*This parody was requested by Nihlo, who suggested that I do a Beatles song, and left the suggestion that I could do one of Yellow Submarine where it is instead Helicarrier. So that is exactly what I have done for you
A little note about this oneshot… it is pre-Avengers, pre-Thor, pre-Iron Man, etc. (basically pre-MCU except for Captain America). This is about five years before the Avengers takes place. Idk exactly how long Natasha or Clint have supposedly been with SHIELD, but I'm kind of playing with that here. So this oneshot is supposed to be taking place three years after Naomi Carson has joined SHIELD (so she is 17 years old), and somewhere around a year after Natasha Romanoff has become a part of SHIELD as well, and Clint Barton has been a SHIELD member for at least as long as 3 years. I know there's probably some kind of discrepancies with this timeline, but eh wtf it's fan fiction lol.
So yeah heheh. Please enjoy ;)
Helicarrier
Natasha Romanoff was sitting as still as a statue on her bed and Naomi Carson was lying on her stomach on the floor with a drawing pad when Clint Barton walked into the agent dormitories.
"Hello, ladies," he greeted, mock saluting as he smiled crookedly at them.
"Hey, Clint," Natasha smiled briefly at him before returning her face to the serious expression she had worn before.
"Hi, Agent Barton," Naomi greeted, nodding politely at the older agent.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Clint, kid?" Clint put his hand to his forehead dramatically, shaking his head.
A smile flickered over Naomi's lips for a moment. "Okay, Clint, kid." Then she looked back down at her drawing pad, looking calculatingly at Natasha.
"Smartmouth," Clint muttered, rolling his eyes at the teenage agent on the floor. She was seventeen and had just recently finished her basic SHIELD training, and this was her first time staying on the Helicarrier with the fully-trained agents. There was a lull in the action for all the SHIELD employees; no missions, and so all the agents were merely hanging out on the Helicarrier as they waited on call and were left to their own devices.
"Did you need something, Clint?" Natasha queried, lifting an eyebrow at her friend.
Clint shrugged. "Most everyone else is in the gym or the control room, so I was wondering if you wanted to come and spar with me in the gym, Nat."
Natasha glanced at Agent Carson on the floor. "I had been posing for a drawing…"
Naomi sat up and tucked her pencil behind her ear. "No, it's okay. I hadn't gotten very far anyway." She looked down with a bitter sadness at the drawing pad. "You and Clint, kid should go spar."
Natasha looked at Naomi carefully, but then shrugged and stood, heading towards the door. "If you're sure."
"Yeah," Naomi sighed. "See you guys later." She glumly tore the page she had been working on out of her notebook and crumpled it into a ball before tossing it into the wastebasket.
Clint frowned as Natasha swept past him and into the hall towards the gym, but he stayed where he was, looking at the younger agent. "You okay, Naomi?"
"I'm fine. Just bored," Naomi's smile didn't reach her eyes.
Clint nodded, unconvinced, and turned to go after the Black Widow. He easily caught up with her a few paces down the hall.
"You said most everyone's at the gym or the control room, right?" Natasha asked.
"Yeah, or the mess hall," Clint answered absentmindedly before forging ahead. "Hey, did you notice that Naomi seems kind of down?"
"Yes," Natasha answered without missing a beat.
Clint blinked. "Oh. Um… do you know why?"
"Yes," Natasha answered again.
Clint raised his eyebrows. "Go on."
"Well," Natasha took a deep breath. "She's seventeen, and she lost her family when she was fourteen, so it's been roughly three years, but she hasn't had a time to properly grieve and deal with it all, because she's been so busy with SHIELD training. This is the first time that she's really had a full break since then, and she's finally having some time to do some thinking, because there's nothing else to do here. So she's dealing with trying to understand some of the suppressed emotions she's been dealing with from that. So she also tried to get her mind off of it with one of her hobbies, which is drawing. But she also hasn't tried drawing in three years because she's been so busy, and so she's swamped with the memories of the last time she was drawing, which was just after she lost her family, and she drew a picture of her family together. So she's dealing with suppressed emotions, resurfacing memories, lack of friends to talk to because she's the newest and youngest person around here, and she doesn't have any missions to distract her and keep her busy."
Clint stopped walking and just stared at the redheaded woman.
Natasha stopped walking and turned back to Clint, quirking her eyebrow in confusion. "…What?"
Clint looked at her blankly. "Naomi told you all of that?"
Natasha tilted her head slightly. "Well, not in so many words. She didn't necessarily know that she told me all that, but it was easy enough to figure it all out with the little bits and pieces that she's told me, along with some simple observation."
Clint furrowed his brow. Jeez, Natasha was good. "Hang on, so you know how sad and alone and all that that she's feeling, but you decided to come and spar with me rather than staying and trying to cheer her up?"
Natasha's face darkened slightly. "Since when is it my job to try and cheer people up? It's up to every person to keep themselves and their emotions in check. Why would it be my job to take responsibility of her problems?"
Clint shook his head and sighed deeply. It hadn't been all that long ago that Clint had brought Natasha back from Russia—it hadn't been all that long ago that she hadn't been a SHIELD agent, and instead a ruthless lethal assassin with no loyalty or allegiances. Really, he shouldn't be surprised that all of that was still lingering with her… But hey, he reflected, that just went to show that Natasha needed someone to help her get through her problems, too. "We can't think of it like every man for himself," Clint said firmly. "If you were on a mission with Naomi, you'd want her to be in a right mental state, right?"
Natasha considered. "…Yeah…"
"Well, we're all a team here," Clint continued. "So we need to think of it like we're about to go into a mission with every person around us at every moment. You want to have a close bond with them, and we want everyone to be fit and ready, and in a good place emotionally, too."
Natasha slowly nodded. "…Okay. So basically you're telling me that we should go back and try to help Naomi feel better."
Clint shrugged. "Yeah. She's a good kid. I taught her to juggle a few months ago, when she was still in basic training."
Natasha smiled slightly. "That would have been fun to see."
They turned and headed back towards the agents dormitories, and they found Naomi sprawled across her bed and her arm flung over her eyes. She started and sat up when the other agents entered.
"I, ahem…" Naomi cleared her throat and looked away. "I thought you two were going to go and spar in the gym."
"We changed our minds," Clint said breezily, going to seat himself on the foot of Naomi's bed, Natasha moving to lean against the wall between Naomi's bed and another agent's. "Thought we'd come and hang out with you, kid."
Naomi looked between the two older esteemed SHIELD agents. "Oh… really?" she looked surprised at the thought of them deciding to come and hang out with her.
"Sure. Why not?" Natasha smiled easily.
Naomi blinked, looking slightly bewildered. "Um… I dunno. I just thought you and Agent Barton—"
"Call me Clint, kid," Clint reminded her.
"—I just thought you and Clint, kid were going to spar together," Naomi amended smoothly.
Clint gave Naomi a warning look. "Okay, quit calling me 'Clint, kid.' You know that's not what I meant."
Naomi smiled slightly. "…You said to stop calling you Agent Barton. You said 'call me Clint, kid.'"
Clint looked unimpressed.
Naomi bit her lip, fighting back a smile. "…But it's funny…"
Natasha smirked. "…She's kind of right… you did technically tell her to call you 'Clint, kid.'"
Clint threw a dirty look to Natasha. "…Thanks for the backup, partner."
"Anytime," Natasha nodded dignifiedly.
Naomi giggled. "Alright, I'll just call you Clint," she informed Agent Barton.
"And you can just call me Natasha, sweetie," Natasha added, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she raised her eyebrows at Naomi.
Clint resisted the urge to choke with laughter as Naomi opened her mouth, looking uncertain of how to address the deadly woman.
"Uh… okay, Natasha," Naomi said slowly.
"Ah, come on!" Clint cried. "I get called Clint, kid, but she doesn't get called Natasha, sweetie?"
Natasha snickered and lightly cuffed Clint's shoulder. "Fine then. You can call me Natasha, sweetie."
"I'll pass," Clint waved his hand dismissively.
As the laughter died, the two older agents gave Naomi a warm look. The teen agent was definitely looking happier now that she had been distracted.
"You doing okay?" Clint nudged Naomi with his elbow.
The girl nodded. "Yeah. I told you earlier, I'm fine."
"But you weren't doing fine earlier," Natasha pointed out.
Naomi hung her head slightly and shook her head, shrugging. "Well… I mean, you guys don't have to worry about me. It's not your problem."
"It is our problem, actually," Natasha asserted.
Naomi looked up at Natasha with a frown. "No, it's not. How is it your problem?"
"Because we're all a team, and we all need to make sure that we're all doing okay," Natasha said, giving Clint a quick look. He nodded encouragingly. "We work together, and that means that everyone at SHIELD is sharing responsibility for each other. That means we can all rely on each other."
Naomi's face seemed to clear slightly. "I guess that's a good way of looking at it."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is."
Clint smiled, feeling a little proud of himself. "Yeah. We're all a team, and we've all got to work together. We've all got things in common, and we all need to care for each other."
"We've all got things in common?" Natasha asked.
Clint smiled. "Well, yeah. I mean, SHIELD in general, right?"
The two women nodded concedingly.
Clint grinned and stood up, facing them with a serene smile as he began singing.
"In the world where we all lived
We met a man who had one eye
And he told us all of SHIELD
With awesome superspies."
With this, Clint began marching around the room, beckoning for the girls to join him. Naomi was the first to jump up, and she started marching just behind Clint as he continued.
"So we let him take us in
And our lives got merrier."
Naomi tugged Natasha's hand persuasively, and she reluctantly began marching, too, as the line of three left the dormitories and instead began walking through the hall.
"Cuz we found our new home
On the Helicarrier!"
Clint finished, and then he took a deep breath as he sang, quickly followed by Naomi and then Natasha finally joining in.
"We all live on the Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier
We all live on the Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier."
As they stomped through the halls in their small formation, a few other agents stopped dead and stared. They did nothing for a moment, but then Agent Phil Coulson led the way to join in, organizing themselves into a line and tagging along behind Natasha at the rear. As they went, more and more SHIELD employees tagged along, marching in a gigantic line that stormed the Helicarrier like a bizarre conga.
Naomi was the one who sang next, still keeping her pace matched perfectly with Clint in front of her, and everybody behind her kept the same marching rhythm as well.
"We're agents of this division
Defend the world with strict precision
And you know we'll save the day."
At the end of this line, she started whistling, and everybody quickly joined in the whistling before Natasha led everyone's chorus of,
"We all live in a Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier
We all live in a Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier."
The line of agents, now fifty strong and still growing as they marched, entered the control room. Slowly everyone stopped working as they noticed the line, staring at the agents that marched about. It seemed that Agent Hill was the only one who didn't notice the formation of employees as she continued shouting her orders to the room.
"Alright, we need to adjust our route four degrees east, and then we can disengage the reflection panels. Is engine 2 still holding steady?" Agent Hill waited for the response, but the agent who was supposed to be monitoring engine 2 had already gotten up and tagged onto the end of the line of agents. Only now did Agent Hill seem to notice that just about everybody in the control room had left their stations to join the line that weaved through the Helicarrier.
Natasha started singing again as the front of the line started making its way out of the control room and continued through the halls.
"As we live a life of might…"
The entire rest of the line of agents echoed her words in unison.
"A life of might!"
Natasha grinned and continued, while the others continued to call her words back.
"We always strive…"
"We always strive!"
"To do what's right!"
"To do what's right!"
"No workplace…"
"No workplace!"
"Could be airier…"
"Could be airier!"
"Than our Heli—"
"Than our Heli—"
"-Carrier!"
"-Carrier!"
As the end of the line started to make its way out of the control room, Agent Hill hesitated for a moment. Then she hit the "autopilot" button on one of the panels and dashed to the end of the line and began marching in time with the rest of the SHIELD agents, chorusing loudly with the rest of them as Clint Barton led them in singing,
"We all live in our Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier
We all live in our Helicarrier,
Helicarrier, Helicarrier!"
Director Nick Fury broke off in midsentence and looked away from the screens displaying the images of the members of the World Council. "Hang on a second," he said to the council as a suspicious sound advanced up the hall towards the room where he was holding the digital meeting.
"What's going on?" some man with a thick unidentified accent asked belligerently.
Director Fury stared out the open door of the room as a line of SHIELD employees paraded their way up the hall, passing this room without breaking their perfectly synchronized stride as they chanted.
"What is happening?" a woman with a thick unidentified accent asked fretfully to the director.
Fury blinked as the line stretched on what seemed like endlessly, all of his agents joined together in harmony. "Ah…" he glanced at the screens displaying the images of the World Council, always in disagreement or discord or just being generally stupid. He glanced between them and his loyal agents altogether again. "Ahem. I have to go." He didn't listen to the shocked protests of the Council as he hit a button, and all the screens went blank. Without another word, the Director dashed out into the hall and joined onto the very tail end of the line of marching agents, joining in their chorusing,
"We all live in our Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier
We all live in our Helicarrier
Helicarrier, Helicarrier."
And all of them marched on together.
Note from LoquaciousQuibbler: Has anyone else ever listened to the song Yellow Submarine on repeat for any extended period of time? I don't recommend it. It's almost as bad as listening to What's New, Pussycat? On repeat, but not quite.
Lol so anyway, I had some fun with this oneshot I've wanted to do a little something with a younger Naomi hanging out with Natasha and Clint, and I thought this might be a good opportunity. Would anyone be interested in seeing more of the younger Naomi in Helikaraokes?
Anyways, I just liked the idea of having all this fluffy companionship in the Helicarrier for a parody of Yellow Submarine, so I went kind of all out with the comradery in here. I hope you all had fun with this
Original song is Yellow Submarine by The Beatles.
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