Audio monkeys! I'm sorry I didn't update this last Friday, I was sick and I could barely get out of bed let alone write a chapter. It had gotten worse as the week went by, but I'm all better and I'm ready to get back at it. I'm so happy for positive reviews it means the world to me. I just started writing chapter 3 and I'll update as soon as possible.
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Chapter 2: Family Reunion
As he continues to stare at his estranged daughter in the interrogation room in front of him, Agent Barton couldn't believe SHIELD identified the girl who saved a room full of civilians and two Avengers. He could not believe it was his daughter. His estranged daughter. He just couldn't believe it. He watched the security footage as his daughter took down five buff robbers. Her fighting skills are very impressive, her calm demeanor is also impressive and how she handles the situation is very what's the word, he's looking for, determined? No, that's not it, but he'll think about it later. He hates to admit it, but she could probably beat the Black Widow in sparring match. However, he can't think like that now, all he could think about it where the hell has she been for the last fifteen years? Agent Barton rubbed his tired eyes and sighed.
"You okay?" He snapped his head to his left and saw it was his partner Natasha Romanoff a.k.a the Black Widow. Her fiery short red hair was neatly combed; her black leather cat suit clung to her perfect body and showed off her curves. She was wearing her signature belt buckle of a red hourglass signified the Black Widow spider. She has two thigh holsters for her guns, she's wearing her signature widow bites gauntlets and wearing black combat boots that goes up to her shines. Her peach skin looks a little flushed and her cheeks have a tint of red color blush. He also noted her baby blue eyes are dilated a little like something surprised or something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he mentally shrugged it off and looked back at the glass window. He could still fee his partner's eyes on him and sighed loudly.
"I don't know what I should be feeling right now." He leaned the palms of his hands against the window ledge and lowered his head. "I don't know if I should feel happy that she's alive or extremely pissed that she didn't bother to give me a call or try to contact me or anything like that." He pushed himself away from the window and started pacing back and forth in frustration.
His partner Agent Romanoff couldn't help, but start to worry about her co-worker. She's never seen him like this before. Although, it never crossed her mind that he has a kid. She never thought Clint Barton a.k.a Hawkeye would have kids. So that leaves her a question to herself, who was the girl's mother? And where is she? "I don't know what to do Nat." Agent Romanoff was snapped out of her own thoughts and looked at Agent Barton who has his hands on his hips and a distraught look. "I don't even know what to say?" She sighs, walks over to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Speak from the heart." He looks at me with his big blue doe eyes and I give him a small smile. He sighs and nods. "I know it's the first time seeing her in fifteen years, but you need to clear your head just until we get her statement and cross her off the list. Director Fury will want to know if she's a threat or not and he will want to talk to her as well."
"Fury is going to hammer her with questions about her disappearance. She doesn't know how to handle him and we don't want her to be stressed as she already is." Agent Romanoff nodded in agreement and sighed.
"I know, that's why I'll be asking the questions as calm as can be and I'll be in the room when Fury is talking with her." She knew her partner won't relax unless he's in the room with her. Agent Romanoff sighed and removed her hand from Barton's shoulder and started to walk away.
"Nat." She stopped in her footsteps and glanced at Barton. She saw that his shoulders sag and he sighed. "Go easy on her." She gave him a small smile and nodded.
"I will. You have my word." He nodded at her and she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She sighs loudly and ran her hand through short red hair. A million thoughts are running through her head about the situation and about Clint's estranged daughter. She knows that Clint wants some answers and so does she, heck everyone wants some answers. The way Clint brought her in, she looked terrified with her hands cuffed behind her back, her eyes wild and in shock, agents starring at them whispering to each other and when she tripped over her own feet, Clint roughly pulled her up and made her walk. She heard the girl let out a soft whimper and tears running down her face. The memory itself Agent Romanoff flinch, she's never seen Clint act like that, well she has, but not in a long time. She knows the girl is terrified and wondering why she's here, so she might as well go in there and get this over with. "Let's get this over with." She muttered to herself and walked over to the next door.
Annabeth's shoulder was throbbing in pain and blood was seeping out of her gunshot wound. Her hands are cuffed behind her back and she is too afraid to move, but she let the tears fall freely. She doesn't know what to feel or the fact she doesn't want to feel anything at all. Her father arrested her and now she's sitting in the interrogation room waiting. She did have a good look at her reflection from the window in front of her. Her shoulder is probably covered with her own blood, but can't really see it because the black leather of her jacket is hiding it, but she could feel it, her hair was all messed up, she could tell it became oily rather quickly and is now in strains of clumps. Her skin was now pale because of the lost blood lose, her wrists are starting to hurt because of the cuffs, her eyes grow tired, but she forces herself to stay awake. She lets out a shaky breath and closes her eyes for a second.
However, she jerked awake as she heard the door open, but as she did, she felt a jolt of pain in her shoulder and gritted her teeth together. She looks away from the door and cursed to herself. "Fuck." She whispered to herself and tries to compose herself from letting out a painful grunt. Annabeth lets out a shaky breath, but fresh new tears run down her face.
"You okay?" The voice was a female so her dad wasn't here. Annabeth takes a moment to respond and answers with a hoarse voice.
"What do you think?" Her voice comes out scratchy and tired; she glanced at the woman in front of her. She looked at she was in her mid twenties or early thirties. She has flawless peach skin, short fiery red hair, blue eyes, wearing bright red lipstick, wearing a black tight cat suit with a zipper in front, she noticed she was wearing black leather fingerless gloves and some kind of gauntlets on her wrists. The realization hit Annabeth in the stomach as she snorted and shook her head. "What do you want?" She whispered to the woman and she crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I want to know you're story." Annabeth snorted and shook her head.
"Having a hard time believing that."
"Why's that?" Annabeth glared at the woman in front of her.
"I'm cuffed behind my back and sitting in an interrogation room, what do you think?" The woman in front of her sighed and uncrossed her arms and leaned forward and rested her arms on the metal table.
"You're afraid," Annabeth's glare became more intense at the woman. "Aren't you?" She balled her hands into fists from behind her back. Annabeth could feel her entire body radiating heat of anger and tensed up at the fact she might be afraid. Even though she is afraid, but she tries not to show it. She wasn't going to show weakness not in front of his woman. She was being watched intensely by the woman and couldn't help, but growl at her.
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to know you're story."
"There is no story."
"Are you sure?" Annabeth snorted at her question and rolled her eyes.
"Why do you want to know?" The woman stared at Annabeth to see if she would break under her intense stare, but she would not break easily. The woman sighed and her face expression softened up a little.
"Annabeth," Her eyes slightly widened a little, but she composed herself, but still continued to glare at the woman. "I want to help you; I want to help with whatever problem you are in, but in order for me to do that, you need to talk to me." Annabeth was fighting with her tiredness; she lost so much blood just by sitting in the metal chair is making her tired. Her eyelids started to become heavy and her breathing started to become shallow. Her body started to become numb and her version started to become blurry. Her head started to become dizzy and the room started to spin. "Annabeth are you okay?" She heard from the woman, but it was muffled. Annabeth's eyes started to close, but she managed to say something to the woman.
"I don't feel so good." With that Annabeth's head rolled back and her eyelids instantly as darkness engulfed her vision putting her to sleep.
"Annabeth!" Natasha yelped, jumped up from her feet and rushed towards her. Natasha slid on her knees and checked Annabeth for injuries. As she was checking for injuries she instantly felt something wet and sticky. She put her hand on Annabeth's right shoulder and saw blood seeping out of her leather jacket. She lifted up the jacket and gasped. Annabeth's shoulder has a bullet wound lodged into her shoulder with the bullet still in the wound. "They didn't check her for injuries." She muttered to herself and suddenly felt angry. "Barton get in here now!" She screamed and the door immediately opened, but it wasn't Barton. It was Pietro. Natasha saw his eyes widened and sped towards them.
"What happened to her!?" Natasha uncuffed Annabeth and her arms limped to her sides. She put two fingers to Annabeth's neck to check her pulse.
"Her pulse is faint. She needs medical attention now!" She saw Pietro gently picked her up in his arms bridal style as her head laid on his shoulder. Natasha got up to her feet put her arm around Pietro's shoulders and her other arm cradling Annabeth's head. Pietro wrapped his other arm around Natasha waist and pulled her in close to his side and Annabeth's head.
"Hold on!" Natasha braced herself for Pietro's speed; she felt a rush of wind towards her face and through her hair. She held on tightly to Pietro as he sped towards the medical station of SHIELD. It didn't take long for them to get there since Pietro's super speed, he abruptly stopped and they heard gasps from a few nurses at Pietro's sudden appearance. Natasha pulled away from Pietro's hold and moved forward.
"Get the medical team now!" The nurses rushed towards them, one of them gestured Pietro to come with them and he put her on the gurney and started working on Annabeth and getting her vitals.
"Get her to the emergency room now!" One of the nurse's yelled, a doctor came running towards them and started barking orders. Natasha and Pietro started to follow them, but one of the nurses stopped them.
"I'm sorry you can't go in there." Natasha started to protest.
"You don't understand, she's the daughter of Clint Barton!" She growled at the nurse, but the nurse seems to be unfazed by her threat.
"I'm well aware of that Agent Romanoff; we are prepared to take every precaution if necessary." With that the nurse turned on her heels and walked away from Natasha and Pietro. Natasha sighed in frustration and ran her hand through her short red hair. She walks over and sits in one of the waiting chairs, Pietro follows and heavily sits too. Natasha rested her elbows on her the top of her knees and buried her face in her hands.
"She's gonna be okay." Natasha peeked through her fingers and glanced at Pietro sitting next to her. She sighs and leaned back in her chair and closes her eyes.
"You didn't see her when Clint brought her in." She then felt Pietro's eyes on her as she recalled recent events. "She looked so terrified like her whole world was turned upside down. More important she saved you and Wanda. We should be grateful that she saved two of our members of the Avengers, not interrogate her and question her whether she's dangerous or not." She sighed and continued to rant on. "Sometimes I think SHIELD lost its morals when they were infiltrated by HYDRA." Natasha glanced at Pietro who nodded in agreement with her.
"It's not easy to forget. They stay with us until we go to our graves. There not gonna risk everything that they just rebuilt, it's too risky." Natasha sighed and nodded.
"You got a point I'll give you that." Before she could reply, her ears perked up at the sounds of footsteps, she looks over Pietro's shoulder and sees Clint Barton enraged as he stomps through the halls of the medical bay. Natasha and Pietro instantly shot to their feet and Natasha steps in front of him keeping Clint from barging in the emergency room. "Don't Clint." She said harshly to him, but he doesn't relax. His breathing turns to heavy panting as he starts to pace back and forth in the halls. Natasha glances at Pietro who shrugged his shoulders and she sighed. 'So much for a family reunion.' She thought to herself as she watches Clint furiously pacing down the halls; she leans against the wall and crosses her arms just below her breasts, leans her head against the wall and closes her eyes. "This is going to be a long night." She mutters to herself only to be responded by her teammate Pietro.
"Yeah no kidding. So much for a family reunion." She nodded in agreement since she thought of it moments ago.
"Agreed."
