Hey guys, this is my first Avengers fic! It features characters from my DC Comics fic "Rewired" and "Nightshade." The idea popped into my head a while back while I was watching the Avengers movie, and after reading a few fics featuring the lovely Maria Hill, I decided to write this. However, some of the OCs' surnames change when in one universe or the other!
*DISCLAIMER* I own nothing but the OCs; everything else belongs to their respective owners!
Natalie huffed as she sat in her classroom, clearly irritated with having to spend an entire semester with Vinny Charles. He constantly harassed the other girls in school, and he was the only fool that hadn't been on the receiving end of one of Natalie's vicious punches.
"Hey fuckstick, you mind shuttin' the fuck up?" Natalie finally asked, turning to face Vinny.
"Only if you give me what I want!" Vinny cackled.
Natalie glared at Vinny and he got the hint. Second period wasn't over yet, but she desperately wished that it was so that she could get the hell away from Vinny. She hated that she had to sit through Spanish class in high school- she already spoke it fluently along with six other languages. Out of nowhere, somebody knocked on the door, and Senora Nelson moved quickly to answer it. A redhead on the other side of the door caught Natalie's eye for a moment before she turned her attention back to her homework.
"Can I help you?" Senora Nelson asked, staring at the redhead.
"Agent Natasha Romanoff, FBI," the redhead answered, flashing a badge. "I need to talk to Natalie Morgan."
"What's this about?"
"FBI business, ma'am. A little professional courtesy would go a long way..."
Senora Nelson allowed the agent to enter the classroom, and she immediately approached Natalie.
"Come with me," the agent muttered to Natalie.
"Right behind yah," Natalie said, glad to get away from Vinny and his stupid antics. Sadly, he wasn't done with her.
"Ooh!" Vinny yelled, getting Natalie's attention."
Shut your fucking cock holster," Natalie warned, glaring at Vinny.
"You gonna make me?" Vinny challenged with a grin.
Natalie smirked before she turned away for a second. "Pardon me, ma'am."
Vinny was still smiling when Natalie's fist collided with his mouth, splitting his lip open deeply. He arched back in pain, holding his jaw as he hadn't been expecting Natalie to be able to cause so much damage. "Oops."
Agent Romanoff was aghast at Natalie's response to Vinny's antics. Yep, she's definitely Shadowstep's daughter, she thought to herself as she led Natalie out of the classroom. "Is there a reason why you punched him?"
"He's been asking for it for a while," Natalie replied with a sly smirk on her face. "Speaking of questions, I have a few for you."
"Can they wait?"
"Nope; where are we going and who are you, really?"
"Agent Natasha Romanoff, F-!"
"Bullshit; I know that you're not FBI. What does SHIELD want with me anyways?"
"There was an issue that caught our attention."
"Care to explain more?"
"Can't at the moment; do you think you could help me find your cousins?"
"Psh, that'll be easy- class gets out in a few minutes, so I'll text them and tell them to meet us at the front desk."
"And the principal won't ask?"
"I'm pretty sure that my dad already called him and told him that you were coming to grab us."
Smart for an eighteen-year-old, Natasha thought to herself as she and Natalie headed for the front desk. "I take it you know what your dad does outside of the local PD?"
"Duh!" Natalie retorted, cocking an eyebrow at Natasha. "I helped him and the rest of the family knock Ilya Volchenkov down a peg last fall."
"And the rest?"
"What, the part about him being the infamous Shadowstep or the part about him having SHIELD keeping tabs on me and my brother?"
"What else did he tell you?"
"Just that I had to be careful around SHIELD. There's Vel, Nicky, and CJ now."
Sure enough, Natalie's cousins Velkan McTeague, Connor Vaduva-Jager, and Nikolai O'Malley were at the front desk, all clutching their backpacks. Nikolai's flaming red hair made it easy to spot him, just like it did with Velkan's earrings. "Hey guys."
"What's up Nat?" Velkan asked, glancing at Romanoff. "Who's this?"
"Agent Natasha Romanoff of SHIELD," Natalie replied shortly. "C'mon, let's get outta here before the guards start busting our asses."
Velkan grinned and followed Natalie and the others to her black Ford pickup truck. "Want me to drive?"
"Nah, thanks though!" Natalie replied, throwing her backpack into the bed of the truck. "Romanoff, up front."
"How much do you really know about us?" Velkan asked bluntly once Natalie hit the road.
"Some things aren't for you to know," Natasha replied.
"Heh, typical fucking intelligence agent," CJ remarked. "Knowing SHIELD, you probably know everything about us."
"I'm aware of your little . . . adventures outside of school as well as your parents' past," Romanoff admitted. "Not to mention Nick Fury spent a little while trying to find Natalie's father and his partner-in-crime after Declan Blackwell's body was dropped."
"Ha, that little fucker had it coming," Natalie remarked. "So, if you don't mind telling us, what brings you here to me and my cousins?"
"Well," Natasha began, "I'm sure that you all know that SHIELD was involved with James Claybrook's capture last week. . . ."
"Headline news, that one," Velkan jumped in. "Speaking of whom, are you here because of his brother?"
"Yes and no," Natasha replied. "Bobby Claybrook arrived in town about a week ago, but SHIELD believes that he's up to something bigger than going after Evan and Serana McTeague, Ben Richards, and your siblings. . . ."
"What would have that prick distracted from our family?" Natalie demanded, her blue eyes glowing with anger. "I mean, I know that the fuck wit loves to mess with other people, but still. . . ."
"We believe that Bobby Claybrook has enlisted the help of the Russian mobster Ilya Volchenkov," Natasha began, "and has had some involvement with the use of the super steroid that gave the Phantom his abilities."
Natalie almost slammed the brakes when she heard Natasha mention her uncle, but she chose not to. When she rolled up to a stoplight, she noticed the black car that had gotten behind her truck back by the school, and her alarm bells began going off immediately. "Romanoff, we got company."
Natasha glanced back and noticed the black car in the rear view mirror. "Keep driving; I'll handle it."
"Guys, heads down!" Natalie barked as Natasha unbuckled herself and removed her gun from its holster. "Romanoff, use the back window!"
Natasha's hands reached out to the back window of Natalie's truck and slid it open with ease. She was halfway out of the window when Natalie drifted around the corner, and when she realigned the truck, the rest of Natasha's body slid through the window. Natalie obviously sped up, for Natasha had to stay crouched to avoid being knocked onto her ass by the movement of the truck. She approached the box and aimed her pistol at the car, noticing that the driver was none other than Bobby Claybrook. With a vicious grin on her face, Natasha aimed at the tires and fired her pistol twice, rupturing the tires of Bobby's car with ease. He began to spin out of control, his car fishtailing down the highway before rolling off the road entirely and into the snow.
"Claybrook?" Natalie asked when Natasha clambered back into the pickup truck.
"Yeah," Natasha began, "and I don't think he'll be bothering you guys anytime soon."
"Nice shot, by the way!" Velkan cheered from the backseat.
"Thanks; turn off here!" Natasha instructed. Natalie followed Natasha's orders and turned off the road, wondering where she was going. When she heard the sound of a Chinook helicopter overhead, she realized that she was at a small airfield.
"Any reason why we're here?" Natalie asked when she pulled over.
"You'll see in a minute," Natasha replied. Natalie rolled her pale blue eyes into the back of her skull and clambered out of her pickup truck. Velkan, CJ, and Nicky followed shortly after, each wondering what the hell was about to happen.
"Hope you didn't have too much trouble getting here!" Evan McTeague hollered over the noise of the aircraft that surrounded him and his family.
"Getting here wasn't the problem," Natalie replied. "Bobby Claybrook decided to try and start some more shit with us, so Romanoff shot out his tires and sent him into the snow."
"Nice!" Evan cheered, grinning at his daughter. "You guys okay?"
"Yep; just wondering what the fuck we're doing here. . . ."
"Follow me."
Natalie shrugged off the worried glances that her cousins gave her as she followed her father to the helicopter. She was beginning to doubt Evan when she noticed a brunette that made her stop dead in her tracks. Shrugging it off, she clambered onto the helicopter with her father, Natasha, and her cousins right behind her. She grinned when she noticed her uncle Ben in the copilot seat, his custom-made comms set rested over his jet-black helmet. After liftoff, she felt her thoughts drifting to the mysterious brunette that was only a few feet from her. With a grin, she closed her eyes and fell asleep as Ben and the pilot took the rest of the crew higher into the sky.
