The New Avenger

The Very Beginning

A girl with long black hair, pale skin, and green eyes sat staring out the window, gloomily.
"Jordan, time for dinner!" Her mother sang.
"Coming!" She groaned.
     A loud, thumping noise was heard as she stomped downstairs.
    Jordan and her mother ate dinner, no words or glances were exchanged. When they were done, her mother went back to watching the news, while Jordan was eating some ice cream. She heard her mom crying, and her mother explained that her father died while fighting against a secret group.
    Jordan found out the group's name was H.Y.D.R.A, and she wanted to get her revenge as soon as possible.Tomorrow she was graduating from high school, so she got plenty of rest.
    In the morning, after she took a shower, she slipped on a long, black dress that was cut at the ankles. Her long black hair was brushed, made to look soft and fluffy. Her green eyes were sparkling emeralds that day, and she had on a necklace made of sapphires.
     At the graduation ceremony she said this in her speech "As I look upon this room I see proud parents and siblings. These are hard times, but we will be able to get through it together. Just yesterday my father died protecting us, and I will not let that sacrifice go to waste. He was a good man, and a very good father. The people who killed him belong to a group called H.Y.D.R.A, and I hate them so much." She looked at her mother's crying, proud face shining up at her, oblivious to what she would say next. " I found a group who is working to stop them. Their name is S.H.I.E.L.D and they are looking for new recruits and that is why I have decided to work for them..."
    Her mother gasped at Jordan's statement. When Jordan walked into the car, ready to go back home and fill out applications for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Her mother yelled "No, I wont let you sacrifice yourself like your father!"
    "Mom, its my choice and I want to help protect and defend the world from them." replied Jordan, deadly calm.
    As they were driving home a man threw a bomb in the car, and Jordan ran out, as quick as possible.
    She tried to save her mother by pushing her out of the car. Her mother backed away with fear in her eyes, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Jordan tried to get out, but wasn't quick enough and ended up trapped in the car, going up in flames.
    By the time help arrived, her arm was wasted away, the smell of burning flesh and blood filling the air

       

——Time skip to Jordan in the hospital——

    Her mother was holding her remaining hand, stroking the back of it with her trembling thumb.
    "Ma'am. Your daughter is in a coma, there are little chances of her waking up." A male nurse put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
    "She has to wake up. I've already lost my husband, I can't lose her too." Her mother sobbed.
    The nurse gave a comforting smile and opened the door, "Ma'am, we have to get out, it is closing time."
    "Will my daughter be safe?"
    The man nodded "She will be safe, we will keep her safe until it's time."
    She got up and walked to the door. She turned around to gaze at her daughter one more time before going back home.

——Time skip to two years later——

     H.Y.D.R.A. kidnapped her that night. They designed and gave her a metal arm, to replace the one that burned to ashes.
    They tried to control her, make her a weapon, but she escaped and started living on the streets.
"Curse this stupid arm, it makes everything a whole lot damn harder." Jordan groaned.
     A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent walked up to her, and she got into a fighting stance.
"Relax Ma'am, I just want to ask you some questions and get you somewhere safe. My name is Phil Coulson."
    "That's what they all say." She snarled, defensively.
    "Just come with me, if you think we're going to hurt you, you can leave, no one can stop you. You can just kill whoever gets in your way." He persuaded.    
Jordan slowly put down her fists, and followed him.
    He got into a red levitating car and brought her to the S.HI.E.L.D. helicarrier.
"We found her." announced Phil.
"Take her to the interrogation room, there's something she'll want to see." replied an African American man.
"Alright, Fury. I'll take her there now." said Phil.
    Phil placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her to a room. He sat her down in the metal chair, across from the wooden chair on the other side of the table.