The Artist and the Trickster

1. Moving In

Y/N POV.         

You look up at the Avengers Tower as the slick black SUV pulls to the curb. Your luggage was in the back, your whole life neatly packed into 4 suitcases. 

         A few months ago a member of STARK INDUSTRIES came to your house. It was summer and you had finished your gap year after graduating High School. You wanted to travel, explore the world, and maybe fine out who you were. Who you wanted to become.

      Unfortunately for you that year turned out to be more hectic than what you initially signed up for.

      You developed superpowers.

       Not necessarily uncommon for your generation, as it felt like more and more kids and young adults began getting them these days.

       Sure. It surprised you. I mean, who would think they themselves would develop something like that? Superpowers? Come on, that's like winning the lottery.

       Sure, it happened, but not to you.

       Well... until it did.

       The 'coolness' of the situation however died down relatively fast when you realized that your new found powers put a target on your back.

       Organizations you haven't even heard of were now after you. One of them being this little evil organization called Hydra.

       You managed to get away from them and back home after your world travels. After that scare you wanted nothing to do with superpowers or superheroes. It just wasn't for you.

      You planned to never tell anyone about your developed superpowers and to just go back to your normal life. With your normal family. You were going to go to college. Graduate. Get a job. And never speak of this ever again.

       That was your plan.

       Well...

       At least that was the plan until the STARK INDUSTRIES guy showed up.

        He explained that they had been monitoring the outbreak in superpowers with SHEILD. They were gathering intel, and offering internships, college scholarships, and even jobs to those they found.

       Depending on the power and age of the person they would get an offer to go with SHEILD or STARK INDUSTRIES.

     They could refuse, of course.

     But the offer was rather good. At least for you.

      Full ride scholarship, as long as it was in or near New York City. Field of study? Anything. It was up to you. Dorms and food paid for. And a part time job. With a little bit of money. Enough for one college kid who has everything else taken care of.

        The part time job, if you chose to accept the offer, wasn't negotiable. Actually the job was what they wanted you for.

        It wasn't a hard job. Just an average college kid job.

        Yours? To be someone who worked at one of Stark's many public buildings. The Avengers New York museum as someone who sold tickets at the front counter, to be specific.

       Oh, and the other part of your job was to do some lab tests to see how this new superpower was developing in the younger generations.

      Being a young woman wanting to start a life of her own you took the deal.

       And a semester into this scholarship/ part time job thing had been going well.

      The museum job was easy with lots of time during your shift to do homework. And the lab stuff was painless and simple.