Kana's P.O.V. - 13th January, 2012

I moaned tiredly as the light hit my face forcing me out of my slumber. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head, but couldn't fall back asleep. I sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes before grabbing the phone Coulson gave me. 

8:58

Might as well take a shower before those two strangers pick me up. I quickly took shower before changing into some sweats after remembering that Coulson mentioned training.

By the time I finished and got downstairs, it was already 9:45 so I sat down at the table drinking coffee. Andrew and Margaret had already opened shop and I told them I was going out, but didn't say where. Luckily, they decided not to pry.

"Kana, there's some people here to see you," Margaret informed so I jogged down the stairs to the shop to see the two customers from a few days ago.

"Mr Lambert?" I question in confusion.

"Hey kid," he greets back, cheerfully.

"Kana, do you know them?" Margaret inquired, perturbed.

"Yeah," I state, a little worried, "don't worry, I'll be back soon. I promise." I quickly shove the two out of the back door of the shop and into the alley.

"I remember you two from a few days ago, were you spying on me?"

"We monitor all potential threats," the red-head informs.

I opened my mouth to argue that I wasn't a threat then promptly shut it close, compared to when I was a normal I can smash a fully grown man's head into the ground.

"Who are you? Mr Coulson told me that 2 of his colleagues would help train me, but never said your names," I tell them before looking towards the woman, "at least not yours."

"You don't know my real name either," Mr 'Lambert' informs, a bit sheepish, "I'm Clint Barton and this is my partner-"

"Natasha Romanoff," she cuts in, coolly.

"Now that we've got to know each other, let's go," Mr Barton says and leads me to a sleek black car. The two of them sat at the front while I sat at the back. It wasn't long till we reached their New York Headquarters.

"Come on, kid," Mr Barton calls me over, "before training starts we need you to do some tests." He hands me a tablet with a multitude of questions which were no way easy, but I loved the challenge nonetheless. Each question became harder than the last though I took in stride and in 45 minutes, I was done. As soon as I clicked finished, my results were calculating and told me my score, an IQ of 172.

Mr Barton whistles, "172? Damn, what's with all the geniuses?"

What did he mean by that?

"Ignore him, Kaneki. I need to test your physical capabilities," Ms Romanoff informed before leading me to a training room. "Okay, since your abilities are much higher than the average human, I want you to start with 120 push-ups, sit-ups, squats then I want you to run the perimeter of the room 10 times before finishing with 100 burpees and star jumps." Mr Barton whistles when he heard my training regime.

I paled considerably until my face was as white as chalk, "A h-hundred and twenty... each?"

'She's a demon!' I exclaim, not even Touka made me work this hard.

"Yes," Ms Romanoff said and with that, hell began.

2 1/2 Hours Later

I am face flat on the floor, panting heavily and perspiring so bad that my clothes were soaked. A cool sensation is placed on top of my head so I look up to see a freezing bottle of water.

"Whoa!" I snatched the bottle out of whoever's hand like a madman and wolfed it down. Unfortunately, I squeezed it too hard which dumped the rest of the contents of the bottle onto my face and upper body, drowning me for a few seconds. I cough and splutter as my lungs attempt to expel the water.

"You feeling okay, kid?" Mr Barton queries, amusement clear on his face.

"Er, yeah," I mutter in embarrassment, I can't believe I just did that in front of them.

"You did good, Kaneki," Ms Romanoff compliments, impressed.

"Do I... have... to do more?" I question, still breathing way too hard.

"No, you're finished," Ms Romanoff assures and I sigh in relief, "but we still need to construct a profile for you."

"A profile?" I question.

"Yeah, like how does a 15 year old end up in New York all alone without a penny to her name?" Mr Barton queries.

15? I sulk at that, it's not my fault I turned out baby-faced, "I'm 18."

"No, you're not," Mr Barton chuckles, slowly.

"Yes I am," I state, firmly.

"No you-"

"Clint," Ms Romanoff cuts in, sharply, her narrowing as if testing him to object, before turning back to me, "we know your name and age, but we don't know your D.O.B."

"December 20th," I answer.

"1994," Ms Romanoff predicts, noting it down on her tablet.

"2000," I correct.

Ms Romanoff halts in her writing and both agents stare at me in befuddle men, though Ms Romanoff hid hers very well, "Then that makes you 12 years old."

"Kaneki, are you... an experiment?" Mr Barton queries, serious yet worried.

"No, well, yeah, but not like that!" I stutter before explaining, "in my world, it was 2018 so aside from travelling to another world, kinda travelled back in time as well."

"You seem confused about experimentation," Ms Romanoff notes, leaning forward indicating she was intrigued, "why?"

"I became like this through surgery not an experiment," I explain before stopping to think, "at least I don't so. I mean, doctors are suppose to save your life not messing with it."

Ms Romanoff and Mr Barton share a look as if I'm missing something, "What happened for you to take this surgery?"

"'Every rose has it's thorns,'" I quote, chuckling slightly though it lacked any humour, "I went on a date with a girl, Rize. She was beautiful, intelligent and kind, everything I ever wanted in a date, but she was only after my body, literally," I add as an afterthought.

"Eat you?" Mr Barton reiterates.

"Rize was a ghoul, a second species in my world that doesn't exist in yours. They are humanity's natural predator and it's safe to say that humans weren't happy," that was understatement of a century, humans always feel the need to be on top. "Rize was one of the bad ones, S Rated Binge Eater. I saw her alias multiple times on the news but never once suspected her. Anyway, when I discovered she was a ghoul I ran to an empty construction site where she was killed by steel beams falling on her."

"Ouch," Mr Barton mutters, wincing.

"She took a bite of my shoulder and pierced my abdomen and passed out. When I woke up I was in the hospital and the nurses told me they transplanted her organs into my body. I noticed the changes when I woke up and couldn't eat, but didn't realise until I headed home a few days."

"How did you take your transformation?" Ms Romanoff inquires.

"Not good," I reply, not wanting to spill any details on attempting to stab myself. Ms Romanoff seem to understand and did not press on.

"So you're ghoul?" Mr Barton guesses.

"Half," I correct, "I'm a one-eyed ghoul," I lift up my eyepatch to show my kakugan.

"Do you know your rating?" Ms Romanoff inquires.

"Not officially, no, but Touka predicts that I'm A+ Rated and could get a much higher rate if I train more," I inform.

"What's the highest?"

"SSS rank, but only the Owl has that ranking."

"How different is your world from ours?" Mr Barton asks.

"Beside the existence of ghouls, your technology is decades ahead of mine. Nothing else has really changed."

"What about family?"

"Both of my parents are dead and I'm an only child, the only family I have left is my mum's older sister's family," I tell them.

"Thank you, Kaneki, Clint will take you back home," Ms Romanoff tells me, getting up. She whispers something to her partner before they both nod and she leaves.

"Alright, kid, let's get you home," Mr Barton tells me so I follow him out.

Natasha's P.O.V. 

I headed to Fury's office and knocked on the door before opening it once I heard, "Come in."

"Director Fury," I greet and taking notice of Coulson and Hill.

"Agent Romanoff, what's your report?" Fury demands without looking up from his paperwork.

"Kana Kaneki is not a threat, but is still classified as dangerous," I report immediately before explaining further, "her physical abilities are high above our own, her stamina is incredible and she can easily adapt to new surroundings. She has the capability to spill blood, but refuses to do so as it goes against her nature unless provoked. She is greatly naive which is very problematic."

"Did you find out anything about where she came from?"

"Not much different from our except our technology is far more advanced thanks to Stark. Also, in her world, humanity has a natural predator."

The last part caught Fury's attention as his hand stopped scribbling at a piece of paper before looking up, "Natural predator?"

"Ghouls are a secondary species in her world which I believe to be hunted down for their existence. Kana's girlfriend attacked her on their date, but was swiftly killed by steel beams falling on her. Kana survived but was badly injured which led to ghoul organs being transplanted into her by a doctor who purposely knew what he was doing."

"Which leads to her becoming a ghoul and her current status as as cannibal," Hill finishes.

"How do you know that ghouls are being hunted down?" Coulson inquires.

"Kana mentioned a rating system," I inform them, "Kana's girlfriend was S Rated while Kana's friend predicted her to be A+, the highest was SSS which only belongs to one ghoul known as Owl."

"She's clearly skilled if she has a high rank already," Fury notes, "you mentioned a doctor who purposely changed her."

"'Doctors are suppose to save your life not messing with it,'" I quote Kana's earlier words, "when she told me and Clint that, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself. Beside, I would think a professional doctor would know the differences between a human and a ghoul even with the latter looking completely human."

"Continue training her," Fury orders, focusing back onto his paperwork, "with all of the information given I'd rather not have her as an enemy."

"Of course, Sir," I reply before leaving the room. Kana will certainly liven HQ for a while and I can't wait to see how.