"Coulson, call for Project Renewal. We need her more than ever." The Winter Solider lay, unconscious, in front of the agent and director. Fury's eyes were blazing with determination; he needed this man on their side, badly. The only way to achieve that was to have him reminded of the person he once was.

Who was better than a skilled, mutant phycologist?

"Are you positive, Sir? She won't be happy. She already has Wilson to deal with; does she really need another misfit on her plate?" The woman was only 22, a single mother and lived in the middle of nowhere. Fury smirked; the man had a point, but she could use another challenge.

"Don't hesitate to throw something at me," she was seven months pregnant and was still not on leave. "I won't forgive you if you start holding back."

"She won't mind. She has a three year old, a college student, and a childish mercenary, what's a brain washed assassin added to the mix? She'll be fine." Fury looked at Colson with an eye of humor. He began to walk away, and shouted over his shoulder, "Make sure she sees the team. Barton and Romanoff are wondering when they'll see their nephew again."

"Howard! You get off of that table young man! That is mahogany." The mother and son were playing an intense game of tag as the little boy began climbing on the furniture.

"B-b-uu-t-t, w-why-y?" His speech was lagging and unsure, his face was a mix between concentration and confusion. His mother began to smile with pride before her smile turned mischievous.

"Because, I can't reach you when you're up that high. You know Mommy's short." She began to jump in mock pout, reaching out but never touching. The young boy laughed as he jumped off the table, stumbled, and ran to the living room.

"Wad-dey! Wad-dey! Hel-p-p M-e-e! The Mo-ommy Mon-n-ste-r is try-i-in-g t-t-o ge-t-t m-e-e." the boy began to stutter with how fast he was trying to talk. His target of conversation began to waddle in the room as the man in the red and black mask woke with a start. He saw the young kid, and smiled, though they couldn't see, they could tell by his body movement.

The man in the mask rose before he ran over to the boy scooped him up and fleed to the staircase, but the mood fell dark when there was a banging on the door.

Everyone fell silent.

Finally the woman spoke.

"Wade," She looked over to the man in the mask and waited for confirmation. He nodded to signal he was listening. "Take Howard to the living room for some TV; I'll call you down when it's time for supper." He tone was cool, but not alarming to anyone that didn't know the code hidden in it.

Take Howard to the safe room, and don't leave till I give the signal.

Of course the man nodded, and he rushed with silent footsteps to the closet with a hidden door at the back, hidden by a letterman from the local high school. She walked carefully and slowly to the door, giving the boys enough time to get into the room and for her to grab her gun.

She cautiously took the handle in her hand and turned the knob. She opened it quickly, and got into a stance, gun aimed at the head of the person in front of her and light enough on her feet to flee if need be.

Realization took her and she lowered her weapon. "Oh my god, Tasha. Don't do that. You gave the boys and me a heart attack." The woman relaxed against the door frame and allowed the red head inside. Natasha Romanoff had a smirk on her face as she greated the younger woman.

"What? Who did you think it was? Aliens?" Her tone seemed serious, but only those who knew her well enough knew she was being a smart ass.

"Hey what about me?" Clint Barton poked his head over Natasha's shoulder and went in for a hug. The woman had no choice but to accept it and have her lungs crushed by the archer.

"Yeah, yeah. Missed you too. Now come in we were just playing monster."

The pair entered the household with an air of grace. The archer and spy looked round trying to spot their favorite little person. But he could not be seen. They turned to the shorter woman and, simultaneously, raised an amused eyebrow. Their silent question rang loud in her ears.

Really?

The younger woman rolled her eyes. "You gave us a heart attack. What did you want me to do, have Howard open the door?" Her tone was sarcastically playful, but they both knew that would never happen with the little boy's situation.

"Well?" The assassin asked.

The other woman rolled her eyes and cracked a smile, a very familiar smile.

"Boys, who wants strawberry jam with their toast?"

Hey guys so this is my first fanfic and I really want some feed back.

Harley