Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my friend and I's fanfiction! If you are intersted in reading more before I update, you can find this story on fanfiction.net, under the name "ZeWriters".
Also, tbh, this first chapter is kinda a spoof. Watch out.
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      Rose was sitting upright in her bed, her deep chocolate hair resembling a bird's nest. She was quite groggy, as she had just been awoken from her slumber by the sound of her friend, California, going about her morning business.

    "Aren't you going to get up?" Callie asked, poking her head out from inside the bathroom. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun, and she had a toothbrush sticking out the side of her mouth. "It's almost time for breakfast. Becca's gonna get mad if you're late again."

    "I know, I know." Rose sighed, flopping back onto the soft sheets. They were so warm, so comforting...

    "ROSE. UP. NOW." Rose felt her arm jerk as Callie yanked her up from the bed.

    "Jeez, ok. You're not my mom." Rose teased. Slipping into the tiny bathroom,  Rose slipped on her black tank-and shorts bodysuit, with black tights underneath and a matching hoodie with cat ears. Finally, she threw on her black fingerless gloves before following Callie out the door, feverishly trying to tame her dark locks as they headed towards the elevator.

    "Are you staring at my boobs?"
    Callie raised an eyebrow at Rebecca as she spooned another bite of yogurt.

    "I'm not looking at your boobs!" Becca huffed. "I'm studying the arc reactor..."

    "Well, there's nothing better to do." Ikol laughed as he plopped his tray down beside Callie's. "You might as well stare at boobs."

"Mine are the greatest," California supplied, throwing her shoulders back to enunciate their size.

    "I'M NOT-" Becca started, but calmed herself down before continuing. "I'm not staring at anyone's boobs."

    "Is everything alright here, friends?" Joining her brother, Torrun plunked down next to Rose. Torrun was exceptionally tall-being almost six foot five, even though she was only 15.

    "Yeah, don't worry about it, Talls." Rose sighed, glancing mischievously at Callie. Before another kid could get a word in, a face appeared on the large, flat holographic screen on the table.

    "Hello, Children Of Shield." A smooth voice said. "Today is a fresh new day in-"

    "Hey, Alex. Or should I say, 'jackass'." Rose laughed, before being sternly glared at by both Becca and Torrun.

    "Hello, Rose. Anyway. Today is a new day. But first, we must take roll call." Alex cleared his throat.

    "California Stark."
    "Single and ready to mingle."

    "Rebecca Banner?"
    "Present."

    "Torrun Thorsdottir."
    "I am here."

    "Ikol."
    "Screw you."

    "And finally, Rose Rogers."
    "And finally, I do not care."

    "Ok, roll call is done." Alex massaged his forehead. "Ugh, I'm gonna need another coffee-"

    "JUST GET ON WITH IT, TEACHERS PET!" Callie yelled, rolling her bright green eyes underneath her unnecessary sunglasses.

    "Ok. The schedule for today is a follows-Breakfast, 7 am to 8:30 am. Training, 8:45 am to 1 pm. Lunch, 1:10 pm to 2:30 pm. Class, 2:30 pm to 6:15 pm. Dinner, 6:20 pm to 8:00 pm. Lights out at 10:00 pm." Alex said,
before the the screen folded and disappeared. Rose looked at the clock. It read 8:25.

    "Let's get going." She sighed, dropping her tray by the trash can. "I don't want to get yelled at for being late again."

    Training was the usual-a large gym-like room with high ceilings and titanium walls. A small glass box, for observation, was perched high up the walls, while the floor was scattered with mats as weak protection against a fall.

"Ugh," California groaned, pushing her glasses up so she could rub her temples.

"Hangover?" Rose asked, mildly concerned.

Grinning, Callie replied, "I found the good stuff last night."

"If you stopped drinking, you could have a nice morning for once," Rebecca snapped, crossing her arms.

"Honey, every morning's a good one when someone's checking out your boobs."

"I was not-" Rebecca started furiously, before Alex interrupted her.
Alex was, to put it kindly, hot. He had that vibe of someone you did not want to mess with. But he was NO fun and games. Such a snore.

"Let's get started."
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"Yuck," Rose growled at her mushy food. She plunked down at her usual spot, sandwitched between Callie and the wall.

"Training was fun," Rebecca chirped, stuffing her inky black hair into a fedora.

"Yes!" Torrun cheered, slamming her fist into the table and making everything jump. "I heartily agree, 'twas a fine lesson."

"Speak for yourselves," Callie replied, attempting to remove a metal robot arm from Ikol's bicep with her screwdriver. "Not all of us like wasting precious time on fake enemies."

They were then reminded about how little of the world we got to see. For the past couple months, they hadn't even seen thier parents, which was hard. Especially for Callie, who had a strong bond with her dad. They hated getting separated, but Fury said it was necessary. Ikol, on the other hand, didn't know who his parents were.

"Hello team," Alex called out from the doorway, and everyone froze. It was one of those days, when he suddenly dropped into 'bond'.

"Out upon yea!" Rose yelled, chucking her gross potatoes at Alex's insufferable face.

"Ugh." Alex wiped the white goo from his face. "I just wanted to say that Fury has requested a visit with Callie, Torrun, Ikol, and Rose. Immediately."

Without another word,  Alex turned and trotted out of the room.

"Well, I guess that means lunch will be a little short today, friends." Torrun sat up and began walking towards the door, Ikol in tow.

"Who says we can't eat on the way?" Callie said, grabbing a handful of fries. Nudging Rose, the two followed Torrun and Ikol out the door and down the hall, towards the elevator. They went four stories upwards before they finally reached Fury's glass office, equipped with a full view of New York. He was facing away from them, behind his desk, his hands folded behind his back.

"I bet you're wondering why I called you here."

He turned around to address the teenagers, and it seems they had made themselves at home.
Rose was clinging to the ceiling, her hood down and hair hanging in a tangled mess. Ikol had sat in a chair. Torrun was perched on the desk, while California subtly hacked onto the SHIELD database.

Sighing, Fury continued, "it appears that California, Torrun, and Rose all have a connection with these, space ge-ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Fury sighed. "Listen, in short, I'm sending you all to Jamaica."

    "FREE VACATION!!" Rose cheered, dropping to the floor. Scrambling to her feet, she stood up and brushed off her clothes.

    "Why shall we be journeying to this country?" Torrun asked.

    "... Well, you all have been working so hard, I thought it would be nice to take a vacation."

    "It would be nice." Callie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "When do we leave?"

    "Actually-" Fury glanced down at his watch. "Right now."