To embrace the extraordinary
Summary: Leanne Barton has never been what you would class as normal. She is very good at pretending she is an ordinary girl but she's not and with her big brother in danger it is time for her to stop hiding. The time has come for her to embrace the extraordinary
An: I know I have lots of stories on the go at the moment, the truth is I have too many and starting yet another one is probably a bad idea but I have a plan to deal with that. This post will be my last for a good few weeks. I have so many ideas fighting for attention in my brain that none of them will ever get finished unless allot then each some time so that is what I am going to do. Thanks for listening to me ramble on, see you in a few weeks (months?) and I hope you like the chapter
Prologue
"Barton's been compromised" that one phrase had been racing though Natasha's head for the last few hours. As soon as Coulson had spoken those words the Black Widows world had shifted, suddenly the mission that had once seemed so important didn't matter to her anymore. She needed to get out of there and fast Clint needed her.
Looking back she was shocked to find that the fight in which she took out her captors was such a blur to her that she couldn't be 100% sure she had left them all alive but she hoped she had, she really didn't want any more red in her ledger that absolutely necessary.
She was in such a hurry to meet the S.H.I.E.L.D jet waiting for her that she knew she hadn't been as watchful as she should have been but if there was ever a good excuse for her being careless Clint being in danger was it
It was only once she was in the air that the former Russian was able to truly focus on anything other than just getting where she needed to be. The spy knew she should try to sleep between Russia and India, if Clint where with her he would have insisted that she at least try but she also knew that if their roles were reversed sleep would elude him too.
As soon as Natasha's eye lids slipped shut a face flashed before her but it was not the face of Clint Barton. It was a girl with fair skin and dark blonde curls; she stared almost pleadingly at Natasha with serious gray eyes and the assassin's own eyes flew open. The red head cursed herself in every language she knew, how she could have forgotten.
If Clint had been in her place he would never have forgotten her family (not that she had any family for him to forget but that was beside the point) she had been so blinded by her own worry for Clint it had not even occurred to her how the situation would affect others that cared for him
It only took moments for her to contact the handler she and Clint shared.
"Clint has next of kin that need protecting" she announced before the man even had a chance to greet her
"I am aware of the girl's existence, I did oversee the writing of Barton's will" he reminded her firmly
"She could be in danger" Natasha persisted still kicking herself for not thinking about the young woman sooner
"Fury has a team handling it" Coulson reassured her
"Do they know exactly what they are handling?" Natasha shot back
"She is a 22 year old student not an escaped criminal I think they can manage" if the situation wasn't so serious Phil Coulson would have laughed
"She is a Barton" the stubborn woman on the other end of the phone insisted and Phil finally lost patience with her
"Focus on your own mission Agent Romanoff and let the extraction team carry out theirs" he ordered "I assure you Miss Barton will be bought in safely , you just worry about the big guy" he added more softly before hanging up on her.
Natasha found herself just staring at the disconnected phone and for the first time in years she actually felt afraid. she was scared for herself having to face a potentially unstoppable monster, for her partner who had become the puppet of possibly insane god with daddy issues and for the young woman back in new York who was about to learn her big brother was not as infallible as she had always hoped he was.
Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think
Millie