A/N: This is an old story that I deleted a while back. I'm bringing it back because of all the new and awesome Marvel movies coming out. Let me know what you think! I also have an old Tony Stark/Iron Man one about his daughter I might bring back.
Chapter One: Code Names
They stood side by side; father and mother, watching the little girl…their little girl dodge, duck and weave her way around the obstacles that were thrown in her path, watched as she flipped and moved her body given the situation that arose at any given time. She was quick and skilled and transitioned from one location to another with fluidity and grace. At one point it seemed as if the young girl was going to trip and the knife that the instructor rotated around her would be plunged into her chest, the mother made a noise of panic her hand raising to her mouth as the father simply chuckled as his daughter regained her footing and continued on as if nothing
happened
"don't look at me like that…she's my daughter as her mother I'm allowed to worry"
The light blue eyes of the man turned and looked at the woman next to him "you forget that she is no ordinary little girl though Nat…"
Natasha turned away from the training room "Black Widow or not I'm a mother now and I will die to protect that little girl…" she stopped and looked back into the room watching as more weapons entered the small space "whether they like it or not….and that includes you"
James turned to look down into the padded gym and nodded his head "I couldn't agree more…" he stepped closer to the glass his eyes narrowing as the men below placed a switchblade into the hands of his five year old daughter "when it comes to her….I'm dad first"
Natasha took a small step forward and gripped his hand within her smaller one. Together they watched as their daughter finished her training and walked from the room her handler leading her back to her waiting parents. Once the girl entered the hallway her handler pointed in their direction, raising her eyes she smiled and released his hand
taking off at a full sprint "daddy" she shouted her eyes shining brightly
James barley had enough time to drop Natasha's hand and kneel in order to take the full force of weight that was his little girl "hey monkey" he whispered into her light brown hair. Natasha stared at her small family before looking back down the hall, the handler gave a slight nod before turning and disappearing down the corridor. Turning her attention back to what truly matter she leaned over kissing the temple of the child
"did you watch me mommy"
Natasha smirked "yes baby and you did a wonderful job"
The young girl smiled before looking back at her father and tracing the shape of the star that sat on his left shoulder "Francis say's soon I'll be better then you daddy"
James let out a small chuckle "did he now" he watched as she nodded her smile growing. Looking over he smiled at Natasha, it quickly wavered though when he saw the anxiety in her eyes, slowly he readjusted the hold on his daughter and placed a gentle hand on Natasha's back. Her eyes jerked away from her daughter and into his
calming blue orbs
"calm down mama bear" he spoke kissing her forehead
Before Natasha could reply they were stopped by the voice of Agent Fox "Solider, Widow" he started as he came to a stop in front of the family "and little one" James tightened his hold on both of his girls "Agent Fox…"
"the big guy watched her perform today…" he began his eyes lingering on the little girl "and it seems today is the day"
Natasha stepped forward "no…she's only five, names aren't suppose to be given till at least twelve"
Holding his hands up Agent Fox nodded his head "believe me I know but orders are orders…." he stopped at gagged the reaction of the parents before starting again. When he was sure the storm had settled a bit he pulled out a small envelope "serum will be given when she turns eighteen.." he started handing the letter to Natasha "that's her name…" and with that he turned on his heel and vanished
James watched as Natasha gripped the letter in her hands before looking back over at him, during the conversation their daughter had placed her head on James shoulder and dozed off
"come…let's put her to bed"
Once they were settled in their quarters Natasha sat on the edge of the bed and watched as James leaned against the wall closest to his daughters bed and gestured for her to open the small square in her hands
"just like a band aid I suppose…just do it"
With a long sigh Natasha ripped the letter open and let her eyes graze over the words, even though the situation was dire and meant a life of unknown fighting and battles for her daughter she couldn't help but smirk and let a dry laugh escape her lips. James pushed away from the wall "what" he questioned as she handed him the letter
"she really is the product of her parents"
James looked at the neat handwriting on the paper and then back at Natasha a small sad small on his lips as well
'Red Fox'
