Author's Note: Hey, it's me, applecoral, back with another Blackfrost AU story! I absolutely love AU stories and do not think there are enough on the Avenger boards. This is going to be set in a kind of...Pirates of the Caribbean era. I know nothing about pirates except for the stereotypes of them being just thieves. So I decided to write from a different angle. I hope it isn't confusing, because all I remember about trading and stuff is from three years ago and I didn't even give a shit too much then. I am so screwed with my life...anyway, enough about me. I hope you enjoy this, and the title may change. I am on the fence about Catch Me if You Can and Forget Me if You Can. What do you guys think? Please leave a comment saying which you prefer!
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Rated [T]
For language. (This may change later.)
A cool breeze swept over the ship, The Red Pearl. A man stood at the end, overlooking the entire ship. His crew was busy working. They were getting ready to meet. All the traders had a friendly alliance; they called themselves the avengers.
"Hurry up or I'll make you all walk the plank." The man called out, his green eyes cold and calculating.
"Yes, captain Romanoff." His first mate said. They needed to get there before nightfall. The Avengers meeting was going to be taking place soon and the clouds indicated stormy weather tonight.
Soon, they drove into Stark Harbour, which their fellow avenger, Anthony "Tony" Stark owned. Tony almost owned everything, which meant he traded what the others weren't already trading.
Captain Romanoff walked slowly towards the local tavern, S.H.I.E.L.D, owned by Nicholas Fury and his best friend, Phil Coulson. He walked towards the backroom, which was the Avengers' meeting place. Everyone else was already inside. The captain rapped on the door and a small slot in the door slid open to reveal a pair of baby blue eyes.
"Password?" The voice prompted.
"Avengers." Captain Romanoff said. The door opened and he carefully crept in, his large hat almost knocked off.
"Nathanial! Finally!" A loud, booming voice greeted. It belonged to Thor Odinson, the meat trader. He used to be a hunter before going into the trading and…pirate business. They didn't refer to themselves as pirates, just as the Avengers, but deep down, they knew what they were. Traders to the public, but pirates in their inner circle.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen." Nathanial nodded briefly and took his seat next to Clint Barton, best friend, fur coat trader and captain of the S.S. Hawkeye.
"You missed the party." Tony took a swig of his mead. He always seemed to be drinking whenever Nathanial saw him.
"I don't see how this was a party." The room had four empty glasses of mead. Bruce Banner, the trader of tea, was only half done and Coulson had just brought a glass in for Nathanial.
"Lighten up a little, Romanoff." Tony grinned.
"It's time to be serious now, Stark." Steve cut in. Steve Rogers was the perfect captain, strong, leading qualities. All he lacked was the understanding of pirating. He was the trader of metal in the Avengers.
"Whatever you say, cap."
"Now, we've received information that Loki's been robbing ships again."
"Again? Wasn't he always?" Loki was a known bandit. Although not that different from pirates, he was still evil. The Avengers also traded on the side as a good deed to the village of York.
"There was a certain period of time when he went into hiding, when the police were searching for him even more." Steve explained.
"And what about Loki? Nothing's ever stopped the Avengers before!" Clint said, raising his mug.
"That's right; we're not going to let some half-assed bandit stop us!" Nathanial clanged his mug with Clint in cheers.
Cheers broke out across the room and everyone brought their mugs together, and then drinking.
"So it's settled? Loki isn't going to stop our trading. And we're all experienced with fighting and we have swords." Nathanial said.
"Of course!" Thor exclaimed. They drank until Fury and Coulson finally came in to kick them out. Luckily, Steve, Thor and Nathanial could hold their liquor and the drunken body load was decreased by half. Fury took Bruce, Thor took Clint, and Steve took Tony back to their ships. They would be going back to the seas, their true home in a short time. Nathanial stumbled slightly back to his boat. His crew was already resting in their quarters, which left Captain Romanoff the only awake on the ship.
Nathanial locked his door, shut the blinds and windows and made sure no one was about to burst in. Carefully, he took his hat off, unpinned his hair to reveal long, luscious locks of flaming red hair. Nathanial was actually a Natasha. She ripped the fake moustache off and placed it in a case, like one would for glasses. Natasha took off her lumpy outfit to reveal a curvy body and large chest. She slipped on a baby blue negligee and crawled into bed, burrowing deep under the covers.
There was a reason she disguised herself as a man. In this society, women were expected to only be good housewives and bear children while the men got adventure and excitement. Natasha wanted to prove she could be just as good as a man. Legend told of a maiden who disguised herself so she could become a pirate. In the end, she prevailed and no one dared doubt her again. But times had changed again, and the story of the maiden had been long forgotten.
Natasha had the skill set of a pirate; she could do more than well with a sword and worked with gunpowder frequently, having to trade it. Also, her previous skill set provided her with an advantage. She was one of the toughest in the group of Avengers. Perhaps, one day, she would reveal herself to her friends and they would accept it. If not, she could still be trading or piracy.
She had also learned how to throw her voice, so she could have the low voice of a man. Wearing loose clothing also helped covered up the more feminine parts of her body. Natasha had also found wearing something tight then loose would help.
Hopefully, Natasha could keep up this façade for as long as she could. One close call was when they all went to the hot springs together.
The roar of thunder startled Natasha. It was predicted, but there might always be the chance that lightning could strike The Red Pearl. Sleep didn't come easily.
Author's Note: Was that good? Bad? Tell me what you think! But don't bash me to death with bad reviews. Also, the story with the maiden is Sif, if I wasn't clear enough.
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