AN:
I do not own the Avengers. All of them belong to Marvel.
The kids are my characters.
Location: Stanley High School, Manhattan, New York City, New York
It was great running through the completely deserted school. Well, it would have been great if we weren't being chased by the KGB. Luckily, we had the advantage of knowing the layout of the school better than they did. Eventually, we shook them off around the technology labs, stopped running and caught our breath. We're all athletic anyway, but it's a different thing running away from a foreign government agency who are trying to kill you.
"Is everyone alright?" I asked, my big sister instinct kicking in. The others nodded, despite their tiredness. "Good."
"Do you think we lost them?" asked Chloe.
"We know this place better than they do." I said. "Yes, I think we lost them."
"So, what's the plan?" asked Erik. Chris, Ben and I looked at each other. The three of us share the leadership of the group.
"Andy, Nathan, do either of you know how to make a bomb?" I asked. They both looked at me weirdly. I suppose it was a weird question, but we let it slide under the circumstances.
"What?" asked Andy.
"You heard me. Do either of you know how to make a bomb?"
"I don't." said Nathan. "But Andy probably does."
Of course he does. Uncle Tony used to make nuclear weapons and Howard Stark was one of the SSR's scientists back in World War II. Making weapons seems to run in the Stark family.
"Yes, I do." said Andy. "All I need is some baking soda and vinegar."
The tech labs were near the science labs, so we went into the nearest one and Andy raided the supply cupboard and got out some baking soda, vinegar and containers. It was a sign of the seriousness of the situation that neither Nathan or Ben objected to Andy raiding the school supply cupboards. Then again, Andy wouldn't have cared anyway. There was noise in the distance which meant that the KGB had caught up with us.
"Hurry up!" I exclaimed.
"Alright, alright!" he answered.
He put the baking soda and vinegar into a container and covered it with a smaller container. He took it in his hand and moved to the doorway.
"Wait until they're close enough." I said, putting my hand up.
5...
The KGB weren't making the slightest bit of effort to keep quiet. Well, they were, but my psychic powers increase my senses.
4...
The KGB were quietly conversing with each other in Russian.
"Она не может быть, что опасно." (She can't be that dangerous) said one man.
"Она дочь Черной Вдовы." (She's the daughter of the Black Widow) said another man. "Вы знаете, что она способна." (You know what she's capable of)
"Это верно." (That's right) said a third man. "Если она опасна, то и Эбигейл." (If she's dangerous, then so is Abigail)
Wait...what? What does Petrovich want with me? Yes, I'm the daughter of Black Widow. Yes, he's the Director of the KGB. Yes, she was trained by them since childhood.
But still. This is just getting creepier by the minute.
3...
"Abby?" I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the others again.
"Sorry, what?"
"Are you alright?" How ironic that it was my brother who was asking.
"Yeah." I said. "I'm...I'm fine."
He looked at me disbelievingly.
2...
"Hey, when does that thing actually blow up, anyway?" asked Erik.
"In about..." Andy looked at his watch. "One minute."
1...
Andy rolled the container out into the corridor. Sure enough, it exploded and the KGB agents stopped and tried to find their way out of the smoke. We crept out.
"Стоять!" (Freeze!)
Oh, crap.
Our childhood training automatically kicked in. I turned to the man who had spoken, grabbed the barrel of his gun and used the same disarming technique Mom had used earlier. I held the barrel and whacked him hard on the side of the head. He fell to the floor, unconscious.
"One down." I said.
"About nine more to go." Izzy said.
Chloe and Peter pulled their retractable crossbow and compound bow out of their bags, loaded them with arrows and shot down six more KGB agents.
Three more left.
Unfortunately, at some point they must have called for backup, as seventeen more agents rushed towards us.
"Uh oh." said Peter. "This isn't good."
It was now nine kids vs. twenty highly-trained, fully armed KGB agents.
Then again, so were we.
We split up: Andy and Nathan; Erik, Ben and Chris; Chloe and Izzy; Peter and I. Andy had got hold of lots of his Stark Tech weaponry that he's been building since the age of four (that's what happens when you're the son of Tony Stark). Nathan, thankfully, hadn't turned into the Hulk but he had learned to use the Hulk's strength whilst still in human form. Good. Although Nathan knew how to control the Hulk, we didn't really need the school to be destroyed that way. Peter and Chloe were still shooting arrows. Erik was hitting stuff with his hammer, a miniature Mjolnir. Ben was using his shield to deflect bullets and to disarm the KGB. Chris, Izzy and I were using hand-to-hand combat, martial arts, guns and knives.
Our parents are, understandably, so paranoid and overprotective that they make us bring weapons to school.
It took a long time to defeat the KGB, despite having knowledge of combat.
"Abby!" Izzy called. "Duck!" I got down as she swung a machine gun into the stomach of an attacking KGB agent. I spun round into a crouching position, pulled my gun out of its holster, stood up and shot him in the face before he could do anything else.
It was a few minutes later when things really went weird. The surviving agents seemingly admitted defeat and went off to the main hall. I looked around and saw that everyone was exhausted, even Ben with his super soldier DNA that he inherited from Uncle Steve.
"You ok?" I asked him. He nodded. "Good. Because we don't really need Captain America Jr. to give up." He smiled at that. The atmosphere lifted and we all caught our breath. As I looked round the blood-stained corridor, my mind wandered back to the conversation I had overheard the KGB having.
Why were they after me in particular?
"Peter?"
"Abby?"
"Do you get the feeling that...that this could be a trap?" I told them about the conversation that the KGB had been having and that Ivan Petrovich said that Mom had better be more worried about me.
There was a long moment of silence, then finally Chloe spoke:
"Look, maybe we should just go and ask Aunt Tasha about it."
"Are you crazy?" asked Andy. "The whole of the KGB are there!"
"Technically, it's not the whole of the KGB." she replied, even though we all knew that he was exaggerating as usual. "Besides, we're Bartons, and Bartons stick together."
"Chloe's right." said Izzy. "And Aunt Tasha's ex-KGB. She'll know what to do."
We picked up the guns of the now unconscious/dead KGB agents and ran back to the entrance hall, where we saw a similar scene of unconscious/dead agents.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, getting straight to the point. "Why is Petrovich targeting me specifically?"
"Oh..." said Mom. "Er...no reason..."
"Mom, it's pretty obvious that you're lying!" I said. "And don't deny anything. Petrovich told the KGB that I'm as dangerous as you..."
"Which is true." said Uncle Tony.
"And it seems that they're specifically targeting me for a reason!" I finished, ignoring him because sometimes that's the best thing to do with Uncle Tony. And Andy, for that matter.
"I'll tell you later." she said. "Right now, we need to get out of here."
"Mom..."
"Later, Abigail!"
"Ok, fine!"
"Right." said Aunt Maria. "Now that we've got that out of the way...how about we get out of here?"
"Good idea, Mom." said Chris. We all started to move towards the doorway but were blocked by even more KGB.
"Really?" I asked. "Don't these guys ever give up?"
"Apparently not." said Izzy.
Uncle Tony, being in his Iron Man suit, fired a blast of energy at them. They flew backwards into the air.
"We should get back to base." said Uncle Nick. "Get the kids to the Quinjet now!"
"The Quinjet?" asked Andy. "What's a Quinjet?" We were all taken outside - dodging the KGB - and saw, on the playground of the school, a big black jet. "Oh, that's a Quinjet."
"Nice jet!" Izzy and I exclaimed.
"Thanks." said Aunt Maria.
"It's shiny." I said.
She looked at me, confused. Izzy and exchanged glances and laughed. We all went inside the Quinjet and Mom and Dad flew it away from the school.
"How do we even all fit in here?" asked Chloe.
"Its cargo space was designed large enough to fit a large number of people in it." Aunt Maria replied.
"Oh."
Of course, we've hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. so we already knew that. The Quinjet is the most advanced combat and transport jet on the planet, which was designed by the Wakanda Design Group. It has Vertical Take-Off and Landing - VTOL - engines to help it get airborne. The turbojet engines can reach speeds of Mach 2.1., and the entire hull is armour-plated and can withstand the impact from an RPG and only take minimal damage.
Now that's impressive.
"Where are we going, anyway?" asked Chris.
"To our base." replied Uncle Nick. "The Helicarrier."
AN:
There's a reason why Petrovich is mainly targeting Abby, but you'll find that out in a later story. I'll put a reminder at the start of that story for this.
Thank you to Google Translate for the Russian translations.
Abby and Izzy are Browncoats, so you may see quite a few Firefly and Serenity references.