Thank you to those who favorited, followed, and reviewed. A special thanks to CaptainKaysno, who inspired me to finish this chapter.
I'm thinking of maybe posting a couple one shots, or maybe a 5+1, of how some of the Avengers know Power Rangers & Co. from everyday life. I have a couple ideas already written, but I'm stuck on everyone but Tony.
So let me know if you liked this story and want to see more similar, or if you have any ideas for how the Avengers might unknowingly know or meet Power Rangers.


After ensuring, once again, that his room at the base wasn't bugged, Adam dialed a familiar number on the phone.

"Hello?"

Adam smiled at the Australian voice. "Hey, Kat."

"Adam! How are you? It's been so long since we talked."

Adam was glad that she couldn't see him wince from the other end of the phone. "Yeah. I travel a lot for work, and everyone's in different time zones…" Adam trailed off.

"Don't I know it. I have a hard time keeping up with where everyone's at. Apparently Tommy's in Massachusetts now?"

Tension gone, Adam laughed and flopped back on the bed. "Yeah, according to Rocky, he's studying paleontology?" Adam asked more than said. "Rock' was laughing so hard when he told me that I might of misunderstood."

Kat chuckled over the phone. "Who knows? So what are you up to?"

"Ah mostly work, but that's actually why I'm calling."

That peaked Kat's interest. "Really? Is something going on with the dojo?"

Adam winced again. "Well, I'm not really working at the dojo anymore. I got a new job about- a while ago."

"Really? What are you doing?"

"I can't really talk about it," Adam said apologetically. "I just-" Adam broke off, unsure what to really say.

After a moment, Kat asked gently, "What happened, Adam?"

"I-" Adam took a breath. "My boss wants me to talk to this girl. Get my opinion on her. She-" Adam's breath hitched as he looked down at Natalia's photo in her file. "One of our guys was supposed to take her out. She's really dangerous, Kat. She's- she's killed a lot of people."

Kat, bless her, didn't react in surprise at how Adam's job involved taking people out. She just continued to read Adam as well as she always did. "But that's not what's bothering you is it?"

"No," Adam said softly. "She's Justin's age." Adam heard Kat gasp over the phone. "Maybe younger. We don't really have her birthday," he continued. "To be able to do what she does, though," Adam hesitated. "She's been doing it for a long time."

"You think she's like Karone?"

Adam sighed. "I don't know. I hope it's as simple as that."

Kat gave a dry chuckle. "I wouldn't describe Karone's situation as simple, Adam."

"I know, but-" Adam stopped. "Karone at least- Karone was raised as the Princess of Evil. Even though she fought against the Rangers her whole life, she-" Adam's voice hitched, just slightly. "Her health was always fine." He paused, and when Kat didn't say anything, he continued. "This girl, the guy who was supposed to take her out said she was waiting for him, gave him a clear shot. She's either playing us, or…"

"Or she really did want to die," Kat finished for him.

"Yeah."

"Here's what we're gonna do," Kat told Adam in that voice it seemed only the pinks could use. That sweet, gentle one that made you feel heard and cared for, but also reminded you that whatever they were about to say was important, so you had better listen. "You're gonna talk with this girl, just like you would with me, or Karone, or Tommy. If you think she's playing you, then you tell your boss. But if your instincts are telling you that sitting in front of you is a hurt, scared, teenage girl, then you tell her she's not alone. Try not to give away your identity, but let her know that there are people rooting for her who care. Then, when you've finished whatever you need to do for your boss, you call me again, and tell me how it went. Okay?"

Adam nodded to himself, "Okay."

"I'm gonna try and get a hold of some of the girls, and maybe our Formerly Evil Support Group if I have time. Are you okay with that?"

Adam thought about it for a minute. On one hand, he wasn't supposed to tell anyone that he was working for SHIELD, but on the other hand, they could have some really good advice. Besides, he never actually told Kat who he was working for. Fine, he decided. It really couldn't be any worse than how Fury knew about his stint as a Ranger.

"Yeah. That's okay. I think it'll be for the best." Adam hesitated. "Hey, Kat?"

"Yeah?" Kat hummed.

"What if I'm wrong?" The memory of how Scorpina had played him in high school was all too present in his mind.

"Then someone else on your team will be there to catch what you don't, but Adam," Kat said. "I don't think you will be."

"Okay." Adam smiled. "Thanks, Kat. You always know what to say to make us feel better."

Kat chuckled. "I only know that because I know you, but you're welcome. May the Power protect you."

"May the Power protect you, too. Bye."

At Kat's goodbye, Adam hung up the phone and glanced at the clock. He could read more of the file while he ate some lunch.


Adam stood by the one-way glass window outside R012 at 1:50 pm holding a paper bag. R012 was one of the larger interrogation rooms, with a single table bolted down in the center of the room. Natalia sat at one side of the table, a blank expression on her face and her left wrist handcuffed to the table. Adam scoffed. If her file was accurate, a handcuff was not keeping her there. Sure enough, there were guards at each corner of the room each with their gun already pulled out. None of them were aimed at Natalia, but she probably knew as well as Adam did that none of them had the safety on. An agent in tactical gear on the other side of the table checked his watch, and patted her hand as he stood up to leave. They spoke briefly in a language Adam didn't understand, probably Russian, and Natalia nodded. Adam nodded to the man after he shut the interrogation room door behind him. The agent assessed him with a critical eye, before speaking.

"You must be the Agent Park that Fury wants to assess Natasha."

Adam gave a small smile, and extended his hand to shake. "Adam."

The agent shook his hand, no doubt a little confounded. Most SHIELD introductions weren't as friendly, especially under circumstances like this one. "Clint Barton. I'm curious why Fury chose a level four agent to handle this."

"Who am I to question the Director?" Adam shrugged congenially. "I can handle this." He held out the paper bag. "I wasn't sure if either of you had a chance to have lunch earlier, so I brought some."

Barton took the paper bag with a smile. "Thanks. We've been living off of cold leftovers from the cafeteria for the last couple days."

Adam winced. The base cafeteria was just barely decent when it was hot. "I should have come earlier." He joked. Sobering, he asked, "Before I go in, are there any topics or triggers I should avoid?"

Barton tilted his head. He was starting to understand why Fury might have picked this guy. "Just be honest with her. She'll know if you lie to her."

Adam gave a grim smile. "Wasn't planning on it." He gave a nod as a goodbye and entered the interrogation room.

Adam approached the table with a gentle smile. "I'm Adam Park. It's nice to meet you." He shook her hand as he sat down at the table across from the girl.

Confusion passed through her face for a brief second before she schooled it into an expressionless mask once again. "Natasha."

"How are you doing, Natasha?" Adam asked gently.

"Fine," she said skeptically.

Adam nodded, having expected such an answer. "It's okay. You don't have to talk a whole lot if you don't want to. A friend of mine was in a similar situation a few years ago, and she didn't talk very much at a time for a while, either."

"You had a friend in a situation like mine?" Natasha said slowly.

"Yeah." Adam's smile grew a little as he thought of Kat. "She's one of my closest friends. She was… manipulated, for lack of a better word, into doing a lot of stuff she never wanted to do. But she realized what she was doing was wrong, and she didn't want to do it anymore. She managed to break free from her captors and get help. We fought together for several years before she left to become a ballerina."

"So she doesn't work for SHIELD, anymore."

Adam shook his head. "No, she doesn't work for SHIELD."

"Then," Natasha stared at Adam inquisitively. "Why tell me this? Risk her identity? Put her in danger? You say she's one of your closest friends."

Adam shrugged and smiled. "You needed to hear it, and she gave me permission to talk about it if I was ever in this situation." He gently put his hand over hers that was cuffed to the table. "She said that she'd want you to know that you're not alone in this." Natasha's gave flickered between his hand on hers and the solemn expression on his face. She couldn't find any ticks to tell her that he was lying, but could he really be telling her the truth?

Sensing her unease, Adam pulled his hand back to fold his arms. He sent her a teasing grin. "Besides, for some reason I don't think I put her in any more danger by talking to you than I do by remaining in contact with her."

Natasha was surprised, and by now it was enough that it remained on her face. She tilted her head. "You trust me?" she asked incredulously.

"I trust my instincts," Adam said nonchalantly. The two sat in silence for a moment before Natasha asked a question.

"Do you think your friend made up for what she did, before?"

"Yeah, she did." Adam said fondly. "A hundred times over." He eyed Natasha, and she stared back blankly trying to ignore the feeling that he was staring right through her. "That's why you came, right? You want to make up for the things you've done in the past?" While Natasha might have expected those questions to be filled with scorn, Adam breezed through them with an understanding casualness.

"I have a lot of red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out."

Adam smiled. "I hope I'll get to see you do it."


Fury's door was open, but Adam knocked on the door frame before he entered the office.

"Come in Agent Park, and get the door behind you," Fury said tiredly. Adam closed the door and Fury gestured to the chair on the other side of his desk. "I've been expecting you. What is your assessment?"

"She deserves a chance. I think she's telling the truth, sir."

Adam finished giving Fury his assessment and headed straight back to his room. He checked for bugs, again, and then finally redialed Kat's number.

"Hey, Kat… It went really well. What have you pulled together?"


A few weeks later, Natasha was called to Coulson's office. Coulson sheepishly handed her an envelope addressed to her in curly pink script. It had already been opened.

"What is this?" Natasha asked.

"You received this in the mail a few days ago. We didn't think you knew anyone outside the base, so we had to open it to make sure it wasn't dangerous."
"You mean you had to open it to make sure I'm not double crossing SHIELD."

"Yeah," Coulson said. "Sorry."

Natasha just nodded finally looking over the letter herself. Written in the same curly pink script was a message:

"Natasha,

Congratulations on taking your first steps toward the life you deserve. This letter probably comes as a surprise, but we wanted to let you know how proud we are of you. Some of us have been in similar places in our lives, and we wish you the absolute best. Even though the adjustments may be hard sometimes, don't forget that there are people who care about you and your well being. We send you our love and support.

May the Power protect you,

The Pink Power Rangers"

Below the message, the page was scattered with signatures, each in a different pink handwriting.

Natasha looked up at Coulson.

"Who are the Pink Power Rangers?"


Some time later, Natasha was eating lunch alone in the cafeteria. Clint was on an assignment, which meant of lonely meals. Most of the other agents avoided her, but it was fine. Natasha was used to being ignored. Undercover work was generally easier if no one noticed you, so this was nothing new. "Natasha!" Agent Park grinned, just having noticed her. She'd seen him enter the cafeteria, but hadn't really expected him to come find her. "How are you? You're looking a little better than when I last saw you."

Natasha stared at him as he took the seat next to her and started to eat his lunch. "I'm fine." She paused. "You don't usually eat lunch here."

Adam hurried to swallow and raised his fork. "I prefer to make my own food, so I don't come to the cafeteria that often." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he guessed her silent question. "I didn't have time to go grocery shopping this week, so cafeteria food it is."

Natasha hummed in response, then casually said, "I got a letter the other day."

"Really? From who?" Adam seemed genuinely curious.

"The Pink Power Rangers."

At that, Adam couldn't help but bust out laughing, so hard he almost choked on his food, before he could stop long enough to swallow.

"What's so funny?" Natasha asked, more than a little defensively.

Adam sobered just a little before falling into short chuckles again. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."

Natasha frowned. "So you know something about this?"

"No," Adam denied immediately. "I wouldn't know anything about the Pink Power Rangers sending you a letter." It was hard to tell whether he was lying because he kept breaking off into short bursts of laughter. "I just- I'm from Angel Grove, you know. I mean I'm assuming that you looked me up and everything." He laughed again. "I just think it's funny that they sent you a letter. They never seemed to be the type of people to do things-" he laughed like he found his own statement to be hilarious. "-subtly." Natasha watched him calm himself down as she continued to eat her lunch.

"I was just curious, because they wrote something like what you said, before Fury let me out."

Adam sobered some, concerned that she was onto him. "Really?" It honestly wouldn't take a lot of brain power to figure it out if she had gone digging into his past, and Natasha was smart. Not like Billy invents a flying car smart, but smart enough to speak half a dozen languages.

"You really didn't know anything about this?"

Adam took the only truthful out he could. "I can assure you, I am no Pink Power Ranger," he said, chuckling just a little at the end.

They continued to eat in silence for a couple of minutes before Adam said, "I heard you've been wiping the floor with anyone who tries to spar with you."

Natasha couldn't hold back a smirk. "Why, you want to try?"

Adam smiled, "Maybe, but I was thinking more of something else?"

"What?" she asked.

"How would you like to do a kata with me?"