Hello, readers! I know you are probably going to be mad at me for starting a new story when I still need to work on my other ones, but this one popped into my head and it wouldn't go away. I was recently introduced to the action movie masterpiece known as Bourne Legacy. As a result of my overactive imagination's need to occupy itself while I am attempting to fall asleep, this fic was born. Since it is the first fic I have started that stars my alter ego, Natasha Higgins, that I have actually been able to complete a chapter in, I decided to give it a whirl and see what you guys think of it.

As I said, Natasha Higgins is my alter ego, so I would appreciate no bashing. Please let me know what you all think of this, and I will attempt to post more chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, or Bourne Legacy. Since you tecnically can't own yourself, I don't own Natasha either. She is simply my attempt to explain how active my imagination is, and that I ocasionally have wishes that I lived in a world where my imaginings could come to life.

Chapter One

Danger

Time: 10:30pm

Date: January 12, 2013

Target: Natasha Higgins

Assets: Team 2

Natasha Higgins was just settling down for bed when a tiny red light began blinking on a concealed panel by her bed. With a sigh, she reached up and tapped on the light causing a computer touch screen to emerge. The security camera footage did not show anything at the moment, but she knew better than to doubt Tony Stark's technology.

She was searching through the other camera feeds when she heard a tapping sound from the hidden door over their garage. Quickly, she grabbed her blue bathrobe and wrapped it around herself before tapping the screen to open the door. The man who entered the room looked so much like Clint Barton that she almost thought it was he. Then she noticed that he moved differently. This was a man who knew how to hide, but who was not a trained assassin.

She had just opened her mouth to say, 'What is your name?' but before she could, the man placed a finger against his mouth, signaling her to be quiet. Silently, he shut the door behind him. Again, she started to ask him his name. Again, he shushed her. She sighed quietly. Crossing to her dresser, she took a match and lit several candles that stood around her room. In the dim glow, she took out a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote her question out. "What is your name?"

She handed him the paper and the pencil. "Aaron Cross," he wrote. "You are in danger. I need you to get dressed and come with me. There are people watching the house."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but not fear. Quickly, she took the paper from him. "Do you know ASL?" He nodded. With a smile, she put the paper down and began signing. "If you sign slowly, I should be able to understand you."

Aaron nodded again, and said, "You need to get dressed in something dark, warm, and comfortable. You can take a few things in a backpack, but keep it light. We need to leave as soon as possible. How many people are in your house?"

"My grandparents are here. They are staying in my parent's room beside the stairs. My parents are downstairs in the office, and my brother is across the hall. Will they be safe, or do we need to take them with us?"

"They should be fine. They want you, not them."

"Why do they want me?"

"You have made friends with some dangerous people."

"I suppose you mean the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and Spiderman."

"Yes. Your stories have attracted their attention."

"I knew I wouldn't be able to stay a secret for long. I can't help it. It is so much fun!"

Aaron smiled, "Enough talk. Get dressed, pack, and hide your computer. Then, we need to go."

"Okay." When Aaron turned his back and closed his eyes, Natasha got dressed in a pair of black jeans, a dark green and grey plaid shirt over a grey turtleneck and hiking boots. She slipped her necklace inside her shirt, put on her glasses and brushed her short hair.

Quickly, she grabbed her old, black laptop backpack and slipped in her Kindle Fire; a few paperback books; her 3DS; her Kindle and DS chargers; and a bag of Pixie Stix. She also added a box of matches and two candles wrapped in a pair of socks. Aaron rolled his eyes at the Pixie Stix and the candles, but didn't comment.

Finally, Natasha took her laptop and slipped it into a secret compartment behind her bed that was hidden in the same manner as the computer screen. "I'm ready," she told him.

"Okay, put those candles out and follow me. Stay quiet, and do exactly as I say," she nodded again, and did as he asked. The two of them slipped through the secret door, and Natasha shut and locked it from the outside. Quietly, the two of them made their way through a cloaked tunnel on the roof of Natasha's garage, which deposited them on top of a concealed door that led to an underground tunnel. The tunnel exited in a clearing in some trees that bordered the park behind Natasha's house.

Silently, the two of them slipped through the park and then through the neighborhood on the other side of the park. They finally ended up in a parking lot where Aaron motioned for her to get into a silver car. "Can we talk now?" Natasha asked as Aaron started the car.

"Yes, but first we need to establish our cover story. Pick a name and a city you live in."

"Riel Garcia, Charlotte."

"Okay, I'm your brother, James. We are driving to New York to visit friends and family there. Say it back to me."

"We are James and Riel Garcia from Charlotte. We are driving to New York to visit friends and family."

"Good job. Now I have to ask. Where did you come up with that name?"

Natasha smiled. "Riel is Elvish for Garlanded Maiden. She's my original superhero character. She and her mom live in Charlotte. Her dad died in an explosion in his lab. He was trying to learn to control the four elements in an attempt to use them in medical study. The fire reacted badly to the chemical he was using to control them. Riel was there, and somehow ended up with the ability to control the four major elements."

Aaron shook his head. "No wonder they're after you. You are incredibly detailed."

Tasha smiled again. "I think the only reason I was able to last this long was because of the movies that have come out. Most people wouldn't suspect that I'm getting information from the sources."

Aaron smiled back. "Yeah. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll wake you up when we stop for gas."

"Okay," Tasha snuggled down into her seat, using Aaron's coat as a pillow. For a while, the car was silent and Aaron thought she had fallen asleep. Then he heard her groggy voice whisper his name.

"Yeah?" he replied in a half-whisper.

"Thank you for rescuing me."

With a slight smile, Aaron reached over and gently patted her arm. "You're welcome."