Ok, so, this is moi 13th Fanfiction this year.
And this is an Avengers/Alex Rider crossover.
There's not many of these type Fanfics out there,
And since I love both the Earths Mightest Hero's, and the Teenage Superspy,
I decided to combine them.
There's no exact plot to this, but its set 100% in Alex Riders Point Of View (POV)
Hop ye like,
Rachel :)
Chapter 1
I stared out the window as the blue skies and green fields rolled past. It was actually a nice day. And I should have been at the beach, or in the park, or even just going for a walk... But I wasn't. Of course I wasn't. Because I, 16-year-old-Alex-Rider-MI6's-best-spy, was currently sitting in a bullet proof armoured car, surrounded by highly trained agents, and on my way to meet the Head of Special Operations at MI6.
Tulip Jones.
Ever since... Sabina's... Family had been killed by Scorpia, I had been back with MI6. Full time. I was officially working for them now. I even got a gun and everything... For protection use only, of course.
And since I WAS currently with '6, I had the privilege of being 'Summoned' practically every day or so for a little 'meeting' set up by Jones and other... More... Important... Kind of people...
Toaday, unforcently, was one of those days.
On the bright side though, at least I would see Ben again.
I smiled at the thought.
Ben and I had gotten closer since I returned from America. We were both agents. We both didn't particularly like being agents. And we both hated the fact I was an agent.
Not that anyone besides Mrs. Jones would like that last little fact.
But Ben and I had found out we had a lot in common... Minus the whole family issues for me... But yea, asides from that, we got along pretty awesome. He was my best friend. He was my only friend. And we looked out for each other.
Jones had even made us official partners in the field which was kind of nice. Meant I didn't always have to watch out for myself. Cause each mission I went on, I knew Ben would have my back. Wether right on the battle ground next to me, or a few hundred miles away watching my process on a couple of computers. After all, of course, the missions I went on... Well... Let's just say MI6's greatest advantage, was I still looked like a kid. Ben didn't. And so, for at least 50% of my missions... Ben couldn't be there... But he made up for it when I got back. Always did.
And so, for the past... Almost two years... Ben and I had become great friends. He was like family to me. I saw him as my older brother. And he saw me as his baby brother, always teasing and playing around with me. But we had good fun. We got on. And he was the single person on this entire planet, that I had decided to trust.
"Kid" the man next to me snapped, "We're here".
I smirked.
Even though I was regarded as MI6's top agent, not many respected the fact I was a kid.
Muttering a quick thanks to the driver, I stepped out, walking along the familiar street and catching sight of someone standing outside the bank.
Ben Daniels.
I walked up to him, my eyes serious and my expression unreadable.
He looked the same.
"Agent Rider" he said bluntly.
"Agent Daniels" I replied flatly, matching his tone.
We stared at each other for a minute before breaking out into huge grins.
He threw his arm over my shoulder and pulling me in, as we walked in through the bank, "Come here moron. Where the hell have you been?".
"Paraguay" I replied, playfully pushing him away, "Or else Uruguay... You know what? I can't really remember".
He smirked, "Of course you can't. That's basically just your way of saying 'I-got-hurt-but-don't-want-to-tell-Ben-about-it".
I laughed, "Got it in one. But if I tell you where, I know you'll go after them".
"Damn right I will" he grumbled, before suddenly turning serious, "Explain everything".
I pressed the button for the elevator, looking up at him innocently, "What?".
"Alex" he warned, "Tell. Me. What. Happened".
I ignored him, stepping into the lift.
He quickly followed.
"Stark talking Rider or I'll get your mission file from Jones" he growled and I sighed, waiting until the metal doors closed before turning to him, "I got shot".
He ran a hand through his hair, "Jeasus Christ... WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SOMETHING?".
"Because I knew you'd react like this" I shot back and he swore, "For fucks sake Alex... Where?".
"Right shoulder" I replied quietly, "Bullet went straight through. Chipped a bone and sliced a muscle".
He swore again, "Great. That's just great... Why isn't your arm in a sling?".
I smirked, "Well you see it was... But then... I decided I didn't like it".
He rolled his eyes at me but couldn't hold back a small grin, "Of course you did. You don't like the fuss... I presume it's in a bin somewhere in Paraguay?".
"It's in a bin somewhere in Uruguay" I corrected, "And no. You're not allowed to get me a new one. I'm perfectly happy the way I am".
"Alex you got SHOT" he protested and I sighed, "Ben. Relax. It's not that bad... 'Sides, the amount of painkillers they've got me on is frickin' UNBELIEVABLE. And it's the first time I've gotten shot either".
"I know it's not. It's your 7th time" he replied and I grinned, "You kept count? Aww! You're getting soft in your own age".
"For your information, ALEX, I'm 26 years old. I'm not that old. And yes, I kept count. Because every, single, fucking, time you get shot, I can't help but wonder if that's the last time. If that's it. If that's the shot that kills you...".
All playfulness was gone from his eyes.
"Ben... I'm sorry, alright? I'm... I'm sorry" I replied quietly and he frowned, "YOURE sorry? What about the motherfucker who shot you?".
I laughed, "Jones has him in a cell for questioning... And NO. You are NOT. ALLOWED to even go NEAR him. Got it?".
He sighed over-dramatically, "If you insist...".
I grinned at him and he grinned back, before abruptly turning back as the elevator came to a half and the doors slid open.
Mrs. Jones stood in the corridor facing us.
And by her expression, I could tell it wasn't good news.
"Scorpia's escaped".
I looked up at Mrs. Jones sudden announcement.
Ben and I had been sitting in front of her desk for the past 10 minutes in utter silence, neither of us daring to speak.
But this certain comment, made both our heads snap up, "What?".
She sighed, placing five files in front of us, each stamped with 'Top Secret- CIA property'.
Interesting.
"Scorpia has escaped" she repeated, "Out of the seven leaders still alive and in prison, four have managed to escape. And have turned their attentions elsewhere. More specifically, New York. We need our two best men out there and ready to attack if necessary… That's you. Unforcently, the CIA aren't too happy with a couple of Brits working on their soil, and they want to handle it. I politely refused, "She continued, smiling slightly, "And so, we have devised a plan that keeps us both happy. Ever hear of the Avengers?".
Ben and I both nodded, but it was him who spoke up, "Bunch of superhero's right? Americas mightiest hero's and all that".
Mrs. Jones nodded, "Precisely. Well, the CIA want them to handle it. I want ye to handle it. So our current agreement, is that the two of ye, will be spending some time with these so-called 'Hero's'. If anything should come up, with Scorpia's blessings or not, all seven of ye will handle it".
"Hang on, seven?" I asked, "I thought there was six of them".
"There is" she explained, "But the... God... Has recently returned home to Asgard due to some family matters. So for now, it's just the five of them, and the two of ye. So, it's seven in total".
She pushed forwards the five files, "Here's everything you'll need to know on them".
"And I presume they have our files as well?" Ben asked, as I flicked open the one on top, revealing a dangerous looking red head.
Mrs. Jones paused, "Well... They have your file, of course, Daniels... But as for Rider...".
"They only have my name and status" I finished and she nodded, "Exactly. For all the usual security reasons of course".
"Which roughly breaks down to 'We don't want the world to know we force kids to do our dirty work'" Ben growled and I placed a hand on his shoulder warningly, "Ben. Let it go".
The head spy smirked, "You should listen to your parter Daniels. He's quite often right".
I turned back to her, "When do we leave?".
She actually smiled, "Immediately".
