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A/N: Hi. This is my first fic for these fandoms because I had an itch to write about Molly being a spy. So sorry to the followers of my other 2 crossovers, I'm not dropping those but the muses have led me to my current obsessions, Sherlock and the MCU. They don't have an MCU category here yet, by the way, so this is under the Avengers and Sherlock crossover category.

Chapter 1

She crosses her legs as she leans on the corner of the diner booth. Her fingers were playing with the edges of the manila folder on the table. The waitress puts down the cup and saucer and pours the steaming brown liquid. The sugar and cream follows after. The woman in the booth uncrosses her legs to fix her coffee the way she liked it. Her peripheral had caught sight of the man in the leather trench coat. He jogs a bit as the rain outside started to pour. The diner bell rings as the dark man with the heavy coat enters and looks around before spotting the woman in the corner of the diner. He shrugs his coat to shake off the water and swiftly walks toward the woman. She wasn't hard to spot. Her red locks would always standout anywhere. He slides on the opposite seat across from her and she slides the folder to him.

"That didn't take too long, didn't it?" Nick Fury starts as he opens the report.

"I don't see how this man could be SHIELD material. He's not even the same level as Stark." Natasha Romanov takes a sip of her coffee with one hand as the other drums its fingers on the table. Fury doesn't look up as he kept reading the file.

"He's an exceptional person. I've seen him in action with Scotland Yard with that Daniels case, " Natasha was about to cut him off but Fury continues, "But yeah, he doesn't play well with others like your last recommendation.

"His brain works 10 times faster than the normal person can but he can't be motivated to work for us." She rests head against her perched arm on the window pane with her eyes staring at the droplets on the glass.

"Says here he likes puzzles. That's a way in." Fury puts down the file and rests is right hand on the table.

"Yeah… But that just means we need to be always a few steps ahead. I don't have that time and patience."

"I take it that he's not the kind of man that you can persuade with your assets either…" Fury smirks as he leans forward to rest his head on his clasped hands where his elbows are rests on the table.

"Oh god no!" She exclaims. She combs back her hair with her right hand.

This assignment had her in England for a week to follow and scout for the one and only consulting detective as a possible recruit. Fury had flagged him after his visit to London a few months back. He saw potential and had his best agent to look into it. Natasha was intrigued at first but after a week of seeing this Sherlock Holmes from a vantage point, she concluded that a direct approach from her was not the best course of action. In her honest opinion, Fury was wasting his time. Holmes is a loose cannon and he would bypass most of the SHIELD training with his annoying wit and powers of deduction. He might possible scare away other personnel in the process. The man was not worth the trouble.

But if Fury would insist, she put an alternative recommendation at the end of the report.

"Then we'll get someone else. But I think she's overqualified for this, Romanov. It's also not her skill strength. She only goes undercover for short missions. " Fury takes a beat waiting for her to expound more on the alternative recommendation.

"I know. But I have a plan," Natasha meets his eye with a smirk. He only raises his brow and mirrors her knowing smile.

"Then I can trust you to handle her training." He slides off the bench and stands up, signaling the end of their meeting.

Natasha looks up and slightly nods. "I'll leave for the Hub in a few hours. But clear it with Hand. She hates surprises."

Fury rolls his eyes and proceeds to leave. Natasha's eyes follow his back as he heads back out in the rain. Right on time, a black SUV arrives in front of the diner. She grabs the folder and tucks it under her jacket. She waits out the rain before heading out to the airstrip.

She takes out her phone as she walks to her ride parked a few blocks away.

It takes a few rings before the other person picks up.

"Hello? Natasha?" a voice with a proper English accent calls from the other line.

"Hey there Dr. Hooper," Natasha coyly uses her proper title.

"I thought you were in England. Are you still there now? I haven't been back there in ages. Do you have time to see the sights? " Dr. Hooper loads all her questions to Natasha and the redhead only chuckles in amusement.

"I was but I'm back in New York so no, I'm not there anymore. I didn't see much but I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to go back soon and see some sights yourself. Listen, I'll be in the Hub in a few hours. I'll fill you in with the details then."

"What?" The person on the other line exclaims. "What does that—" Natasha smirks as she hangs up the phone. She gets in her car and drives to the airstrip where a quintjet was waiting to take her to the Hub.

tbc

A/N: This is also published in my AO3 account under geishakamameha and my tumblr account with the same name. There's already 4 chapters there so check it out there too. I want some feedback too. Be constructive and I'll try my best to be more critical. :D