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Triskelion, Washington D.C
"Director, we've located the Hammer Drone. It's in New York."
"Stark?"
Agent Coulson shook his head folding his hands behind his back. "We do not believe so, sir. Mr. Stark doesn't legally own the building."
"And illegally?"
"Unknown, sir," Coulson answered.
Standing from his chair, the Director of S.H.E.I.L.D, Nick Fury walked to the window overlooking D.C. From here he had a view of the city some would pay thousands for. He got if for free. All he had to do was protect the United States from threats, foreign and domestic. His job, to other, but he didn't see it as such. It was a responsibility to protect his home. To do that he needed to stay ten steps ahead, in intelligence, manpower, and technology. Right now he was behind in all of those but one.
SHIELD scientist lacked the intelligence to recreate Stark's Iron man armor, and without that technology, they couldn't combat terrorist like Ivan Vanko.
The Hammer drones were the only piece of Arc reactor technology not in Stark's hands. And given that Stark was keeping his cards close to his chest, this was the only chance that they would have to get something even close to that kind of tech.
"Take a team. Bring me that drone." He ordered his one good eye narrowing.
"Yes, sir." Coulson nodded and exited the room leaving the Director alone with his thoughts.
Every drone, Justin Hammer had put on display had been destroyed when Vanko forced them to self-destruct. All but one.
One out of thirty-two, and they had no clue on as to who had not only been able to stop the self-destruction but steal away a man-sized robot without anyone knowing. And hide it in an American city.
Not only were the thieves smart, they were cocky, and that was a dangerous combination. Whoever was working on the drone needed to be stopped.
...
New York City
"Let's move," Coulson ordered drawing his pistol as the men under his command held up assault rifles. All six of the barrels pointing at the townhouse across the street.
"Signals coming from the basement. Prisoners are preferable, but shoot to kill at your own discretion."
Coulson led the team forward glad they blocked off the street before they came in. If civilians saw seven men in full tactical gear and carrying automatic weapons whoever was in that basement would be alerted by their screams.
"Rumlow, you're on point. Rolin's get the door."
Pressing his shoulder against the brick wall of the townhouse, with two men behind him and the rest of the team on the other side of the yellow painted door Coulson nodded as Rolin's kneeled burning through the door lock with the Mouse Hole.
One by one they filed into the small stairway.
"Light's on," Coulson ordered as the door closed behind them locking the team in the dark.
At the bottom of the steps was another door.
"Break it down."
"Yes, sir." Rolin's tucked the Mouse Hole away in his vest and moved to the side as another agent stepped forward holding a battering ram. Grabbing the right side nodded as Rumlow counted down.
"Three...two...one!"
The wooden door flew from its hinges and Coulson entered the basement behind Rumlow who was already yelling orders.
"SHIELD! Get down on your knees! On your knees!"
Clearing the room as the rest of the team entered Coulson stopped letting STRIKE do their job. He had his own job.
"Prisoner secured, sir."
"Coulson!" Fury barked over the radio.
Staring at the drone standing in the corner Coulson brought a hand up to his ear. "We've got it, sir. The drone is here and the prisoner is secured."
"Get off me, bastard!"
Turning around Coulson circled the workbench covered in tools so he could get eyes on the prisoner.
Crap. Being held under Rumlow's knee was a small figure squirming as he tried to get free. To small a figure to be an adult.
"Sir, we've got a problem."
...
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!
Sitting in a white room Naruto bounced his leg underneath the table he was handcuffed to. It was the only thing in the room other than him, the chair he was sitting in and the one-way window where the black op spooks who had taken him were watching.
He couldn't see them but he knew they were there. And he knew they were making him wait as an intimidation tactic.
Not a very good one since he knew what was happening but it was still working. He was getting nervous.
Shield had got him red-handed with stolen tech and enough weaponry to take down a small country. Which wasn't really his fault. The drone had all the guns when he salvaged it.
"What was I supposed to do? Throw it away?" He couldn't just take a tank gun down the driveway and leave it on the curb. That was more dangerous than leaving it in his basement. Who knows what kind of people would have taken it.
Behind him, a door opened with an exaggerated creak. Another intimidation tactic.
"You're in a whole lot of trouble, kid."
Craning his neck Naruto looked over his shoulder as a tall black man with an eye patch and wearing a leather trench coat that went to his knees. He didn't look anything like what he assumed a government crony looked like. That weird smiling guy who arrested him looked like a government agent.
"My name is Nick Fury, I'm the director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division." Director Fury introduced circling the blonde child. "Naruto Uzumaki, age thirteen, born in New York City, 1997."
"Yes, sir." Naruto nodded.
Leaning over the table Director Fury set his hands down on the table leaning over.
"What do you know about your father, Naruto?" He asked tapping the manila folder under his hand with his index finger. "Do you know who he is?"
"You mean do I know that he is Tony Stark?" Naruto asked in return hoping he surprised the director but that man had a damn good poker face. "Or that he probably doesn't remember my mom? No, maybe it's, 'do I know' that Obidiah Stane paid my mother a ridiculous amount of money every year to keep me out of the spotlight because it would be bad for business?"
"You got pretty confident," The Directors' eye narrowed. "What happened to sir?"
"Yeah," Naruto shrugged. "Well, before I thought you guys were just gonna kill me. Put a bullet in my head then blow up my house and say it was a gas leak."
Now he knew that they wanted something from him. If he had to guess it would be something related to his father's technology. He didn't really care, the point was he had leverage.
Nick raised his eyebrow. "That's pretty morbid for a thirteen-year-old."
Naruto tensed. He didn't miss the fact that the director didn't bother denying that they would have killed him.
"Anyway," Nick stood up straight and flipped the folder open. "Father aside, Shield could use someone like you."
"Cool, talk to me in five years," Naruto said but still leaned over to get a better view of the picture inside.
"The Tesseract." Flipping through the photos, each taken at a different angle but always being centered around the glowing blue square. "So SHIELD has had it all these years."
He heard it went missing at the end of World War II. But of course, the government would have it hidden in one of their many black sites.
"We don't have that kind of time. Your country needs you now." Director Fury closed the folder. "It's either help us or spend the rest of your life in a hole. Make no mistake, kid. You're in a whole hell of a lot of trouble."
Naruto snorted. So it was either work for the government agency that kidnapped him and was now in the process of blackmailing him...or spend the rest of his life in a tiny cell. With the possibility of torture when he turned eighteen. Maybe before, he didn't know what kind of morals this Fury guy had.
"Guess we're partners then."
Director Fury smiled holding out his hand. "We're gonna do a lot of good things together, Mr. Uzumaki."
Naruto is the son of Tony Stark. He will have a variation of the Iron Man armor but that won't be all.
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