffee down on the nearest surface next to me and almost stepped out. Before I got to the door he spoke again. "What's your name?" I stuttered, like an idiot, and tried to say my name.
"Avan- A-" I sighed. "Ava." He stood up and took off his goggles and looked at me. And let me tell you, this guy, was fine. He was wearing a tank top and had dirty smudges all over him. He looked at me strangely.
"Thanks. Ava." I smiled nervously.
"You're welcome Mr. Tark." He was turning around, but he stopped when I said "Tark". I turned red. "STARK! I'm so sorry! Stark! You're welcome... Mr. Stark." The moment I finished Stark I bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut. I slid against the door and hit myself on the head. "Idiot! What does tark even mean? Stupid stupid stupid!" I looked up and remembered my frappuccino and quickly grabbed it before I ran down the hallway just before Mr. Stark could come out and wonder why I was still outside acting like a complete idiot.