Hacky Sack ~ An Avengers Story

One - Questions

AN: Hi, yes, okay. So this is my first avengers fic and when I asked you guys if you wanted one you said yes. I'm kinda iffy of the plot line so far but if you like this then I'll keep it going, okay? Okay, carry on. 

Also in this story there is both Vision and JARVIS simply because Jarvis is superior to FRIDAY

'Well shit' I thought to myself as I was greeted with a few familiar faces. 'I saw this coming'. In front of me stood not only Tony Stark, not only Natasha Romanoff, but Steve Rogers as well, all looking at me equally confused.

"This is the 'master hacker' that breached your database, Stark?" Steve chuckled, "She's what? A teenage girl?"

"I twenty-one thank you very much." I crossed my arms.

"Well however old you are, you've got some explaining to do." Tony stated firmly before glancing at my AD/DC shirt, "Oh, and nice top."

Okay, let me back it up a bit so you can fully understand my situation.

I wouldn't consider myself a weirdo... Well, okay, let me start over. I wouldn't consider myself a freak; to some, maybe. I just think that I'm... advanced? Enhanced. Yeah, that's the word. It's something I'd rather not tell people about because of the fear of them thinking I'm a freak.

Living on my own, it's not necessary to tell everyone every little thing about me or what I'm doing. I make it through life keeping my abilities to myself. What are my abilities you may ask? Well I wasn't exactly sure until I breached the Tin Man's database.

It was a bunch of science terms in which I had no fucking clue what they meant. Basically what I have figured out about my abilities is that I can absorb energy from any source and use it to my advantage. For example, if I extract it from a light bulb, I can redirect the light at any given target. If I extract it from a flame, I can throw the flame wherever I desire. In a sense, it's similar to Wanda Maximoff. Though she can create her own energy, while I obtain mine through other sources. But her's is restricted to her own energy while I can take from where ever. I wouldn't say I'm badass.... actually wait... yes, yes I would.

So in my scavenge for answers, I somehow stumbled across S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database *cough* totally intentional *cough*.

Anyways it wasn't Shield's base that I found my info, it was actually Tony's. Why does Tony have my files? I'll let you know when I ask him. But through Tony's rather secure (but not secure enough) database, I found as much as I could on me. There wasn't much, but there was enough.

And one click after another, I managed to read the files of other Avengers as well. I even managed Loki's as well, tee hee. Eventually they caught my laptop and shut me out.

After not being contacted about it, I thought I was in the clear. Obviously I'm not, seeing that four Avengers happen to be in my kitchen.

So allow me to get back to the story.

"How the hell did you get into my kitchen?" I asked, nonchalantly walking over to my pantry. Oopsie, I said a bad language word. Sorry Stevie.

"How the hell did you get into my database?" Tony fired back. I pointed my finger at him,

"Touché." Grabbing two slices of bread and peanut butter, I moved over to my fridge and got out the jelly.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked, eyeing my movements.

"Making a sandwich. What does it look like?" I asked as if it were obvious. They all looked at me curiously, "I had a long day then walk into my apartment to see the fucking Avengers in my god damn kitchen. I think I deserve something to eat."

"Fair." Stark shrugged.

"Anyone want one?" I offered before putting everything away.

"We're good, but we need to-" Steve began before Tony cut him off.

"Speak for yourself, Spangles. I'd love one." Tony replied graciously. I chuckled as I got out more bread.

"Really Stark?" Natasha questioned, a sassy hand on her hip.

"What?" He defended himself, "I'm hungry."

"The girl hacked into your database and stole information!"

"Then I bet she can make at least a decent sandwich."

I slid the plate across the table to Tony as he smiled like a child, "You cut it diagonally, just like mama used to."

"Are we even going to talk to her about why we're here? Or why she's acting so calmly?" Steve shook his head annoyed at Tony. The last part seemed more like a question to himself.

"Oh I already know why you guys are here. I'm just surprised you didn't get here sooner." I replied, sitting cross-legged on my counter.

"Well you did a pretty damn good job covering up your tracks." Natasha tried to hide the fact that she was impressed.

"Why thank you." I held a hand to my chest.

"But we're not here to praise you for your illegal doings. We're here to know how and why." Steve stepped back into the conversation.

"Well, it didn't take that much effort. Opened a few programs, wrote some code, yadda yadda." I motioned my hand around to emphasize it's simplicity to me.

"That doesn't tell us much." Natasha spoke up.

"Why don't you tell us why you broke in." Steve redirected me. Now this is the part I've been waiting for, and the reason I'm so relaxed about it.

"I assure you my motives are pure Capsicle. Just curious about what's been hidden from me my entire life."

"Explain." He raised a curious brow.

"Well it kinda sucks having special abilities and not knowing what they are, or why you have them, or how you got them in the first place." I played the hurt card as I inspected under my nails.

"What do you mean by 'special abilities'?" Natasha leaned forward, peaked by the two words.

"I guess you could call them super powers in the comic book world. I'm just a little upset that there's so much about me that I didn't know until I found them in your systems."

"Miss Andrews, what are you talking about." Steve asked, wanting me to stop stalling and get to the point.

"That's the first thing, that's not my last name. That's one of my alias'. Figures why you haven't put two and two together."

"Then what would your real last name be?" Tony asked, seemingly picking up on something.

"Evans." *If anyone makes a Chris Evans joke I'll carve out your eyeballs with a plastic teaspoon*

Tony's jaw dropped, "You're Cedar Evans?" He asked, getting up to walk over to me. He stopped right in front of where I was sat. His eyes scanned me momentarily with pure disbelief. "You've grown so much."

"Tony what aren't you telling us?" Steve joined his side, watching his moves carefully.

"I remember taking care of you when you were a little girl. How long ago was that? Like fifteen years ago?" Tony smiled,

"How would I know? My memory got replaced, remember?" I crossed my arms, salty that I had to live my life thinking I was a normal human being.

"Someone explain please." Natasha spoke up, her tone matching Steve's frustrated face.

"Where do I begin?"