This is a big one (In more ways than one) WARNING: There may be tears.

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"Damn it! I'm out!" Steve dropped his now useless gun next to him on the floor, wishing he had his shield. Thor was fighting someone across the room and Natasha was trying desperately to take out the turret at the door.

"Steve!" Natasha grabbed her boyfriend's arm, pulling him out of the way just as the turret's gunfire turned to him.

"Thanks Na-"

"We can't fight them off Steve. There's too many of them. Every time we take out one out another one rushes in."

"We just have to wait for Tony-"

"Did someone say my name?" The billionaire's voice echoed into the large room as large guns came out of the wall. "I'd get some cover if I were you."

Gunfire rang out just as Thor dove behind the large desk, joining Steve and Natasha. They tried to ignore the soldier's cries of pain as JARVIS' defense weapons gunned them down. When the Russian screams for backup came to an end Thor took a peak over the top of the desk. The doors were now sealed with large steel walls, backing anymore soldiers from entering the building. The trio stood up carefully.

"Stark! Have you contacted SHIELD yet?" Steve asked, staring at one of the large guns.

"Not yet, JARVIS' outer tower communications are still starting up. But we've got bigger fish to fry. Get your asses to JARVIS' mainframe room, asap."


Natasha quietly knocked on the door, Clint opened it slowly and motioned for the three to come in.

"They got Bruce." Tony said matter of factly, watching a security screen carefully.

"What? Where's Anna?!" Natasha asked her voice filled with an unusual panic.

"She's fine Tasha, look." Clint switched to another channel on the security monitor. Natasha saw Anna, curled into a ball in some sort of control room; the 16 year old looked fast asleep. She sighed with relief.

"There's no one else on that floor, hasn't been since they grabbed Bruce."

"Speaking of the good doctor, where is he?" Clint asked leaning against the wall.

"They're taking him to the ballroom." Tony switched the camera to the large hall the Avengers (Really just Tony) used to host parties in the tower. The soldiers had begun clearing the tables in the room into the hallway. They watched as 3 soldiers entered the room, a large man with a scar led the way while two men dragged Bruce along with them. The Russians shoved Bruce to his knees. One kept his gun pointed at the scientist while the others followed a large Russian man's orders.

"We've gotta save Banner, before something really bad happens to him." Steve said crossing his arms.

"Something really bad? What are you 12?" Tony said rolling his eyes. "Besides, he can't die if they shoot him. He'd just Hulk ou- oh…"

"Yeah. Anybody got any ideas?" Steve asked turning to the team.

"I say we just attack these sons of guns and get them the hell out of my tower."

"Tony, it's not your tow- Never mind. How are we supposed to take out a small army in our pajamas?" Natasha said annoyed.

"JARVIS, is your weapons supply up and running?" Tony asked, watching the security feed.

"Avengers weapon supply fully functional sir."

"Thanks buddy. Deliver a full stock to the main control room will ya? As quietly as possible if you can."

"Yes, sir." The AI complied, opening a panel in the wall. Out of the wall came fresh ammo, a full quiver of arrows, Natasha's widow's bites and Steve's SHIELD. Tony's armor shot from the wall as well. Steve looked around at his team; they were fully equipped, ready to fight.

"Now… let's take these sons of bitches out."


Anna stirred a little bit, her eyes still closed. She tried to shake off last night's nightmare. Large men armed with guns invading her home… Shooting at her… hiding in the walls…

She stirred a little bit more, why did her bed feel so hard? And cold?

She sat up quickly, she was still in the control room. How could she have let herself fall asleep? And for how long?

Anna sat up straight, rolling the crick in her neck.

"Hello Ms. Anna." Anna's voice hitched as JARVIS' voice called into the room.

"JARVIS. Shh!" Anna whispered desperately.

"Ms. Anna, I thought I should tell you. The Avengers are headed towards the-"

"JARVIS I swear to god. Shut the hell up." She begged, her eyes directed straight at the door.

"Что за черт?" Anna jumped, there was someone outside.

"Damn you JARVIS." She thought to herself. Her hands shook uncontrollably as the person outside quickly marched towards the small metal door. She didn't have time to conceal herself back inside the metal panel. Anna's heart beat in her chest as the handle began to jiggle.

She hurled herself at the door, stopping it as best she could just as it cracked open.

"Она все еще здесь! Маленькая сука!" The soldier pushed against the door, he was much stronger that she. By a lot. Anna leaned her back against the door, pressing all of her weight against the door. The soldier reached an arm into the room, wrapping it around Anna's face. His hand wrapped around her Nasal Cannula, ripping it from its place. Reacting quickly Anna bit into his arm, hard.

"AAARGH!" He withdrew his hand out of the room, crying out in pain. Anna took this time to close the door, she fastened the lock on it. Cursing herself for not doing so earlier.

The man kicked the door repeatedly, slamming all of his weight on it. Anna scrambled to put her cannula back into place, coughing while trying to regain her breath. She pushed herself against the back wall; the hinges on the door were starting to give way.

Anna squeezed her eyes shut as the door flew off its hinges, barely missing her. Blindly she fired her pistol more times that were probably necessary until she felt a large weight hit her.

"Ow…" Slowly she opened her eyes and gasped. She screamed at the horrifying realization that the weight was the soldier's still bleeding body.

Anna quickly pushed his heavy body off of her, trying to keep from screaming again. She swallowed, tasting his blood again from when she bit him. Anna looked down at her shaking hands, coated with blood. She wiped them off on his clothes, leaving faint crimson stains on hands and forearm. She felt sick, a strange mixture between feeling faint and like she was going to vomit.

It suddenly became obvious to Anna her hiding spot wasn't much of a hiding spot anymore. Now missing a door with a massive body lying in a growing pool of blood wasn't exactly inconspicuous. Screaming at the top of her lungs hadn't helped either.

Anna knew the man had to have called for backup.

Anna knew she needed a new hiding place.

But Anna didn't know where her hiding place was.

She carefully slid her backpack off of her shoulders and strapped it on backwards, the semi-heavy bag covering her chest instead of back. The green and silver oxygen tank stuck out of the top.

"Any kind of protection is better than nothing…" She told herself. "I just gotta do what they say in the movies… Lay low, stay in the shadows… I'll be fine… I'll be just…" Anna stopped, she felt like she had no reason lying to herself at this point.

Anna wished she had her crutches. She leaned against the wall for support, her hands tightly holding the gun. "Lay low, stay in the shadows… Find a safe place…"


Natasha and Steve took cover around the corner from the large ballroom. The soldiers had emptied all of the tables and furniture into the large wide hallway, probably clearing space for an anticipated fight. Well… they were going to get one.

From his lookout spot in the overhead vents Clint could see the room was full of soldiers, Bruce was on his knees in the corner, being guarded by 6 soldiers that were so steroid filled they looked like something out of Gears of War.

Tony was on his way. He stayed behind to contact SHIELD as soon as the communications were back up.

"Avengers!" Clint jumped as a heavily armed soldier with a scar down his face shouted up towards the ceiling. He was smiling…

"I know you're there. I have a little bit of a… proposition… for you. A trade if you will." Natasha listened carefully, the voice sounded familiar. Eerily so. "You have something we want, and we have your team mate. What we want, for his life."

"What the hell could they want from us?" Clint whispered to himself. Then he realized "Natasha. God damn it. They want her to be their little puppet again. There's no way that's happening."

"Let's settle this like adults." The man said. Clint's eyes widened. Natasha was walking into the room slowly, Steve and Thor following behind her.

"Get down here Clint." She said, her eyes still locked on the scar faced soldier. Clint grappled down from the vent, dropping down next to Natasha, Thor and Steve. The man smiled. "Alright. What do you want?"

"Oh Natalia, I think you know exactly what we want." Suddenly it became clear to her. The man, she saw him 16 years ago. He was the one that took her away. He carried Anna out of the room after she was born. They wanted Anna.

"She's worthless to you. And even if she wasn't…" Natasha smiled a bit, shaking her head. "There is no way in hell we would let you take her."

"We expected as much. You've become weak Natalia; you'd risk the life of your team mate." He motioned towards Bruce. "For a little mistake." Steve practically shook with anger; no one calls his daughter a mistake.

Natasha however didn't let it faze her. The soldier frowned, grabbing his gun. "Well then, I guess we'll have to take her."


Tony flew down the hall as quickly as possible, trying desperately not to hit… everything. He flew in through the large door and saw… basically all hell breaking loose.

Clint was on top of the chandelier sniping with his bow, Thor and Natasha had taken cover behind the ballroom's bar, Steve was fighting about 6 guys at once and Bruce was running around trying not get shot. Tony flew down the room and grabbed Bruce, dropping him behind the bar. Landing he crouched next to the trio and lifted up his face plate.

"Any plan of attack?" He asked, firing bullets at the soldiers.

"You're usual plan. Attack." Natasha said vaulting over the bar. She launched herself on top of a large soldier, wrapping her legs around him. She shocked him with the widow's bite, killing him instantly.

"Clint, a little help would be great!" Steve yelled, trying to push the 4 remaining soldiers around him off of him. Clint reacted quickly, shooting all 4 of them quickly. Steve threw his shield at the wall, it bounced against it knocking out 2 men. Natasha shot them both, taking them out.

"Back up, send everyone!" The scare faced man yelled. Suddenly hoards of soldiers ran into the room.

"How many guys did these assholes send?" Clint yelled, shooting explosive arrows.

"Legolas! I'm trying to minimalize as much damage to my tower as possible!" Tony yelled angrily.

"It's not like you don't have the money to fix it Stark!" Clint set off the explosive arrows. "See, I've significantly lowered the number of Russian assholes in the tower!"

"Screw you Katniss." One of the soldiers aimed his gun fire at the Clint.

"Damn it!" The soldier aimed higher, shooting the ceiling around the archer. "Missed me dumbass!" Suddenly Clint felt the chandelier drop a little. "Oh shit." The ceiling caved in, dropping Clint, and the chandelier. Clint's stomach did flip flops as he plummeted towards the ground. Tony caught him in the air just in time.

"You owe me a new ballroom." The billionaire said putting Clint down.

"Got it."


"Where the hell is SHIELD?" Steve yelled at Tony, shooting one of the 6 remaining soldiers. The whole ballroom was covered in bodies, thankfully none of them avengers.

"Don't ask me, I'm not Fury's keeper!" Tony yelled back. Thor swung his hammer, killing another soldier as Natasha took out 2. Tony fired his lasers at the last one. All that remained was that god damned scare faced soldier. He was taking cover behind the almost completely destroyed bar. Thor readied his hammer.

"Don't" Natasha held her arm up, stopping him. "We need him alive. I want to know where they've been hiding all these years." She said frowning

"Sir! I'm the last one left!" The man yelled into his walkie-talkie.

"You know what you have to do! Get. The. Girl. By any means necessary!" The man yelled back.

"It's over." Steve yelled his shield at the ready. "Come out with your hands up." The soldier swore at them and ran out the door. "Stop him!" The team ran out into the large hall. Hurdling over tables and chairs they chased the man. He looked right, staring at a pile of tables, it stopped him in his tracks. Natasha was almost to him when she saw him grab something off his belt; she heard it bounce when he dropped it.

"GRENADE!" She turned to run when Steve wrapped his arm around her waist, tackling her into cover behind a table. The rest of the team did the same as did the Russian man.

Bruce's ears rang after the explosion. He could swear he heard a woman scream.

"Natasha! You alright?" He asked, standing up slowly.

"I'm fine. Everyone else okay?" The team all slowly stood.

"Черт!" They turned to see the scar faced soldier sitting against the wall. The blast had lodged a bit of shrapnel into his leg, no escape for him now. There wasn't much blood, except from around him.

Tony stepped out of his suit as Thor tossed his hammer to the side. Natasha chuckled, they were gone. It was finally over.


But why did Clint look puzzled?

Clint stared at the walls. It was splattered with blood, too much blood for just the soldier's injury. He looked around, all of his team mates were fine, not one of them had been hurt from the grenade.

Clint cautiously walked towards the blood on the wall, there were a couple of long tables in a pile on the floor. It almost looked like someone had been pushed into them, knocking them over. There was a huge puddle of blood around the tables.

"Clint what's-"

"Shh." Clint's heart beat in his chest. Natasha watched as he slowly walked around the pile of tables. Something on the wall caught his eye. He gasped, eyes wide.

"Oh god no." Lodged in the wall and surrounded by blood, were little shards of green and silver metal.

Natasha's breath caught as Clint sprinted around the table, ducking behind them. Her breathing was heavy as she, and the other Avengers slowly walked towards Clint. She saw the metal. All of the blood rushed from her face when she saw what Clint had seen.

Red. Red coated the walls, the floors, the tables. It seeped everywhere.

And under all that red. Was her daughter.

"NO!" Anna was slumped over, sitting against the wall where the grenades impact had thrown. She was still breathing, thank god. Steve felt like he was going to hurl when he saw her, covered in her own blood, still bleeding more and more. The parents ran to their daughter's sides. Clint stood to the side, running his hands through his hair.

Steve lightly cupped his daughter's face in his hand, lifting it up for her to look at him. She coughed.

"D- d- Daddy?" He smiled, brushing her long blonde hair out of his daughter's face. It was coated with her blood. He tried to keep from gasping, Anna's oxygen tank had been blown up by the grenade, causing shards of it to fly everywhere. Small to medium sized shards of it had been lodged up the side of her face, and another (much, much larger one) was sticking out of her torso. Blood poured out of her body around it.

Bruce breathed heavy, assessing the damage from afar. There was just… too much blood.

Anna gasped for breath, she coughed, spattering blood down her chin.

"I- I- I'm sorry. I was t- t- trying to f- f-fi-"

"Shhh. Don't apologize. Don't ever do that." Natasha said seriously, she was using her "black widow" voice. She placed a hand over Anna's. She watched her daughter's eyes grow misty as she continued to gasp for breath. Tears flowed down Anna's face, mixing with the blood as it dripped down onto her large oversized tshirt. Slowly her eyes started to close. "Anna. Look at me. Anna. Open. Your. Eyes… Please." Her voice threatened to break. The young girls green eyes stared into her mother's.

"Mom…" Anna gasped for breath "I- I- I-" She was interrupted by a coughing fit. Natasha squeezed Anna's hand tighter.

"You're hurting me…" Natasha quickly withdrew her hand apologizing. Anna's breathing became softer and softer, until the Avengers could hardly hear it at all.

"Anna stay with us, please… Anna…" Steve pleaded softly running his hands through Anna's hair. He wasn't even trying to hold back, Anna felt her father's silent tears drip down onto her cold hands.

"Bruce, can't you do something?" Natasha said hopelessly. The scientist just looked down at his shoes.

Steve gingerly gathered Anna in his arms, slowly rocking her the way his mother had when he was sick as a kid. Anna slowly lifted a shaking hand and pulled off her cannula, it was useless now anyway. Her eyes slowly closed. Steve thought she looked so peaceful, which was all the more terrifying.

"I… I don't wanna d-"

"Shhh… It's okay девочка." Natasha whispered. "You're going… to be fine." Anna coughed shaking her head.

"N- no I'm…" Natasha waited eagerly for her daughters next word. She knew what it was, but her ears needed to hear it. They needed to hear Anna's voice.

The 16 year old girl's body grew limp in Steve's arms, her head rolling back slowly until it couldn't go back anymore. Her chest slowly deflated. Natasha's eyes closed as her daughters last breath escaped into the air.


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