It was 10 AM, and Natasha was worried. Roo hadn't come out of her room yet, and if she had always woken up around 6 before.
"Clint, do you think Roo's alright?" she asked.
"We were out pretty late last night. Maybe she normally goes to bed early."
"Maybe."
Jason and the others were walking down the hallway leading to the elevator, listening to Andrew talk about a knew spell he learned (Andrew knows how to do magic).
"So I can make things open, like those cans of chemicals you always want me to open, Mike, or windows, when I'm too lazy. It's wonderful." Andrew said.
Jason rolled his eyes. Andrew was getting kinda annoying.
"If you can really do it, open that air vent over there." he said.
"Sure." was all Andrew said before he closed his eyes, and started muttering stuff Jason didn't understand.
"Ta-da!"
The air vent cover opened, and a girl fell out.
She did a flip in midair, and landed on her feet in front of them. The girl glared at them, and raised her arms in front of her, showing them the knives she held.
Jason blinked and backed up a few steps.
The girl was pretty, he decided. Really pretty. But that wasn't what caught his attention.
Neither did the knives.
What did catch his attention was the pair of very expensive designer sunglasses sitting on her head.
Jason recognized them. They had been sitting on his desk when he left for Egypt. When he came back, he had noticed them missing.
"Who are you?" Asked James, going into a fighting stance.
The girl looked at him.
"I'm Diana." She said after a few seconds. She had a British accent.
"What are you doing in our house?" Asked Andrew. He looked like he was about to call his sword to him.
"House? This is everything but a house. And for you information, I live here."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "You live here?"
She nodded.
"What are you doing with my sunglasses?" Demanded Jason, speaking for the first time.
Mike turned to look at him.
"Your sunglasses?" He asked.
"I found them. Finders keepers." Diana said.
"Do you know who I am?" Jason asked. That normally worked.
"Yes, I do. You're Jason Stark, the idiot."
He glared at her. "No, I'm not. I'm an Avenger's kid. We all are." He hoped that would work.
"Congratulations. I am too. Now, bye."
Diana then jumped into the vent, and disappeared.
James looked at Andrew. "Do British girls named Diana holding knives normally fall out of air vents you open?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, maybe she lives in the air vents, and she snuck into the Tower somehow." Mike suggested.
Jason sighed. "Hello? Are you guys really missing the big question?"
Everyone looked at him.
"The big question?" Asked Andrew.
"Yeah. Didn't you guys hear her say she was one of us?"
"One of us?" James asked.
Jason sighed again. Why are they so clueless?
"She said she was also an Avenger's kid." He purposely said slowly. "And I think that means that either one of us has a sister we were unaware of, or Uncle Clint and Aunt Natasha has a...kid."
"You think so?" James asked eagerly.
"She told us."
"Let's go find out."
Clint was sitting on the counter, fixing arrows. Natasha was sitting on the couch, typing up some report.
"Ow!" Clint exclaimed, holding his hand to his chest. "Damn arrow shocked me."
"Aww, poor Clint. Is it bad?" Natasha asked, glancing up from the computer.
"Yes," he whined.
"Well, you'll live."
Just then, someone knocked on their door.
"We know your secret!" James voice yelled.
Tasha rolled her eyes. "The boys."
"Which secret do you think they know?" Clint asked Natasha curiously.
She shrugged. "We better answer the door before they break it," she said.
She opened the door, and smiled at the four boys. "Hi guys. What can we do for you?"
"Why didn't you tell us?" Mike asked.
"And she's pretty," Jason added.
"What?" Clint asked. He had no idea what they were saying.
"You have a kid that's our age." James accused.
Clint nodded slowly. "Yeah, so? Didn't your parents tell you?"
"Obviously not!"
"So you met Roo." Nat said. It wasn't a question.
"Huh? I don't know any 'Roo' but we met a British kid named Diana." Andrew said.
"'A British kid named Diana'? Well, that's a fake name. And she's American." Clint told him.
"She's out of her room. How did you guys meet her?" Natasha asked.
Jason took a deep breath. "Andrewopenedairventswithhismagicandshefelloutandw asholdingknivesandwearingmysunglasseswhichshestole whichwasnotniceandthenshesaidhernamewasDianaandtha tshewasanAvengerskidandwenaturallythoughtyoutwo."
"What?" Clint asked.
James explained to him slower.
Nat looked at him. "She used the air vents."
"I know! I think I like this kid."
Tasha rolled her eyes.
"Since when did you have kid?" Mike asked.
"Um, I think about three days."
"You haven't told is for three days!?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
Roo crawled through the air ducts to her room, and dropped onto the bed.
She opened the door, and poked her head out.
There were people at the door, the four boys, and Clint and Natasha were talking to them.
"Since when did you have a kid?" Someone asked, and Roo recognized that the voice belonged to Bruce and Betty's kid.
"Um, I think about three days." That was Clint talking.
"You haven't told is for three days!?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Where did you find her, Budapest?" Asked Jason Stark.
"No, London. She blew up a building." Natasha told him.
"Actually, buildings. Plural." Roo told all of them.
Natasha was surprised, even though she didn't show it. Not many people could sneak up on her. Roo was probably a great spy.
"Hi, I'm not Diana. I'm Roo Kipellum (I think), assassin and spy. Who're you?" She told the four boys.
"You already know me. Everyone knows me and my parents." Jason said.
"I'm Mike Banner." Mike told her. "I turn into the Hulk Jr."
"Anders Thorson-Foster, but I go by Andrew on Earth." Andrew said.
"I'm James Rogers. Captain America's son."
"Wanna come down to our base?" Jason asked eagerly.
Roo shrugged. "Sure, I guess."
"That went well. No one ended up dying, right, Tash?" Clint said. Natasha had gone back to typing on her computer.
"No one ended up dying, yet."
"Whatever. Want some coffee?"
"Sure. Oh, Fury wants to talk to Roo tomorrow about the job and Hydra." she took a sip of the coffee Clint handed her. "And he wants her to see Psych."
Clint grinned. "You know, I don't think taking a twelve year old assassin/spy to Psych is a good idea."
Natasha smiled back. "I'm pretty sure she's going to make someone cry."
"Yeah. Remember your first time? You threatened to kill half of them in some very creative ways, made a few cry, and I think one quit after that."
"Well, Coulson told me about yours, and I can't believe you set the whole department on fire."
"They were threatening my life!"
"Sure, Barton. Just keep telling yourself that."