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The New Generation

Chapter Seven

"But sir, please!"

I chased down the hallways of SHIELD, after Director Nick Fury, who currently I was furious at. Ha. Get it? Fury, furious?

Never mind.

"No." He said seriously, taking a right to the offices. I sighed angrily.

"Why?" I questioned.

"You cannot see your parent's files." Director Fury said, as he walked down through the hallway of offices.

"That's unfair. I should be able to!" I whined, as he rolled his eyes – er, eye.

"Barton, go. I don't need to deal with you right now. I have more important things to deal with." He finished and walked into his office, and started to close the office behind him.

"But Director Fury!" I stuck my foot in the door before he could shut it all the way. He sighed and sat down behind his desk, next to the file cabinet of all the files of SHIELD agents. I eyed it curiously.

I stepped into the office and crossed my arms.

"Please." I begged.

"No. There is no reason why you should look at your parent's files, Barton." Director Fury laced his fingers together on his desk and leaned forwards.

I clenched my fist.

"There's a really good goddamn reason. They're my parents and I should at least get to know how they fucking died!" I yelled, while Fury sent me a glare.

Quickly he pressed a button under his desk.

"What the hell are you doing?! Answer me!" I yelled, uncrossing my arms.

In a split second the door opened and Phil walked in through the door.

"Director Fury, you paged me – oh hello Nadya." He nodded in my direction. I turned back to Director Fury, who was just beginning to speak.

"Yes, Agent Coulson. I did page you, because I would like Miss Barton here to get out of my office." He finished, and glared at me and Phil.

Phil sighed. "Come on, Nadya. Let's go." He grabbed my arm and tried to lead me out, but I stood my ground.

"No. I deserve an explanation on how my parents died." I hissed. Phil turned to Director Fury.

"Actually, I'd like to know that too." Phil mimicked me crossing my arms and raised an eyebrow.

Fury clenched his jaw. "Just get out of my damn office. Before I forcibly throw you out." He hissed through his teeth.

Phil and I looked at each other, and then walked out the office. We walked down the hallway and out of the offices, until Phil stopped us.

"Listen. Nadya, you can't go back in there." He said, grabbing my shoulders.

"Why the hell not? How can he not let me know how my parents died?! I can't even read their files! I'm their daughter!" I yelled, exasperated.

Phil sighed. "I know. I want to know too. I'm sorry."

I sighed. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Just live wondering for the rest of my life?" I asked.

"Just give it some time. He'll have to tell you someday."

"Yeah, the day hell freezes over." I snarled. Phil chuckled.

"Just go do something to get your mind off things." He walked off in the other direction and left me standing there.

What the heck was I supposed to do? I can't just 'get my mind off of things'. It's not like my parent's death is just something I can forget about.

I sighed and stalked off to the living room.

Inside, I found Landon typing away on the computer. Silently, I walked up behind him.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, bending over his shoulder and squinting to read the text on the screen.

Landon jumped a couple inches in the air.

"Oh fuck!" He said, turning to face me. "You scared me."

I chuckled and sat down in a chair, leaning my long legs on the table.

"So, what are you looking at?" I asked again.

Landon sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Pranks." I raised an eyebrow and continued. "Last night Bruce, Steve, and Thor all pranked me."

"What did they do?" I asked.

Landon leaned back in his chair. "Steve took push and pull signs and put them on the opposite doors. I spent fifteen minutes trying to pull open a door when it really said push.

"Then Bruce took my keys on my laptop and switched them around, so when I looked down I couldn't tell which key I should have been typing. I spent all last night retyping my report for class.

"Then after having typed up my report, I went to bed at three in the morning. I then found out that Thor had hidden alarm clocks everywhere that went off every twenty minutes, and I spent the rest of the night running around trying to turn off all these alarms."

By the time Landon finished, I was laughing really hard.

Landon glared.

"I'm sorry... those were just hilarious." I said, grinning.

Landon rolled his eyes and went back to the computer.

I frowned. "Come on, Stark. Don't be like that." I poked him in the shoulder with my toe. He batted it with his hand.

"Come on. I'll help you. It'll be like old times when we used prank them when we were little!" I suggested. Landon smirked.

"Fine. But we have to do these today. I need to get back at them as soon as possible." He said and I straightened up in my chair, and scooted over to him.

"Okay, lets do this. We could..."

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"You're sure this will work?" Landon asked, and I nodded.

"Positive. Bruce always has this issue of not paying attention when he walks through a door. He's always talking to himself." I said, as I put the finishing piece of tape up.

I admired my work, to make sure it looked okay, and then Landon piped up.

"Oh shit! Here he comes!" He whispered and pulled me to the side.

Bruce came down the hallway whispering something that sounded a lot like the song 'Single Ladies', and flipping through a stack of papers on a clipboard.

Landon and I exchanged glances of excitement.

Then Bruce walked straight into a shield of plastic wrap, taped from side to side of the doorway of the lab.

He fell onto his backside, and then stood up and examined the door.

"What in the hell?" He asked, and we could see his fist clench.

Landon and I exchanged glances once more. Then, as quickly as we could, we bolted out of there as quickly as possible, because if we got caught, we knew what happened to Bruce if he got angry.

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With Steve, it was going to be a lot easier to prank him.

Considering he was asleep for seventy years, he kind of missed out on a lot of stuff. So for him, we could use a classic prank.

Landon and I sat downstairs in the meeting room, the living room and kitchen surveillance shown on the TV.

"Ready?" I asked. Landon nodded and pulled out his Stark phone, dialing Steve's number with star sixty-seven in front of it. He put it on speaker and set it onto the table in front of us.

"Hello?" We saw Steve on the TV pick up his phone.

"Hello sir," Landon started. "I am from the National Fridge association."

We saw Steve raise an eyebrow in confusion and lean forward in his seat on the couch.

"The National Fridge Association?" He asked, clarifying.

"Yes. We have a very important question to ask you today." Landon cleared his throat. "Sir, is your refrigerator running?" He asked.

We saw Steve stand up. "Let me check, sir." He walked over to the kitchen, opened up the refrigerator door, and stick his hand inside to see if it was cold. "Yes, sir, it appears it is."

Landon and I had to stifle our laughs. I couldn't possibly believe we could prank him with one of the most well known pranks.

"Well, if that's true, you had better go catch it." Landon said in the most professional voice he could. We were both about to burst into laughter.

Steve raised another eyebrow. "Sir, refrigerators don't have legs. How is it possible that they can run? Plus, wouldn't someone notice a fridge running out the door? I don't fully understand this question." Steve rambled and Landon hung up right after wards.

We burst into laughter as Steve inspected the fridge on the TV.

This was definitely helping me get my mind off of things.

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The next prank was definitely my favorite.

We had asked a driver to go out and pick up some blonde hair extensions, and we cut them to the correct length.

"He sleeps in the living room, right?" I asked, as Landon nodded.

"Thor naps from around three to five. And it's four forty five right now. So we only have a couple of minutes."

I grabbed the strands of fake hair and we silently walked into the living room. We found a sleeping Thor, under a blanket that was much too small for him.

We walked up and I nearly tripped over the rug, while Landon held up his index finger to his lips.

I glared and grabbed scattered the hair all over Thor's pillow. His nose twitched and Landon and I ran behind the couch. In a few seconds, he was awake.

"What is this?!" He boomed. "Why is my hair scattered on this cushion?!" We snickered as he lifted it off the pillow.

Suddenly, Tony came through the door.

"What's the matter, hammer time?" He asked, sitting in the couch that Landon and I were sitting behind.

"It appears that my hair has fallen onto this cushion." Thor said.

Tony laughed. "It looks like you're balding, big guy."

Thor's eyes widened. "How is that possible? In Asgard, hair is considered rank! I cannot be balding, that's not possible."

Tony laughed, and Landon and I chuckled silently.

We snuck off as Thor continued to rant about losing his hair.

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"Oh man. That was fun." I said as we sat down onto the couch.

"I know. It was just like when we were younger." Landon agreed. "And it was the perfect comeback to last night."

I laughed. "It was perfect to get my mind off things too." Shoot. Why did I say that? Right as I finished I shit my trap.

Landon raised an eyebrow. "What was on your mind?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"No, obviously there's something." He objected, leaning forward. "What is it?"

I bit my lip. "Fury won't tell me anything about my parents. Not even how they died." I said, looking towards the floor.

Landon sighed. "That's bullshit. You deserve a right to know." He said, leaning back.

I nodded. "I know. And it's ridiculous. He won't even let me see their files."

Landon bit his lip. "I'm sorry." I sighed and leaned my head on the pillow.

"You have nothing to apologize about." I said. We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Want to watch a movie?" Landon asked. I laughed.

"Sure." So we sat in silence, watching a movie.

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"Nadya. Nadya, wake up." Landon shook me awake and I rubbed my eyes.

"What? I was kind of sleeping there." I said, sitting up.

Landon pulled me up from my position.

"Fury isn't in his office, and the rest of the agents are having a coffee break." He said, as I raised an eyebrow.

"And?" I asked.

Landon raised his eyebrow. "So, no one is in the offices." My eyes widened.

I nodded in thanks and hurried down the hallways alone.

I was going to get to see how my parents died.

Silently I moved past the agents on their coffee break, and slipped into Fury's office. I walked over to the huge file cabinet beside Fury's desk and slid open the drawer labeled 'Partners'. I flipped past half a dozen before I found a manilla file that said 'Barton-Romanoff' on the top.

I looked around the office nervously.

Picking the file out of the drawer, I sat down in one of the chairs across from Fury's desk.

SHIELD AGENTS ROMANOFF/BARTON.

AGED: 42 and 44

TALENTS/SPECIALTIES: Romanoff: Master assassin, skilled in martial arts, gymnastics, hand to hand combat.

Barton: Master assassin, skilled with bow and arrow, hand to hand combat.

BIRTHPLACES: Romanoff: Russia, raised in Red Room.

Barton: Unknown, raised in southern circus.

PARTNERS FOR: Almost twenty two years.

PERSONAL INFORMATION: Married to each other for nineteen years, share one daughter, Nadya Aminah Barton, aged eighteen years (see separate file).

Nothing caught my eye. I flipped through medical information, SHIELD identification, and pictures before I saw something that made my mouth drop.

I almost dropped the file.

STATUS: Missing In Action.

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Ooh! Cliff hanger! You guys are going to kill me!

I'm sooooo sorry I didn't update sooner! I've just been really busy! Sorry!

Anyways, I'm going to start this new thing where I have a 'question of the chapter' every time. So here's this chapter's!

Last chapter, I mentioned how Nadya got a green notebook for science. Do you have different colored folders for different classes? I'm pretty OCD about organization, so for example: Math = Red, Science = Green, American Studies/ Social Studies = Purple, etc... Does anyone else do that?

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