We arrived at what Thor and Natasha called HQ. I scoped around the place, looking at everyone and everything. Some grown ass man was in tights. The other with a big ass star on his chest. I laughed a bit when I caught Natasha giving me a disapproving look. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed, "what?" to her and she rolled her eyes. I kind of liked when she did that. Then again, I just thought she was nice to look at.

They brought me over to small office like room, where a man in a nice suit sat in a nice, comfortable office chair.

"Coulson," Natasha said. "This is Hardaway."

I looked at the guy and smiled and waved.

His eyebrow raised and he dropped his file on the desk and coughed. "Is this a joke?"

I gave him a hard stare. "Do you want me to shove my foot up your ass?"

"Calm down, young one" Thor said as he turned to Coulson. "Phil, he is of good use to us. He possesses the powers which we need on our side."

Coulson stood up and walked over to me, a hand rubbing his chin. "This guy?"

Natasha nodded. "It's hard to wrap your head around it, isn't it?"

Coulson shook his head. "I've seen this kid before on the news. He's no different than any other criminal."
"With all due respect, Captain Faggot, I'm not a criminal." I piped up, a sly grin on my face.

"I can't tolerate him, Natasha. If you want him on the team, so be it. But I refuse to interact with a delinquent."

Natasha looked at me, then at Phil. "Coulson, he'd be a good addition to the team. He just needs to learn how to respect people."

I laughed. "I don't need to respect anyone."

"Natasha!" Phil yelled. "Go teach him respect. Come back to me when he's learned it. Til then, I don't want to see this asshole."

I blew him a kiss and Natasha smacked my mouth. "Why do you enjoy hitting me?"

She smirked. "It's fun, really."

"right" I followed her down the hall and into another room where she closed the door. I noticed Thor was no longer with us. "Where's the blonde princess?"

She gave me another hard look. "He's getting to real work while I babysit your annoying ass".

"I can't be too annoying if you've worked this hard to get me here." I smiled at her.

She grabbed me by my jacket collar and pulled me close to her. "Listen here, Hardass. If we didn't need you, I wouldn't even give you a second thought. So shut up, and take orders."

She let go of me. I fixed my jacket and sat down in the seat, looking up at her. I had to admit, she was a fine looking woman. I might just make a move she may not like if she keeps playing rough with me.

"Alright, so now what?" I asked, looking at Natasha as she opened files and files, obviously searching for something.

"Your father aids Victor Von Doom in his crimes. We need to stop him. Both of them. But we need questions answered and your father is the only one who knows Doom well enough to answer such questions."

I followed along, my brain already formulating ideas and plans.

"That's where you come in. I need your help getting your father here. And interrogating him. And you can see when he's lying and when he's not."

I looked up at her, smiling. This time, I wasn't trying to be an asshole. I was smiling because she gave me a purpose. And it felt nice to have a purpose.

"What?" she said, a shy smile appearing on her lips.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"We'll get on this as soon as they give you some basic training and what not." Natasha said, looking relieved to find the file she seemed to have been looking for. She tossed the file at me. I opened it up, looking at the photo of a man, with the caption "Hardaway". It was my father. I'd never seen him before. And unfortunately, I looked much like him. I frowned and put the file down on the desk.

"You've never met him?" she asked me, almost coincidentally.

I looked up at her. "No. Never. He walked out when I was just a baby."

She stared at me. I stood up and opened the door. "Can we get food? I'm hungry."

She smiled. "Of course we can."