I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry.

I know what it feels like when a story isn't updated, so I'll try to update more often! I've just been coping with school and not having any of my friend in the same class, and yeah, life kinda sucks…

Also, I noticed that there's a couple of readers from my home country, so hey to all of ya Koreans.

There's not going to be any main characters from other fandoms, but mentions like; (there was a black haired, gothic looking boy staring at them weirdly from the opposite street. Magnus decided to ignore him. The next second, he was gone.) or ("there's this agent called Alfred, and he's a bit of a joker. I thought of pairing him with you, but nah- I think Hawkeye's better at helping you adapt.").

So, none of the characters (well except for a few minor ones) are mine, and I only own part of the storyline!

BTW, just skip the rest of the ANs if you do not want to read about the life of a teenage girl.

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I blinked in confusion.

"But I've done literally nothing!" I said in protest. "I mean, yeah maybe the casual homeless begging, but the last time I checked, that wasn't illegal!"

The director- Nick, smirked at me. I did not like his smirk.

"I'm sorry, Magnus, but you are, in fact, charged as a suspect for the murder of Natalie Chase."

Something was absurdly wrong with this man. I may not be my cousin Annabeth, but I could tell that whatever S.H.I.E.L.D. was, I didn't want to get in the middle of it. I gaped at the one eyed man.

"Seriously? The police officers never said anything about that!"

There! That grim expression again!

"So, Magnus. Will you join us, or be thrown in jail for a while?"

"I don't even effing know what this shield thingy is!"

"That can't be helped. Government secrets."

I froze for a second.

I hated my situation. I couldn't choose either of the options, because for one, I didn't know what kind of work S.H.I.E.L.D. did, and two; my uncle was out to find me. Just the other day I'd seen flyers with my 16 year old pictures on them. Thankfully, I looked nothing like I'd been then- awkward, scrawny, tiny- but he'd know the first moment he sees me. For all I know, this organization might be the exact same one he's in.

But then again, his best friend was a local cop. He'd probably be alerted the moment he sees me.

Not a pretty ideal situation for me to be in.

I sighed in defeat.

"Alright, I'll sign the papers. You do know that I'm not of legal age though, right?"

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be placed in one of our specialized programs."

Nick extended his hand. I shook it, warily glancing at his eye patch- wondering if that had anything to do with the job description. The man opposite of me gave me the sinister eye.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Magnus- an operational intelligence agency designed to protect Earth, and mainly America. You've just signed up to be one of our agents."

An agent?

Oh crap.

… I probably selected the wrong option.

I groaned internally, letting my tangled blond hair curtain my face.

"I'm going to die, won't I?"

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Moments later, I wasn't expecting to be in Tony Stark's car, driving out to get lunch. I mean, It was Tony Stark, billionaire and technological genius. The dude who made Iron Man. Holy bananas.

I wiggled uncomfortably in my seat.

"So, kid, where do you want to eat?"

"Um…"

I glanced out the car window. The driver, Tony Stark's bodyguard(probably) asked for a place name.

"Shawarma palace." Tony said.

"Fadlan's falafel.", I said at the same time.

We gave each other a look, though I was pretty sure mine meant whoa, dude, while Tony's meant the hell, kid?

Happy (what kind of name is that) gave us a little smile. Then he pulled up into a pizzeria driveway, shaking his head. "Shawarma Palace is undergoing construction, sir, and I don't know about the falafel place. Would pizza be fine with you two?"

Tony and I groaned simultaneously.

"Alright, I guess I can live a day without shawarma." Tony muttered. I rolled my eyes- internally, of course- I didn't want to be throttled by the bear-like bodyguard.

We made our way into the pizzeria.

It was a quite large, old pizzeria, and there were kids everywhere. Like really everywhere. Animatronic suits (which creeped me out) were moving around, the kids following behind them in gaggles. One particularly menacing duck waddled around, bumping into the tables.

"Welcome to Fazbear's Pizzeria!" a man at the counter said jovially, grinning at us. "What could I get for you?"

Tony Stark seemed to frown at the mess the pizzeria was in, so I ordered.

"A cheese pizza please."

"A cheese pizza? No way." Stark said. "Pepperoni."

The counter man seemed to recognize Stark just then, and his eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Al, Alright, sir."

I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything. Gods, the dude could be pretty scary when he had the Iron Man Suit. Didn't want to bump into that.

When we had the pizza and settled down in one of the corner seats the counter man had made for us, I dug into the pizza, starving since I hadn't had anything for a couple days. Tony Stark watched me gobble up the slices as he ate. He had an awed expression on his face.

"Kid, you eat a lot." He stated, eyebrows raised.

I shrugged, to busy eating to reply.

"So," he started. "Fury's sending an agent over to the tower. Think he's supposed to give you the basics. You know, schedules and stuff."

I nearly choked on my coke. And choking on coke isn't exactly the best sensation.

"What?" I coughed out, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.

"Ah, the normal routine. There was this agent called Alfred- blonde, kind of stereotypical Americal- and he's a bit of a joker. I wanted to pair him up with you, but Fury likes Hawkeye better."

"Um…"

"No need to tense up, kid. No need."

When we finished up the meal and headed back to the car, Stark warned me about touching the car with my 'greasy hands'. I secretly stuck out my tongue.

We were well on the way to Stark Tower when I kind of dozed off.

And that's where I had the weird dream again.

Monsters, goats, giant squirrels, a woman who looked like the female version of my dad, a scary but handsome red dude, and a girl with some kind of invisible veil flashed through my head.

Absurdly confusing, but somehow sweet.

I wished I had that dream life.

When I woke up again, my head ached.

I dizzily looked around, and Happy, the large man, was holding the car door open for me.

"Thanks," I grunted.

I hauled myself out of the car, Tony Stark already out and talking to a neat looking woman.

The Tower loomed above, around, and in front of me.

I was in Tony Stark's Tower.

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HELLO

I'M REALLY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG

DIDN'T MEAN TO TAKE FOUR MONTHS… NOT FIVE MONTHS TO UPDATE!

SrrY…

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