Because I got a review, I am posting this. Disclaimer: I own nothing
The next morning, Natasha and Clint woke up early, heeding Katya's warning about Zaria, and went up the stairs to the attic. Katya was sitting in a chair, reading a book, while Zaria was on a laptop computer. Katya looked up as they entered.
"Good morning," she said before going back to her book.
"What are you reading?" asked Clint.
"She's reading a book involving a Russian spy sacrificing herself for a pair of children," Zaria said absently. "Irina decided to name herself after the spy, Irina Nikolaievna Spaskaya. Somehow, she relates to a forty-seven year old woman with poison fingernails who lost her husband and son to her employer. She dies by way of pole vaulting onto the roof of a burning building and allowing the main protagonists to escape."
Katya looked up. "You could have just said that the title of the book was In Too Deep," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Zaria protested. "You never let me have any fun. Like this morning, for instance-"
"Getting caught by the police for stealing a plane is not on my bucket list, funnily enough," Katya turned a page of her book.
"Nah, I'm too good at stealing stuff to get caught," Zaria said breezily, clicking the mouse frantically. "Darn you, Bishop Mandible! You will never wield the power of my distaff!"
Both Clint and Natasha stared at her. "What the heck are you doing?" demanded Clint.
"She's playing a twenty-four year old computer game," Katya responded.
"They had computer games twenty-four years ago?" Clint was shocked.
"Yes!?" Zaria exclaimed. "Brian Moriarty's computer game masterpiece Loom! An exciting game set in a distant future involving the adventure of young Bobbin Threadbare and his quest to find the swans who left him behind. He meets-"
"We get the picture Zaria," Katya said. Both Clint and Natasha just stared at her.
After a long pause, Clint said, "Ooookay. Anyway, is there cell phone signal here? 'Cause I kinda need to contact Fury."
"Yes," Katya said. "Normally it's blocked here, but I turned it on a few minutes ago."
"Bishop Mandible, are you stupid?!" Zaria exclaimed. "You tore the pattern completely open! I'm GLAD Chaos wove the draft of rending on you! You DESERVE it!"
Katya sighed.
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Clint dialed Fury's number on his phone. It rang three times before his boss picked up.
"What's your status, Agent?" he demanded.
Clint sighed. "Long story, Director," he said at the same moment that Zaria screeched, "NOOOOO! ALL OF THE GLASSMAKERS ARE DEAD!"
"What the hell is going on!?" demanded Fury.
"CHAOS IS MURDERING EVERYONE! THE SHEPARDS! THE BLACKSMITHS! THE GLASSMAKERS! BISHOP MANDIBLE! BUT HE DESERVED IT! MY FOSTER MOTHER HETCHEL! NOOOOOOOO!" Zaria screamed.
Natasha grabbed the phone. "Sorry, boss. That would be one of the four girls you ordered us to track down-"
"To be fair, we let you track us down," muttered Katya.
"-who is apparently obsessed with ancient computer games," Natasha finished.
"NINTEEN-NINETY IS SO NOT ANCIENT!" Zaria hollered.
Katya facepalmed.
"I am so lost right now," Clint stated.
"We also had a little run-in with the red room-"
"I doubt Alexis would call it a 'little run-in'" Katya said.
"and we need a team and a plane so that the second youngest doesn't steal one," Natasha stated.
"IT ISN'T STEALING, IT'S BORROWING! IN A TIME OF NEED. AND NOT RETURNING!" Zaria slammed her laptop closed for punctuation.
"Please, please hurry," Clint pleaded. "I need some sane people who aren't half cat, aren't brainwashed, and don't talk in caps lock."
"I'll send Stark," said Fury.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO," shouted Clint.
"Now who's talking in caps lock?" Zaria smirked.
"I WASN'T TALKING, I WAS EXPRESSING MY DISPLEASURE!"
"Now you're talking," Zaria said, looking immensely self-satisfied.
"You'll like Tony," Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Sounds like it," Fury said. "Which one is that?"
"That is Zaria the Awesome, who is now referring to herself in the third person," Zaria announced.
"Two Starks," Clint moaned. "What a nightmare."
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"Hello, ladies, gentlemen, birds and spiders," called Stark as he clambered out of the helicopter which was perched precariously on the roof.
"I didn't think Fury put tin cans on missions," Clint shot back.
"Oh! I'm hurt!" Stark groaned theatrically.
"Hi, Hurt, I'm Zaria the Awesome," Zaria said, holding out her hand to shake.
"So this is the assassinette," Stark said. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Zaria said. "Well, one of them. My sisters are all downstairs."
"Ok," Stark said. "Let's go get them,"
Zaria frowned. "Look, if that's what you think, what's your IQ? 80? 70? That is NOT the wisest idea,"
Clint looked like he was trying not to laugh before he broke down in giggles. Stark spluttered indignantly. Natasha's lips twitched into a smile, but she didn't break down like Clint.
"IQ- 80- 70- I am a GENIUS!" Stark shrieked.
Zaria smirked.
"You know who Natasha is, right?" she asked.
"Well- Of course-," he stuttered.
"Then you know it would be a bad idea to barge into a room with four stressed mini-Natashas," Zaria said, smiling her sweetest smile, which, if you knew her, screamed 'get out of the way! Something's going to explode!'.
He stared at the small girl. "Ok, then you go get them."
"Glad to," she smiled, and vanished.
"Scary kid," Stark muttered.
Kay, so all of Zaria's outbursts do come from a computer game which came out in 1990. It is called loom, and I love it so much. You should really try it, it is available on steam. I also have a loom fanfic up. Sure, its old fashioned, but if a young teenager can become obsessed with it, you should give it a try. please review on whether or not you think that the four girls mentioned in chapter 9 should actually be alive. Reviews will make me update so much faster. Also, from this point on, My sister has helped me, mostly with Stark and Zaria, because she is really good at writing their sense of humor. Drop by her fanfic page, she's Acemace1507.