Hacker Girl

Avengers Tower. One of the most heavily secured buildings in the United States after Shield and the White House. Except, this building is protected by an advanced AI. So, unlike with Shield, US government buildings, and even Hydra, hacking into the tower was a bit of a challenge. However, I have yet to meet a firewall I can't pass, and that's where this story begins. Me, hacking into Avengers Tower, on a school bus.

"And...done," I muttered as I stare at my laptop, ignoring the rest of the bus.

"Really? Let me see!" my best friend, Peter Parker exclaimed, leaning over the back of my seat to get a better look at my computer. "You actually did it! You actually hacked into Tony Stark's system!"

Unfortunately for me, the entire bus heard Peter's shouting. And so, like any other bored group of 16 year olds, they crowded around me, trying to catch a glimpse of my laptop.

"Back off!" I shouted, glad we were on the one bus that didn't have a teacher. And that was only because the teachers knew that I could keep the rest of my class in line if I needed to. Otherwise, it would be very interesting to explain why I had hacked into Avengers Tower to the very adult whose job it was to make sure we followed the rules. And I'm pretty sure that breaking into Avengers Tower wasn't exactly legal. Or considered polite in any way.

"Yes, I hacked into Avengers Tower. Yes, I broke through Stark's security. No, you may not tell anyone else about this. If you do, I will know and I will make your life Hell. You got that?" I glared each and every one of them dead in the eye. 

"Yes Angel," they said in unison. Like I said, I could keep them in line if I needed to.

"Good. Now shoo. Go back to whatever it was that you were doing," I turned back to my computer and started digging around, trying to find, copy, and file all the information that I could.

"Where's your teacher?" the lady at the front desk asked as we walked up in a very organized group. I nudged MJ to do the talking, knowing that if I did, I, and everyone else by default, would get kicked out for being rude to employees and if anyone else did, we wouldn't make it in at all.

"Our class is the class that only has a guide for supervision," she said sweetly, turning on her charm.

"Okay Sweetie. Just let me call the guide down," the receptionist started talking to someone on the phone and handing out badges, but I ignored her, knowing that Peter would grab my badge for me, and I started digging through Stark's system on my phone. What can I say? I needed this information.

"Angel," Peter hissed at me. I looked up and saw that the guide was here. It was a man no older than 20, with soft brown hair and blue eyes. He looked like...No. Bad Angel. Don't think of him. You're never going to see him again. And even if you did, he'd never recognize you.

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my head. I turned off my phone just as one of the higher up interns walked past.

"Let's go Angel," Peter said, pulling on my elbow. I let him lead me on the tour, my eyes tracking every movement and corridor we passed. My mind automatically filled in the blanks, the information I didn't know off the top of my head. We passed Bruce Banner talking to an intern and Peter hesitated to go say high.

"Go on Parker, talk to him. I'll wait here, I promise," I told him, looking at him as sincerely as someone who was trained not to show emotions could. He hesitated again, but I shoved him lightly.

"Hey Bruce," Peter waved. I leaned against the wall, watching the interaction with calculating eyes.

"Hey Pete. What are you doing here?" Banner asked, obviously forgetting that Midtown had a field trip today.