The Avengers: Next Generation

Meeting Meghan (19)

(This chapter is dedicated to demigirl33 because without her this would not be possible.)

Zoës POV

"And I want caramel with my fries Steve."

Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I mumbled, "Clint that is nasty!"

Natasha smirked from the front seat. "He also eats peanut butter with his pineapple."

Gag me. That's nasty.

Steve just sighed. "That's nasty. Anything else?"

Clint paused before shaking his head 'no' and our blue S.H.I.E.L.D van pulled up to the tiny box thing that you do a to-go order from. "Welcome to McDonalds how may I help you?"

Steve sighed once again. "Can I get a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets, apples, fries and caramel packet?"

"Anything else?"

"Four waters and that'll be it." Steve whipped out his wallet. The chirpy voice instructed to go to the window to pay. Once we got up there, the lady working the window handed us the bag and waters. She stopped when Steve handed her a ten.

She froze. She didn't move. Steve handed her the ten. "Can you make change for that?" He asked.

Her face went pale. "Are.. are you...?"

Steve nodded. "You can keep the change." He then drove away. "Here ya go," he handed Clint his happy meal. Squealing in delight, Clint opened it up and acted like a six year old boy.

Natasha turned around and looked at me. "Would you mind switching seats with me Zoë, I'm kinda want to lay down."

"Yeah sure." With Steve driving smoothly across the highway, we switched so she was in the back, and I in the front. It was kind of weird for a minute, but then Steve eased the tension by turning the radio on.

"How much longer?" I asked.

Steve looked at his fancy GPS thing. "10 more miles. Then we can turn around and drive back."

I nodded and looked out the window. "Steve?"

"Yeah? What's up kiddo?" Kiddo, I haven't been called 'kiddo' in a long time.

"What happened to Coulsen, Fizt and Simmons?"

His face twitched a little, than he loosened his grip on the steering wheel. "There are some things that you don't need to know quite yet."

Not happy with my answer I squinted my eyes. "Am I not apart of the team?"

Steve looked at me and groaned. "Don't use that mentalism or whatever stuff on me. But if you want to know you have to keep it to yourself." He emphasized heavily that I should keep it to myself. I gave him my full attention.

"That guy that Coulsen brought in, he's bad news. He's a Hydra agent, Grant Wards his name I think. He used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but when S.H.I.E.L.D was hacked, he was in the middle of it."

I noticed that no one was talking. Natasha and Clint were both listening intently. Steve turned to the left onto a road leading to a place called, 'Parkland.'

"When Hydra hacked S.H.I.E.L.D, they got ahold of everything. So when Coulsen brought in Ward, he had something that Hydra didn't. He was going to be questioned-"

"But he got away somehow." I finished.

Steve nodded. "It's all going down hill kid. He's going to report back to Hydra, he might have planted mics or bombs somewhere... And if Coulsen goes after him..." he sighed. "It's just not good."

I looked out the window, we were driving in a suburban area, with lots of houses and cars. Then out of nowhere, a news van speeded past us.

"Uh, guys? Is that.." Clint trailed off, but we all knew what he was talking about. At the end of the street, a house was going up in flames. Water was shooting at the house but there was no firetruck in sight. There was only...

"Son of a gun..." Steve mumbled.

There, standing all by herself, was a girl about my age. She was putting the fire out with water, that was shooting from her hands.

"Is that-" I started.

"Yup. That's Meghan." Natasha whispered. "Things are about to get interesting."

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Pulling up to the end of the street with the burning house, we just awkwardly sat there for a minute before doing anything. It was amazing to watch. Meghan was putting out a fire with her hands. To cool.

She looked lost in concentration, with both her hands held out in front of her. The water coming from her hands, wasn't really coming from her hands though. If you looked closely enough, you could see a thin line of water running from the ground up her side to her hands. It was still amazing though.

"Zoë," Steve said. "You can make those bubble things right?"

Bubble things? Really Cap?

"Yes I can make 'bubble things' but I prefer the term force fields." Clint giggled from the back.

Steve shifted in his seat and then looked at me, waving his hands as he spoke. "I want you to go out there and put a bub-- force field around the house and suck all the oxygen from the fire. Also put these on," he finished handing me...

Ugh, those dark sunglasses. "Do I have to?" I whined. He glared at me. Getting the message, I stumbled through my words as I got out of the van. "You don't have to tell me twice Cap, no sir! I'm on my way with my sunglasses that block out the sun!"

"You have terrible sarcasm." Natasha added. Putting on my sunglasses I climbed out of the van and walked over to Meghan. I could see the swear beading at her forehead, and the motivation in her eyes. Standing next to her, I just stuttered, "need some help?" She looked at me then back at the house. I decided to take action, and lifting my hands up, a giant force field wrapped itself around the house and snuffed the fire out. We then stood there side by side.

"Would it have killed you to show up ten minutes ago?" I laughed and stuck out my hand.

"Zoë Lee. You're Meghan right?"

She nodded. "Meghan M'orzz." I then felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. It was Steve, and smiling he asked if her parents were home.

She had a look of befuddlement on her face. "No freakin way," she whispered.