Hello everyone! This is my first dip into the avenger's fandom. I would just like to say that I am coming back from a yearlong break and have deleted my stories; due to wanting to start fresh, I am looking for a beta at the moment, so if you have any questions about that please PM me. Well I hope you enjoy the story! Please give me feedback good or bad; as long as it's respectful I don't care.

Summary: Kat Evans is just a scared 15 year old girl wanting nothing more than to escape her life at the unground, or the T.U.G. but she doesn't know how. She has been beaten into submission for too long and now this is all she knows; but what happened when out in the field she is caught by two S.H.E.I.L.D. agents by the names of Clint and Natasha? Oh things are about to get interesting.

Update: 2/12/16 I fixed some minor grammar mistakes and spelling. If you find anything else just let me know!

"Good job Agent Evans!" My boss Mr. Vaughan praised as he gazed at me with his beady mouse looking eyes; that popped out due to his thinning black hair. "Exceptional work," He continued, "but then again, coming from you I expected nothing less."

"Thank you, sir. It was my pleasure, sir." I said robotically with a cold expression.

"Good, good." He mumbled to himself. "Report back here tomorrow at 10 a.m. to receive your next assignment." He ordered, "Until then, you are dismissed." He finished with a pleased smile; showing his gold tooth.

"Thank you, sir." I said again with a slight nod, then turning around I strode out of the room and down the bleak gray halls, my boots making slight clacks again the concrete floor. I took a left turn down a small dim hallway and arrived at my quarters. I opened the metal door with peeling navy blue paint on it and emerged into my small room. It had gray walls like the hall way, and concrete floors like the hallway, but over in the corner was a small little bed; with army green blankets and an old beat up pillow. In the corner opposite to that was a little wooden dresser. In the corner across from the bed was a small, dirty, white sink; with a mirror above it. A crack was in the lower right corner of the mirror and it was coved in a thin layer of dirt and grime; that no matter how many times I cleaned it off, always came back by the end of the day.

Stuck in the upper right corner of the mirror was a faded photograph, worn around the edges. In the photo there was a man grinning; He had raven black hair and sea blue eyes with black rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. He is wearing a brown sweater vest over a white dress shirt and a red tie. He was looking up at a small girl on his shoulders with a huge smile. The little girl had shiny, shoulder length, auburn hair and sea blue eyes. She had porcelain skin and was wearing a blue dress, with little black dress shoes. Next to the man and little girl was a small woman; with short brown hair and a soft looking face. She was smiling fondly at the pair next to her. She was wearing a short sleeved violent dress shirt and black dress pants. She too had a big smile on her face.

I pull my gaze away from the old photo, trying to ignore the tight knot forming in my stomach. Instead I look at my reflection. I still have my auburn hair, though its much longer now and my eyes are still blue, but they are lifeless and cold looking. My skin is as pale as ever, but there are specks of crimson on my face. I look down at my hands and they took are covered in red. No doubt it's from my last mission. I quickly turn the cold water knob on the sink and began washing the crimson from my hands, and then I splash water on my face, ridding it too of the sticky substance. The cool water on my face refreshes me slightly, preparing me for another sleepless night. I turn off the water and look down again to see my hands slightly shaking. I ball them into fist, looking in the mirror then at the photo again.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper, looking at the occupants of the photos smiling faces. "I never wanted this," I continued, "But they broke me." I said taking a shaky breath, molding my face into a cold blank expression that I had mastered over the years. I then focused my sights back on myself in the mirror. "I just hope one day, you can forgive me for what I've done."

Read and review.