I arrived at the training room and unlocked the door with the keys that I always kept with me.

The training room was a large room that was built so agents could improve their skills. The room had a boxing rink that two agents could spar in and targets for archery and knife throwing. There was a smaller room almost like a closet that stored some weapons and tools.

The carrier had an armory but I liked this room better because it stored the smaller knives and some bows with arrows.

I also unlocked the smaller armory and walked inside. I removed a bow and strapped a quiver around my shoulder. Clint taught me everything that he knew about archery and I inherited his perfect aim.

I stood about twenty feet from the target and placed an arrow on the string. I spread my feet apart and pulled the string back, positioning my arms the way that Clint had showed me.

I took a deep breath and let the arrow fly. It cut through the air and struck the target, dead center. I moved to the next target and pulled my knife from my boot. (For about the millionth time :) I flipped the blade open and pulled my arm back.

I launched my arm forward, throwing the knife at the target. It hit maybe an inch from the center. It was a good throw but Clint always told me that an inch could be the difference between life and death.

I walked over to the target and removed my knife , slipping it back into my boot. I queued up the archery training sequence and strung an arrow on my bow. The targets began moving around me. I aimed at one as it circled around me and I let the arrow fly. It struck the target in the center and I fired the rest of my arrows, each hitting their targets in the center.

I practiced for a little while longer but then I got bored so I decided to go back up to the surface. I removed the arrows from each of the targets and replaced them in the quiver and put it all back in the closet.

I found the deck about five minutes after I left the training room. A quinjet was landing across the deck. Natasha got out with Uncle Banner. She smiled when she saw me but I knew that she wouldn't risk hugging me because neither of us knew if an enemy was watching us. I nodded at her and she nodded back with a smile that bled through to her eyes.

Bruce noticed me there and the biggest smile I have ever seen crossed his face. He wrapped me in a tight hug. I haven't seen him in over three years. My sixteenth birthday to be precise. We texted but that was never as good as seeing someone in person.

Nat turned towards us. "Coulson should be here with Steve. In the meantime, we're departing from the deck." She waved her hand over to the bridge that was being lifted.


We were at open sea when Coulson arrived. The jet's propellers whipped my hair around my face. I attempted to brush it away but it kept flying in my face.

Net and I walked over to the jet as it landed and the back door opened.

"Stow the captain's things." Coulson spoke to a crewmember.

"Yes sir."

" Agent Romanoff, Emma, Steve Rogers." I could feel the excitement radiating off of him. You had to be stupid if you didn't sense it.

"Ma,am" He said trying way too hard to be polite.

She looked him up and down as if she were sizing him up. "Hi." Nat said.

"Sup." His politeness betrayed him. He was overwhelmed and I could see it in his eyes.

Nat turned towards Phil. "They need you on the bridge. They're starting face-trace."

He started to walk towards the bridge. "See you both there." He said as he walked away.

"It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. We thought Coulson was going to swoon." She turned towards me and gave me a teasing smile. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"

"Trading cards?"

"They're vintage. He's very proud." I said, smiling off into the distance as I thought of how much Phil loved his trading cards.

Steve saw Bruce looking at some planes. "Dr. Banner." He said

'Yeah hi. They told me you would be coming." There was the slightest edge of nervousness in his voice. If you didn't listen close enough, you might miss it.

"Word is that you can find the cube."

Uncle Banner looked around. "Is that the only word on me?"

"Only word I care about." Steve responded. Natasha had her hand by her ear, signaling that she was listening to her earpiece.

"It must be strange for you, all of this." Uncle Banner said.

"Well, this is actually kind of familiar."

Natasha stepped forward. " Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe." She smirked as the men looked at her in utter confusion.

"Flight crew, secure the deck." The man on the PA said.

The carrier started to move.

"Is this a submarine?" Steve asked.

"Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurized, metal container?" I put my had on his shoulder. Nat and I watched as they both walked over to the edge of the deck. The turbines were being raised from the water and they started turning.

The carrier started to fly up and they both stumbled back.

"No, no, this is much worse." He said and I couldn't help but smile. He always loved cracking jokes. I held my hand out the Bruce.

"Uncle." He turned around and gripped my hand and we walked towards the deck.


The door to the bridge opened for us. It revealed one of the biggest rooms on the carrier. The front of the room was lined with windows and rows of computers were set in the center of the room. In the center of the room stood Nick, in the middle of his circle of computer screens.

There was an agent at every computer each doing a different thing.

Hill was advising most of the agents. "All engines operating. SHEILD emergency protocol 193.6 in effect. We are at level sir." She said to Nick.

"Good. Let's vanish."

"Engage retro-reflection panels." Hill commanded to the other agents.

Fury turned around to Steve and Bruce. "Gentlemen." Steve walked up to him and pulled out his wallet, handing him a ten dollar bill. Fury was always making bets so I assumed this was another.

Nick waked over to Uncle Banner. "Doctor, thanks for coming." He hesitantly shook Fury's hand.

"Thanks for asking nicely. So, how long as I staying?. The nervous edge was apparent in his voice.

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the wind."

"Where are you with that?" Uncle Banner asked Fury. Fury just pointed at Coulson.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops ... If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."

Nat kneeled down by a computer that was displaying her and Clint's agent profiles.

Nat cut in. "That's not gonna find them in time."

At that moment, Bruce left and the Doctor Banner took his place. "You have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?"

"How many are there."

"Call every lab you know. Tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have someplace for me to work?"

"Agent Romanoff, Emma, could you show to his laboratory, please?" Fury spoke to Nat and I.

"You're gonna love it Doc. We got all the toys." Nat said as she walked past us, leading us to the lab.


Author's Note: Another long chapter! 3 down, 2 to go! In case you haven't noticed, Bruce calms down with the presence of Emma. He feels comfortable around her and he doesn't feel nervous around family.

It takes hours to write a fic but only second to follow and favorite. :)