Author's Note: Oh, three days! The wait is no longer! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favourites for this story! Again, my question still stands, which title should I use? I'm really conflicted about this.
Do you guys even read my author's notes? I feel like you're ignoring me sometimes...
Maria, Natasha making more appearances will definitely happen. It's going to help move the story along...
Who Says It's A Rebellion, wow, thanks! And yeah, I realize that. Plot hole...but although Natasha has loads of defence tactics to prevent discovery of her true identity, the thunder from last night had kept her awake and her senses were pretty dulled. Thanks for reading!
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Rated [T]
For language. (This may change later.)
The cawing of ravens woke Natasha up. Looking through the gap at the bottom of the door, the sun was just beginning to rise. It couldn't have been later than six in the morning. Natasha rolled out of bed and started her morning routine. The wooden floorboards creaked under the sudden weight.
First, Natasha rolled her hair into a high bun and held it in place with hair pins. Her large hat could cover the rest. She then put on her outfit, which was a large white puffy shirt and dark pants with a large black coat. Add on the fake moustache and Nathanial's body was ready.
The crew was still sleeping, so Nathanial went on. He walked off his ship and went off to where the S.S. Hawkeye was docked. It was time for a little payback.
"Clint?" Nathanial knocked once. A tired sounding moan was his reply.
"I'm coming in." He declared, pushing the door open. Clint never bothered to lock his door.
"Morning."
"Why so early, Nathanial?" Clint rolled over to face his friend.
"Miss me?"
"What happened yesterday?"
"I didn't feel so good."
"Really? Captain Romanoff…didn't feel good?"
"It wasn't the best day." He shrugged.
"Hey, where's your sister?" Clint asked. When he said that, his eyes shined brightly, like he was in love.
"Is this love, Captain Barton?" Nathanial smirked.
Clint sighed. "Where's Natasha?" He looked behind Nathanial, as if she could have been hiding behind him.
"She had to go back." The captain lied. Clint's face fell into a sad pout.
"Anyway, we have a day until we're heading out again…" Nathanial tried to cheer him up.
"We could relax and fish." Clint suggested, perking up.
"Are you sure? Last time, you fell in." Nathanial gave him a look.
"Because it was windy and I'm pretty sure Tony pushed me." Clint protested.
"Don't blame me if you got soaked again." He shrugged.
"I'll only blame Tony. Can you get Steve and Bruce?"
"You better hurry.
Nathanial left Clint alone and walked to America, Steve's ship. He walked to Steve's door, which was closed. Being the good friend he is, Nathanial barged in. Steve yelped, startled, and fell back on his chair.
"Nathanial! What're you doing here…?" Steve stood up and brushed the dirt off of his shirt. His eyes glanced shortly at his desk, which was covered in paper. Carefully, he inched closer to his desk to try and cover his papers.
"We're going fishing. What are you doing?" Nathanial walked towards Steve's desk, but he stepped in front, blocking with his incredibly large chest.
"Nothing much, just draw- checking over the routes for tomorrow."
"I know your secret." Nathanial said.
"W-what are you talking about?" Steve's eyes moved around nervously. He tugged on his collar, suddenly feeling quite warm.
"Steve. Please. We all know that you draw. It's nothing to be ashamed about."
"But…"
"But nothing. We've actually been dying to see your drawings."
"It's just doesn't seem proper." Steve protested.
"If anything thinks it's not proper, us, your friends, can always beat them up." Nathanial said.
If you think being a pirate captain who draws isn't proper, you'll freak out when I tell you my secret. Nathanial thought to himself.
"Well, then let's go fishing. I'll show you my drawings someday." Steve exhaled. He moved towards the door and out of the corner of his eye, Nathanial saw the drawing of himself yesterday as Natasha.
Nathanial and Steve went outside, to the dock. Thor and Tony were already there with Clint.
"I'm going to get Bruce, you guys start." Nathanial walked off to Bruce's boat,
Bruce was at his ship as expected. Nathanial walked aboard the S.S. Hulk, named after Bruce's older brother, who died in an unfortunate accident at sea. Bruce always blamed himself, that he should have called him back. They had a fight before his brother went off and was never heard from, assumed dead.
Nathanial walked into Bruce's room, where he was meditating on his bed. It was a way to relieve stress.
"Bruce? We're going fishing again. You're coming along." Nathanial said.
Bruce opened one eye.
"What if I say no?"
"I'll persuade you." Nathanial smirked. Their friends all knew just how persuasive he could be.
"Fine. No need to take your sword out. I'm not in the mood for a duel." Bruce sighed, stepping off his bed. Nathanial's hand had been slowly floating to his sword.
"See you at the dock. The rest have most likely started." Nathanial said, closing the door behind him.
Captain Romanoff was right; the other Avengers had started fishing. Someone had gotten more ale from S.H.I.E.L.D and they were drinking happily.
"Boo!" Nathanial snuck up behind Tony, who was teetering at the edge of the dock.
"Ahh!" Tony yelled and losing his balance, fell into the blue waters.
"Gotcha!" He grinned, high-fiving Clint also.
"Payback, Stark!" Clint stuck his tongue out.
Tony shot death glares at Nathanial and Clint, who were still laughing. Thor was chuckling loudly, Steve was trying to supress a grin and Bruce had a faint smile on his face.
"Traitors." Tony added before climbing up the side on a ladder.
"Tony. You have some…" Steve pointed to the top of his head.
"What? Glorious hair?"
"No, seaweed."
"What? Get it off!" Tony exclaimed, shaking his head around, dotting everyone around him with droplets of water.
"Calm down, it's seaweed." Steve rolled his eyes. Tony could be so overdramatic sometimes. He reached over and plucked the piece of seaweed off Tony's hair and flung it back into the ocean.
"Now I think we have scared away all the fish." Thor peered into the water.
"Why don't we just call it a day? We're going out tomorrow anyway." Bruce suggested.
"I suppose. No fish for dinner, though." Clint said.
"I don't feel like fishing anymore, since Tony has probably given all the fish heart attacks." Nathanial said.
"As I recall, you scared me in." Tony glared.
"And I don't regret it." He smirked.
"Where's your sister?" Tony asked.
"Natasha? She went back. And also off limits." Nathanial gave a warning glare to each of them. He was Natasha, and it felt awkward for her friends to be crushing on her, if they knew the truth.
"Yeah, right. One look at this face and I'll have her in my bed." Tony flashed his signature grin, one that had many women racing to get in his bed for years.
"You guys met yesterday, right?" Nathanial smiled knowingly.
"The Stark charm wasn't on." But that was a lie. In reality, Tony was attempting to flirt with Natasha, but she actually knew him.
"Still off limits."
"We'll see." Tony mumbled.
"What was that?" Nathanial glared menacingly.
"Nothing." He said. "But your sister is still hot. Ow!" Tony stopped after Nathanial reached over and punched his arm.
"I know what it is like to care and be protective over a younger sibling." Thor said quietly.
"I thought you were an only child?" Steve asked.
"Only by blood." He said.
"Wait, what?" Clint was confused.
"It is a tale for another time."
They all gazed curiously at Thor, but left the subject alone. It seemed like a touchy subject for him and he would bring it up again when he felt comfortable.
The Avengers parted ways, to prepare for tomorrow. Nathanial headed for his ship after a long day of getting everything ready. He needed a bath. Slipping inside his room carefully, he took his disguise off and was Natasha again. The hot bath water both soothed and burned her aching muscles. Scrubbing her hair, Natasha thought about tomorrow. She wasn't religious, but she prayed it would go well. With Loki on the loose, shipments could be a risk, but the plan had to go on.
After all, what can pirates be afraid of?
Author's Note: I absolutely LOVE the ending line here. Next chapter; full of action and adventure, I guess. Unless I decide to show a bit more of the character's backstories...who knows?
I'm starting school on the fourth, and that sucks, because high school starts earlier than I'm used to, which is the seventh, for elementary. Gosh! I am so nervous! Anyway, ignore my rant. I just needed to get that off of my chest.
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