AN: Wow... no idea you'd all be so excited about this all ready, haha. It makes me happy! Thanks to those who have reviewed, favortied, followed. It's awesome. I didn't think I'd have an update so soon, but here it is. I have midterms coming up so don't expect anything for awhile, sorry! Loki will be coming up again soon. Just a note, bold in this chapter indicates text messages. I think that's it. I hope you enjoy!

I own nothing but Waverly, Tarra, Tyson, and Remmy.

Chapter Two:

Waverly stepped out of her shower and dried herself off with a flick of her wrists. She put on her pink bathrobe and exited the bathroom. As she crossed her bedroom to her closet, she heard a knock on her door.

"Fury wants to see you." It was Clint. His voice was flat. He must have said this a thousand times since Waverly had become an Avenger.

"Well, he can wait," Waverly snapped. She hopped on one foot, pulling on a pair of jeans. "I'm not dressed."

"Wave." Clint sighed and Waverly heard a 'thunk' indicating her brother was leaning against her door. "You know Fury has no patience with you. You can't keep going against his orders."

Waverly rolled her eyes. She slipped on a light blue button down shirt and buttoned it as she walked to her door. She opened it and Clint tumbled into the room, doing a sort of somersault and righting himself. "Show off." Waverly said, punching her brother in the arm.

"Oh, and that thing earlier where you did the flip and landed on the robber's shoulders, that wasn't showing off?"

The corners of Waverly's lips tilted in a smile. "Maybe a little. What does Fury want?"

"The usual." Clint covered an eye with his hand. In a deep voice, he mimicked the director. "Discipline. She has no discipline. You were never like this! Well, except for the incident with Natasha, but I've looked past that. Insubordination! That's what it is." Clint lowered his hand and smiled, proud with his Fury imitation.

Waverly shook her head. "Tony still does it better."

Now it was Clint who punched Waverly playfully in the shoulder. "Are you sure you don't have a thing for Tony? You always pick his side."

Waverly pulled a face. "Stark?! God, no. Besides, Pepper is my friend. I wouldn't steal her… well I'd say man but Tony has the maturity of a twelve year old."

The archer rolled his eyes and heaved an exaggerated sigh. "You are so not one to talk. Go see Fury before he sends Bruce in here to forcibly bring you to his office."

"Pfft. I could take Bruce."

"Could you take the Hulk?"

Waverly thought for a moment. "Point taken."


Fury's office wasn't on the top floor, Tony had seen to that. If anyone was going to have roof access, it was going to be Iron Man. So, Waverly climbed up to the floor just before the top level. The long, dark, narrow hallways led to Fury's office, Hill's office, what was formerly Waverly's office, and several other rooms that only Fury had access to. Waverly took the familiar path to the director's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Fury's tone was one of restrained calm.

Waverly entered the cavernous room. Fury had spent a great deal of SHILED's budget outfitting his office with state-of-the-art technical toys. The poor man thought he had finally built up a computer database that Tony couldn't hack into. He was hilariously mistaken. So, Waverly had to wind her way through the room to Fury's desk. She stepped carefully over thick computer cables and finally made it to the leather chair in front of Fury's desk. The director was leaning back in his own chair, hands clasped together with a finger to his lips. His one eye was narrowed. He radiated fury. Ha, Waverly thought, Fury is furious.

"I'm not happy with you, Agent Barton." Fury said in a low voice.

"Are you ever?"

Fury's look got even colder, if that was possible. Waverly knew she was pushing it so she sat up a litter straighter and mumbled, "Sorry, sir."

Fury sighed and ran a hand over his shaved dome. "I give orders for a reason, Barton. They are not suggestions. They are orders. I expect them to be followed."

Waverly opened her mouth to argue. Fury held up his hand and continued. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Waverly. You are on thin ice here." Fury caught himself. "Absolutely no pun intended. The council isn't pleased with you. Disobeying direct orders and then going to a bar in uniform?"

Waverly sighed through gritted teeth. Since when did the director care what the council thought? Didn't he directly ignore orders from them back when the Avengers were just getting started? And this whole 'in uniform' thing. Their identities weren't some secret. "Sir," Waverly struggled to keep the resentment from her voice, "With all due respect, I don't think you are one to tell me to listen to what the council has to say. Also, everyone knows I'm Ice Hawk. I don't wear a mask like Steve or Tony. And even though they have masks, everyone knows who they are. Why do I have to pretend I'm not an Avenger?"

Now Fury was the one sighing. "When civilians see you in the uniform, they think there is a situation. Aliens, evil villains, Loki."

Waverly shot Fury a dirty look.

The director heaved another sigh filled with irritation. "You know what I mean. Seeing uniformed Avengers can cause a panic."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Waverly interrupted. "I was in a bar where everyone knows me. I had a drink. How is that causing a panic?" At that moment, Waverly felt her cell phone vibrate against her leg in the pocket of her jeans. Fury was replying to her question, but she wasn't listening. Waverly slipped the smart phone from her pocket and slid her thumb across the screen, revealing a new text message.

From Tarra: Hey Wave. Those guys r here. R u coming down?

Waverly's stomach twisted. She wasn't quite sure why she felt unsettled.

"Are you on your phone?"

"Look, director," Waverly said, rising from her chair. She slid her phone back into her pocket. "I get it. I'm sorry. I won't walk around in uniform any more. I have to go. There's something I need to take care of." Not waiting for Fury to dismiss her, Waverly left the director's office. As she shut the door, she knew this wasn't the end of Fury's rage. She could get an earful later. In all honesty, Waverly knew she shouldn't push Fury's buttons so much, but she was just so resentful. Fury had treated her like an experiment. He had lied to her and kept what she was a secret. Waverly was not about to forgive him for that. Waverly also knew that the only reason she could have such an attitude with the director and not get kicked off the team was the fact that, try as she might, Waverly could never manage to piss Fury off quite as successfully as Tony could. If Stark could stay on the team, then Waverly was golden.

Once she was back at the elevator that would take her to her floor, Waverly pulled her phone out again. She typed a quick message back to Tarra. Make sure they stay there. I have a weird feeling about this. I want 2 know who these dudes are.

The elevator dinged on the floor Waverly shared with her brother and Natasha. She padded barefoot down to her door, having slipped her tennis shoes off in the elevator. In her room, she quickly changed into her specially made boots with pores in the soles. She wasn't sure if these mysterious men were trouble, but still, she wanted to be prepared.


It was a Friday night. The streets of New York were full of people letting down their hair after the stress of the work week. Waverly walked a block away from Avengers Tower before catching a cab that took her to her Tarra's bar. She paid the driver and made her way inside.

At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The bar was full of regulars and a few older couples Waverly hadn't seen before, but that was typical for a Friday night. The juke box was playing The Beetles and Tarra's waitresses were serving fried food and cold beer. The normality ended when Waverly saw the counter. Sitting across from where Tarra was standing, filling shot glasses, were two young men. They had to be no older than Waverly. This was not a young person's bar. Waverly and Tarra were the only people under the age of forty that were ever present.

Tarra caught Waverly's eye and signaled her over. The two men kept their backs to Waverly. As Waverly walked to the counter, she couldn't help but tense up. She took a seat at the end of the counter, next to one of the strange men.

"Waverly," Tarra said, smiling at her friend. "Good to see you here. These guys were asking about you." Tarra gestured to Waverly's right.

Waverly finally looked at the men. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She knew them. Well, she used to. The men were twins, only a year older than Waverly. One was tall and stocky, the other was a little shorter and slim. Other than that, they were identical. They both had shaggy brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. They both smiled at Waverly.

"Waverly, wow it's been too long," one said.

The other nodded. "We walked by here the other night and thought that was you, so we asked the bartender." He turned to his twin. "Told you it was her."

Tarra looked at Waverly with confusion. Waverly wished she could explain but she was having trouble staying conscious at the moment. The twins, she struggled to remember their names, they had been boys at the orphanage. They were taken by the Project X scientists at the same time Waverly was kidnapped. She had repressed the memory of her first friends because of the pain associated with them. She remembered the night the three of them were taken. They were injected in the back of a van that was taking them to the lab. The one twin, the shorter one, he had had an allergic reaction to his serum. It wasn't pretty. The scientists had to restrain the taller twin when they injected him. And then it was Waverly's turn.

Waverly's heart was racing. She clutched the edge of the bar to keep from falling off her barstool. Tarra leaned towards her. "Are you okay?" She asked in a hushed voice.

"I need some air." Waverly stood up and walked out of the bar. The twins had been talking to her but she wasn't listening. Blood pounded in her ears. She felt like she had to throw up. The second she was back out on the street, she sent a text to her brother, telling him to come pick her up. Waverly sat on the cool concrete, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, waiting for Clint.

She wasn't going to be off the hook so easy. The twins followed her out and sat on either side of her. Waverly shut her eyes and dropped her head onto her knees. "I don't know how you found me but I tried to forget all that stuff. Please, just leave me alone."

The taller twin put a hand on Waverly's shoulder. His touch was warm. Waverly didn't like it.

"Listen, Waverly, I know how you feel. It was hard."

Waverly's head shot back up. "Hard?! Ha! I repressed all those memories. I forced myself to forget it ever happened. I don't even remember your names. I know you're the boys from the orphanage, the ones who were kidnapped with me. I want to forget all that."

The shorter twin now placed his hand on Waverly's other shoulder. She flinched under his touch. It was weird, like his hand was there but at the same time it wasn't. "Forget, huh?" He said. "Is that why you walk around blasting bad guys with ice? Come on. You were injected with ice serum."

Waverly sighed and shrugged both boys' hands off her. "It's complicated, all right. After all that Project X shit, a lot has happened."

"A lot has happened to us too."

"Look," Waverly said. She was fighting to keep herself calm. In her mind, she was having flashbacks of her kidnapping and Project X. She was seeing what Fury had done to her. She knew that if her mind kept on like this, she would start having flashbacks of when she murdered Odin and when Loki died. Waverly took a breath. "Look, tall dude."

"Tyson."

"What?" Waverly snapped.

"You said you forgot our names. I'm Tyson and he's Remmy."

Waverly shut her eyes and leaned her head against the bricks behind her. She remembered now. At the orphanage it had always been Waverly, Tyson, and Remmy. The three of them were inseparable. They were best friends. Waverly snapped her eyes back open. "Okay, listen, I don't know what you two want – "

Remmy interrupted. "What we want? Waverly, we're friends. We're practically family. We thought… we thought they killed you."

Looking sideways at Remmy, Waverly saw the pain in his eyes. They had been like family. Waverly remembered. When the bigger kids at the orphanage had picked on her, Tyson and Remmy, though they were only five, had always stuck up for her. If she hadn't repressed the memories of the orphanage and Project X, Waverly probably would have missed them. She probably would have been as sad as Remmy looked. She probably would have wanted to find them too.

Now Tyson was talking. "We know that all this is hard. We pretended it didn't happen, too." Waverly turned to face him. "But we're all each other has. We saw you on the news, with the Avengers. You don't know how happy we were when we found out you were alive."

Remmy continued. "We just had to find you. You're like a sister to us."

Waverly sighed. "You want it to be the three of us again?"

Remmy nodded and Tyson said, "Yes."

"Well what are your powers?"

Tyson and Remmy exchanged a glance. "Ours never worked." Remmy said. "We thought it was because I was allergic to it but Tyson doesn't have any powers either." Tyson shook his head.

"So what is it you want?"

"We want to be a family again," Tyson replied. "We missed you."

At that moment, Clint pulled up. He honked the horn and Waverly saw him look curiously out the passenger window at the two men.

Waverly stood up. "I know you guys mean well," she said, "But those memories are so painful. I… jeeze… I don't know. I have a new family now." She gestured towards Clint.

"Will you think about it?" Remmy asked.

"We miss our little sis," Tyson added, flicking Waverly's ear with his finger.

Despite all the pain and confusion she was feeling, Waverly smiled. Tyson and Remmy had always teased her by flicking her ears when they were younger. "All right," she sighed. She pulled her phone out. "Give me your number. I'll think about it and then we can talk." She typed their numbers into her phone and bid them good night.

Once she was in the car, Clint began firing off questions like he fired off arrows. "Who in the hell were they? What did they want? Did they bother you? I can go back and kick their asses if you want."

Waverly groaned and plopped her head against the window. "Clint, they're from the orphanage."


Tyson and Remmy stood, watching the car with Waverly inside disappear down the New York streets.

"Do you think she bought it?" Remmy asked.

Tyson scoffed. "Yeah. She always was naïve."

Remmy rolled his eyes. "How would you know that? We were five when we met her. We didn't even know what naïve meant."

Tyson punched his brother in the arm. "You know what I mean smart ass."

Remmy rubbed his arm. Where his brother's fist had made contact was as small singed hole in his shirt. "Will you watch it?"

"Sorry," Tyson mumbled. "How long do you think before she calls us?"

"I don't know. Why couldn't we just, ya know, kidnap her?"

Tyson rolled his eyes again. "You saw how she can fight. She needs to come quietly. She believed all that family bull shit. We'll get her." Tyson turned on his heel and walked back to their car.