The New Generation
"Mom!" I sighed as she didn't turn around. "Mom, listen!" We turned into a different hallway and I jogged up to catch her.
"I am listening. But I don't like what I'm hearing." I scowled as we walked into the elevator.
"Hello, what department of SHIELD would you like to go to?" The familiar voice of JARVIS, which Tony had installed at SHIELD, came onto the air as my mother answered.
"The meeting room, please." The doors dinged closed and she turned to face me. "Nadya, listen. I know you want to go, but we can't let you."
"Why the hell not?!" I clenched my fist and my mother leaned against the elevator wall.
"Ask your father."
I rolled my eyes and the doors opened to reveal the almost empty meeting room.
"Dad!" I ran up to my father, avoiding getting hit by the bag of arrows and bow hanging on his back.
"Hey, sweetheart." He kissed the top of my forehead and I squirmed over the PDA.
"Dad, stop. Mom -" I pointed behind me to my mother, who rolled her eyes. "Won't let me go on this mission!"
Dad looked behind me at my Mom, and they seemed to be having some kind of non-verbal communication going on.
As the silent conversation continued, the rest of the team came in.
"Natasha. Clint. Nadya." Steve acknowledged my Mom, Dad, and I while sitting down with the rest of the team.
We all nodded a hello and then went back to the argument.
"I agree with her. No mission." I gaped as he was handed a packet of papers holding the mission's details.
"Dad! You're supposed to be the cool one!" Tony, Steve, Bruce and Thor all smirked at my comment but I brushed it off.
"I am the cool one." That received a few eye rolls from the others.
"Then why won't you let me go?" I asked, snatching the papers from my father and holding them behind my back.
"Nadya. Give those back."
"Not until you tell me why I can't go!" I demanded as he stepped closer to me. I stepped back.
He hesitated for a moment. "You're too young."
I slammed the papers down on the table.
"That is motherfucking bullshit." I clenched my jaw and my mother stepped beside my dad, handing him her papers.
"Language." Both my parents said, while I got a surprised look from Steve, who still wasn't used to having people use this kind of language.
"But what the hell! I'm turning eighteen in two weeks! That's how old you were when you joined SHIELD!" I yelled, and behind my I heard Tony tell Bruce to 'pass the popcorn'. I rolled my eyes.
"Nadya. You're not going and that's final." My mom grabbed my arm and I shook it off.
"Ah, what's this? Little Nadya can't go on a little mission?" I whipped my head around to see the biggest idiot that ever lived.
Otherwise known as Landon. He's pretty much that annoying asshole that everyone knows.
If you think Tony Stark is a jerk, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
"Shut up." I hissed at Landon, and then averted my attention back to my parents. "I've been training since I was five and you still won't let me do anything!" I yelled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"That's not true. We let you come on a mission that one time." My mother noted, giving a triumphant grin.
"What the hell? No you did not!" I waved my hands in the air, trying to show how frustrated I was. "We were out getting breakfast, and some guy robbed a bank and all you let me do was sit there and hold the doggy bag! Then right after, you took it from me because you thought I messed something up!"
That earned a few chuckles from the team.
"I'm sorry Nadya. But you can't go. That's final." My mother stood, along with the rest of the team.
"Why does Landon get to go and I don't?!" I asked, pointing at the wide eyed jackass in the corner of the room.
"Because his parents let him. And I don't know if you noticed, but we're your parents. And we're saying no." My father argued, and started walking towards the door. "We'll talk about this later Nadya. We need to go."
I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to blow.
"I hate you! I wish you were dead!" I screamed after them. I could see my parents shaking their head and could picture them rolling their eyes.
I let out an exasperated sigh.
I don't even know where to begin.
When I was younger, I didn't grow up with "loving grandparents" or a "safe, cozy environment". I grew up in SHIELD. The government's top secret program for unnatural things.
Instead of having a normal family, I had possibly the weirdest one you could think of.
I grew up with Natasha Romanoff, a highly trained assassin, as a mother, who taught me martial arts, shooting, and gymnastics since I was three.
I grew up with Clint Barton, an amazing archer, who threatened to shoot a guy's head off with an arrow when a guy stood me up for a date.
I grew up with Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy (also known as Iron Man) who somehow found a soft spot for me, and has spoiled me rotten since the time I was born.
I grew up with Pepper Potts-Stark, a super organized personal assistant, who helped me with girly things, like shopping, and girl troubles, a field where my mother lacked in.
I grew up with Thor, a Norse god, who although being tough, was a softy at heart and brought me back relics from different planets and let me braid his hair at tea parties when I was younger.
I grew up with Steve Rogers, a super soldier, who came and danced with me whenever either of us felt lonely.
I even grew up with Bruce Banner, who turned into the amazing Hulk when he got angry, who just laughed and continued with me when I was five and he found me coloring on his equations.
But as abnormal as it is, I wouldn't have it any other way. I loved this weird family. And the reason was probably because I knew that I would someday be a part of it too.
I've always dreamed of fighting crime along with the Avengers. Helping them out, but apparently, my mother and father didn't want it to be like that.
I scowled and stalked down the hallways to my room, where I slammed the door behind me. I quickly changed into a loose t shirt and athletic shorts, grabbed my iPod, and stomped down to the gym. Right now all I needed was a good workout.
When I arrived it was empty, to my delight, and I started out the workout with a three mile run.
Running felt amazing. It felt like I was just able to get away from my troubles. Run away from them. Run away from my parents, school, everything.
After wards, I taped up my hands, like I had seen Steve do a million times before, and started punching the bad that hung down from the ceiling.
I could see why Steve liked to do this. I punched along with the rhythm of my music, and hit the bag repeatedly.
God. Why did my parents not let me do anything? I've been shooting a bow and arrow since before I could walk. I've been doing martial arts since I was five, and I've been able to beat every one I've gone up against since I was seven. Hell, I'd even taken up shooting, and I haven't missed the bulls eye of a target for two years straight.
I was almost eighteen, and they were still treating me like a baby.
I mean, Landon was only four days older than me, and he got to go on all of these missions? All he had was a suit like Tony. And he couldn't even use it properly! I haven't gone a month without hearing a crash and finding out that Landon had rammed into a wall while testing out his suit.
I started punching harder and harder until with one last hit the bag flew off the hook and onto the ground, like I had seen Steve do a million times before.
I laughed when I thought I was comparing myself to Steve. I was five foot six inches, so average height, I was of petite frame, and had soft red curls like my mother.
Yup. I'm like a female look alike of Captain America.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my arm and checked the time on my iPod. Four twenty two pm. Had I really been working out for two hours?
I sighed and made my way back to my room. My mom and dad would be home soon and I might as well freshen up before the big lecture they would give me.
After peeling off the sweaty clothes I had on, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water relax my muscles. After a long shower, I pulled a fresh set of clothes on, and settled down onto my bed.
I snatched my school work off the side table next to me and went to the next page of my math textbook, scribbling down answers as I went.
Surprisingly enough, I actually liked school. Part of it being that Bruce was my teacher, and I got to spend three hours a day with a genius doctor, the other part being that I knew SHIELD would give me a job in the lab (if my parents didn't let me become an agent), if I went to college and got a good degree. Of course I would go to a close university, so that I could help out around SHIELD if needed.
The one part I didn't like about school though, was that even though I got to spend with a genius doctor, I also had to spend time with Landon, who also took lessons from Bruce. Luckily, I only had the rest of this year (senior year) to spend cooped up in a classroom with the idiot.
As I was just finishing up, a soft knock on my door interrupted me.
"Come in." I said sighing, expecting it to be my parents.
I was surprised to see it was Tony, with a few cuts and bruises, who had obviously just taken the suit off from the mission.
"Hey, Nadya." He said, stepping in the doorway and sitting on the edge of my bed.
"What's up?" I asked, setting my things down beside me and sitting criss cross.
Tony fidgeted and continued. "We need to talk to you." He said in a soft voice. Woah. This was nothing like Tony. Usually he came in with a smile on his face and an inappropriate joke on his lips.
"Um, okay. About what?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
He twiddled his thumbs. "About your parents." I let out a frustrated sigh.
"No way. They cannot have someone else come in and try to lecture me. If they want to talk to me, they can come in here and talk to me." I picked up my stuff and continued doing my homework.
"No, Nadya. I'm not here to lecture you for your parents. Something..." The pause in his sentence made look up from my lap and raise an eyebrow again. "Something happened Nadya. Something bad."
I gulped and tears immediately sprung to my eyes. I blinked them away and stood up.
"What happened?" I asked in a timid whisper.
"Let's go to the living room." Tony stood up and I bolted out my room and up the stairs to the living area.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw all the team, even Landon, sitting with sad looks on their faces.
I gaped at what could have happened and then I realized that my parents weren't here. I looked around again and still didn't find them.
I sat down next to Pepper on the couch and looked around at everyone staring at me. When Tony walked in and sat down on the other side of me, I found my voice.
"Where, where are my parents?" I asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. I caught Pepper's gaze and she gave me sorrowful look and gave a comforting pat on my shoulder. No one answered.
"Tony? Where are they?" I asked again, a little louder, turning my head towards them.
He swallowed and raked a hand through his dark hair.
"Nadya..." He started as a tear fell out the corner of my eye.
"Where?! Where the hell are they?!" I screeched, finding myself very angry all of a sudden. I stood and glared at Tony. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Bruce standing behind me.
"Nadya." Tony started again and this time found the courage to finish. "They were killed in action."
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