Bea P.O.V
I sit alone in the dark watching the colourful petals play around myself. They spin and tickle my skin, when they whizz past. I watch them explode and fall peacefully to the ground. I grow tired and look up to my ceiling which was now painted with a beautiful galaxy.
I'm 16 almost 17. I live on my own, in Queens. I have lived there for as long as I can remember. My one-bedroom apartment.
I have always loved art and nature from the day I was born. I loved to watching paint shows, the gallery's, art has been in my life forever. It has been an escape route. I have just left school. I always did great in my arty classes and science and maths. I was meant for school, but I didn't want to do collage, not even for art but I knew I needed to do something with it. so, I always go out onto the streets and paint there. Some say its vandalism, but I think that graffiti is just another form of art.
I was going to the avenger's base not the tower the one in the middle of nowhere. My mum and Nick Fury were best friends before she died in a house fire and I was left on the doorstep of my father's house. I mean as dad goes, he did really try and from the ages 4-15 he was amazing, but he died of cancer when she was 15. It has been just me and myself. Occasionally Nick Fury, sometimes Clint Barton. My dad and Clint use to work together at S.H.E.I.L.D. before he had to stop work and look after me. They were really close. Clint says that my dad was like his mentor. And I will always have Koda. My German Shepard. He is 2. He was badly treated, I found him on the street 1 ½ years ago. I named him after dad and I's favourite Disney character.
Right now, I can't sleep I'm too excited. I have already packed my bags. Which there wasn't much to take with me. And now I was making my final art piece in my small apartment. I eventually fall asleep.
Bang. That's the sound I wake up to. Looking to my alarm I see its 6am. "what the fuck." I whisper.
"Bea, you home." I recognise the voice. Clint.
"yeah just come in." I hear the door open and close. I slowly get up and get change. Pulling my long chestnut hair up into a high ponytail. I put on back jeans, a black laced crop top and an oversized forest green hoodie. Which says, 'yes I'm weird get over it'. I grab my bags from my room. I find Clint in black jeans and a green t-shirt a leather jacket. Leaving my room, I look at Clint and he hands me a crowbar. "why?" I ask.
"it's for the closet door". I turn around and see that the door sits there pleading to be taken with me. Numbers and my name and dads line the edges with colourful pencil marks. I smile at Koda as I break the door off. Clint laughs as I have so much fun trying to take it off. Together Clint and I pack my bags into him car. I put Koda in the front seat and smile at Clint. "drive safely" Clint says. I give him a 'yes mum' look. "I mean it Bea."
"Ok. Ok, I will. You too." I reply. He gets in and I jump onto my mother's motor bike, the one thing she left me.
Once we arrive at the avengers base parking in the underground car park. We grab all my stuff and head up. Once we get to my new room its bare cream walls are begging to have colour drenched on them. A double bed in the corner with a closet and desk and a little cubby room for my reading. An en-suit to my right. "I'll leave you to unpack. Just come find me once you are finished. Dinner is at 7."
"Yes Clint." He leaves the room. "Oh, and Clint thank you so much for helping."
"anytime." I smile at that. Once I finish with my room, with the help of my powers. I leave and explore the base. Well the floors I can get into. Sneaking out my room I put up my classic no entry sign. I walk the opposite way I came. I popped on my headphones and blared music into my ears. I put on my favourite playlist and let the music make a mental sphere of safety around myself. I walked from floor to floor occasionally passing another person. I have no idea how long I was walking for, but it only felt like seconds. I look at my phone and it was almost 7. Omg I have been walking for an hour. I think to myself. I turn around. Wait, where am I? "Excuse me." a strange but load voice says. I jump straight out my skin.
"OMG! Jeez a little warning next time." I say. I turn finding Thor.
"what are you doing here." he says.
"I'm sorry I was just exploring but I have gotten lost."
"Who are you? We don't allow outsiders in here."
"I'm not an outsider." I reply a little hurt. "I'm Bea."
"Bea?"
"didn't Nick say I was coming?
"Nick?"
"Fury."
"Ahh yes."
There is a little silent as he looks as me. "Uhh. Where is the kitchen.?"
"I will show you." Thor replies. He takes us through some halls and up a flight of stairs. Once we arrive at the kitchen, I see Clint and a smile crosses his face. I sit down next to Thor. Next to Thor around the corner Steve rogers sat. Clint next to him. Next sat Natasha Romanoff. Opposite them were Bucky Barnes, then Wanda holding Visions hand who sat next to her. Tony Stark and Sam Wilson stood in front of the stove opposite us. Petro sat on the counter with Bruce standing next him, behind Bucky and Wanda. Loki stood a bit farther away from the rest of us.
"Did you finish unpacking, Bea?"
"Yes, I did, thanks again Clint."
"we are very happy to have you here." he says.
I smile and say, "I'm happy to be here." Everyone's eyes linger a little longer on me and then they continue their chat. "I'm sorry to sound rude but may I eat this in my room?" I look around the room. My eyes land on Clint and him simply reply's with "of course." I take my stew and walk to my room. Once I get to my room I sit on the floor and eat my stew. After I finish, I play with Koda. Growing tired I fall asleep with Koda.
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Bea. (an Avengers fanfic)
FanfictionBea is 17. she loses her family over the years and the only person that helps her keep going is Nick Fury. After losing her father last year and Bea getting in trouble fury places with people, he knows can protect her. She goes to live in the avenge...