A/N: This story is based on the new Avengers movie and contains Steve Rogers/OC and Clint/Natasha and hinted relationships that may become more obvious throughout. Rated incase, and some slight cussing.
Rumbles of distant thunder still threatened the night into submission, though the rain was long gone. Leaving a wreck of twisted up roots and thick streams of mud. It clung to the fabric of her once crisp white collared shirt. Just caking on the extra weight her already weak bones had to handle.
Her hair hung in her face, drenched, flailing in pathetic little tangled wisps. All around her, it was dark, cold, and wet. The toll of her bare feet digging into the mud, causing her ankles to twist in unnatural ways, forced her to crawl on her stomach.
The rich smell of wet dirt filled her lungs. It tantalized her air intake, suffocating her with its bold essence. Along with her hitched breaths the only other sound was the occasional pop coming from her joints, resisting her every endeavor.
But she'd make it; she would escape her once expectant torment. And trade it, for something so wonderful, the thought itself was intoxicating. A taste of what had been taken away from her, to her preverbal sanctuary.
No one was sure what to do when the helicopter landed, and the gurney was being rushed inside. Maria Hill caught a glimpse of the patient. A young girl, no older than 18 or so, with long dark-brown hair and mud riddled clothes.
"Agent Romanoff," she called as the red headed agent stepped off the helicopter. "What the hell is this?" She inquired sternly.
Natasha kept a straight face, aside from her brows being slightly taught with tension. "I'm not sure," she stated almost blankly. "But she was awake when we first found her."
"And what does that mean?" Maria impatiently asked.
Natasha just shook her head in confusion, "She knew my name. She called me by it. She knew my code name even. And then-" she paused. "She said-My ledger was filthy, overtaken in red." Her voice grew in urgency. "This girl was in my head."
"She's intuitive?" Hill seemed to be asking herself. Then she snapped in realization. "Check her wrists, look for any form of id, she might be a runaway from the IRF." As her orders were barked, Natasha rushed inside.
A/N: So I had this idea when I realized the director of Firefly and Avengers were the same guy. And it's not a crossover, but in Firefly (for all who don't know) there's this character named River. I don't want to give too much away, but my OC is slightly based off of her. Anyway, this is pretty short, but if I get some good feedback I'll post the other few chapters I've already finished.
Please R&R, and I'd love to hear any feedback!
-Ashley Ann (TheHobbieGirl)