A/N: I don't own the Avengers or any content other than the invented story line and the OC's.
*- talking along the coms

Chapter 1: On the jet home, STRIKE team huddled around the cargo pit, trying to sink as far back into their seats as physically possible, as Jaymes and Brock flew them. All of the agents in back were joking around and shoving, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere, whilst Brock and Jaymes tried to keep the jet steady in the storm. Lightning flashing and thunder cracking broke through the sky forcing the Jaymes to have to steer around and keep from being struck, all the while trying to see through the rain.

"Damn it!" Jaymes screamed while wrenching the controls to the left. "Brock! Call into S.H.I.E.L.D., tell them we're going to be coming in hard. Attention STRIKE team... Buckle up, we might die on this part!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. this is Charlie Foxtrot requesting permission to land on helicarrier plea- SHIT!" Brock yelled.

"Charlie Foxtrot what is your dilemma?" The S.H.I.E.L.D. operator questioned.

"We are flying blind in a storm, the lightning just took out the radar. Rain and clouds are too thick. Charlie Foxtrot requesting permission to land. ETA 5 minutes, systems failing, I repeat, systems failing!" Jaymes shouted.

"Charlie Foxtrot?" The operator questioned with no response. "Charlie Foxtrot?... Agent Rogers! Come in!"

Back on Helicarrier*

"Agent Rogers come in! Agent Rumlow... Agent Rogers, please come in!" The com operator yelled.

"Rogers?! Agent Rogers? Wait, what happened?!" Yelled Agent Hill.

"Agent Hill! Agent Rogers and Agent Rumlow are not responding, they were in the storm clouds only 30 seconds ago. Charlie Foxtrot had system failures then they didn't respond."
"Director Fury! Charlie Foxtrot is unresponsive!" Hill called over to the Director who was currently debriefing the Avengers who were all sitting around the large circular table. They all looked up completely confused as to what was going on.

"Hill, which team was out in Charlie Foxtrot?" Director Fury questioned, seeming almost uncaring about the situation.

"Sir..." Hill hesitated while looking over at the avengers. Two in particular she was looking at, Hawkeye and Black Widow who both had emotionless looks while sharpening knives and arrows respectively.

"Hill, spit it out! I don't have all day." Fury snapped, turning back to face her.
" Sir... the team aboard the jet was STRIKE team alpha."At this Fury paled as much as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. could pale, while Hawkeye and Black Widow froze up. Clint's hand flying to the chain around his wrist with the mockingjay charm.

"Is Agent Rogers the pilot? Tell me she is." Natasha demanded.

"She is, but what does that have to do with anything?" The com operator demanded.

"Agent Rogers is the best pilot S.H.I.E.L.D. has, she is completely determined to not end up like her father. That means..." Natasha broke off when turning to the windows facing the landing strip. "She'll make it, she won't go down."

Clint had paced to the windows at this point with the arrow he had been fiddling with in one hand and the other placed against the window. Steve, who had just been sitting, stood suddenly with a confused look on his face.

"Rogers? Excuse me, but Director? Who is she?" Steve never heard of or met this agent that shared the same last name as him.

"Captain, you and I are going to have a talk later. For now, I want every communications officer scanning for the plane. Now. Thor, you go out and stop as much of this damned storm as possible."

"Excuse me Director of Fury. This storm seems to be a natural occurrence, I am afraid that I will not be able to change the forseen outcome of the oncoming storm." Thor responded.

"Damn it! Nothing?! That whole plane is a fucking conductor and they're all trapped in the middle of the lightning storm. LIGHTNING STORM. Anyone get that? Tormenta eléctrica, грозовой шторм, orage, any other damn languages I need to try?" Clint snapped out while punching the table.

"Clint..."

"No, Nat! I'm not going to calm dow-"

"Clint! Look!" Natasha yelled and jerked his chin towards the windows. Where a quinjet was flying down at not quite landing speed and roughly slamming down on landing gear.

"Son of a gun... She damn well did it." Fury chuckled.

"Sir, if the jet doesn't slow down and soon, they wont stop before the end of the runway. They could crash and hard down into the ocean." Hill stated while staring at the computer screens counting down the distance to the end. "3,000 feet... 2,000 feet... 1,000 feet... Sir!"

"They'll make it!" Fury snapped at the same time as Natasha and Clint.

"Sir... the jet wont be able- Holy hell! She's turning it! She's going to kill them all!" The communications officer yelled!

The jet turned sharply with a wing dipping and scraping along the strip sending sparks flying everywhere and causing the deck attendants to start running and diving for cover. Just as the jet came to the edge, the whole thing came to a screeching halt.

"They actually made it... The bird has landed. *Bridge to deck, Charlie Foxtrot has landed, report to STRIKE team for further instruction.*" Agent Hill ordered before collapsing into a chair. The whole bridge was clapping and cheering as Director Fury just chuckled and shook his head. Turning to Clint and Natasha, he glared and nodded for them to sit back down. Reluctantly they both sat, still tense despite the obvious landing of the jet containing the most important person in the two assassins lives.

STRIKE TEAM

"Tell me everybody is alive!" Jaymes shouted while still clutching the controls and breathing heavily. Rumlow sitting in the co-pilot seat doing the same with the coms system and the dash in front of him.

"Damn girl! Next time there's a storm, I say we stay in Brazil. I liked the crazed guys trying to kill us better than the crazed assassin pilot." Agent Rollins laughed.

At this, Jaymes and Brock allowed themselves to fall back in their seats laughing as the guys started unbuckling themselves while still laughing and clapping each other on the back. Each coming up to squeeze Jaymes arm except for the new guy Mark, who looked green in the face.

"C'mon Marky boy!" Agent Ratliff crowed. "You're almost as green as the Hulk."

"I uhh... I'm not used to landings or flying like that." Mark stuttered this whole sentence.

"You think I am?" Jaymes questioned. "I was just focusing on getting us all back in one piece, I don't normally crash land a quinjet onto a runway that is in the middle of the air."

Mark just nodded as he got up and went to help the rest of the men unload while Rogers and Rumlow dealt with powering down what little power the jet had left. The cargo door dropped open as a team of flight crew and medical ran in and started checking people over for injuries only to be pushed away as each person didn't want medical. Flight crew went up to Rogers and Rumlow and received the report of what happened before telling them that they would deal with the jet. As STRIKE was leaving they were stopped by a member of flight crew.

"Excuse me, Agent Rogers?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd head to the bridge if I were you." He replied while flicking switches at the front of the jet. "Why's that?" She asked, tilting her head.

The Avengers are on board, and from how you landed, I can almost guarantee Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff saw that landing."

"Блин" She breathed out.

Блин-Damn it

*The grammar definitely sucked in this one. Lets not forget that I dont speak Russian, French or Spanish. I used translate so if anything is wrong, I'm not going to be to picky about it. A Clint and Jaymes scene will be in the next chapter, now remember they've been together for 5 years and known each other for 7. Anything that happens in the next few chapters isn't happening too fast.*

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