Chapter 1- Missions and Being Compromised
A/N: I love the idea of the Winter Soldier and I had seen a story of where Bucky is a dad. I love the idea, but I want to make a child be a little older and a miniature Winter Soldier and certain other Avengers having families. The list is Yelizaveta Markova/Elizabeth Barnes (Bailee Madison), James "Jimmy" Banner (Adam Driver), and Carly Rhodes (No idea on who can be Rhodey's kid. I am open to suggestions.)
Yelizaveta Markova stood next to Natasha Romanoff and their friend Clint Barton. It had been four years since Clint had taken the mission to kill Nat and he had discovered the Red Room. Yelizaveta had only been eight years old when Barton had found her in the basement. As it was a school for spies, Yelizaveta had been hardened to the point that she acted like eight going on eighty. Clint had taken her and Nat to his house and introduced them to Laura, his wife, and kids. The only kids Yelizaveta had ever seen had been kids in the Red Room and before that some group that operated in Russia, where she was born, called Hydra. Hydra didn't normally recruit kids, but Yelizaveta had been born there and they had given her away to the women who ran the spy school, shortly after she turned two or three.
"I wish you didn't have to go, Clint," Natasha said, bringing Yelizaveta's mind back to what they were doing there.
"I know. Laura doesn't want me to leave either, but Fury has found something and he wants me there for protection," Clint said, tweaking Yelizaveta's nose tenderly. Clint had been the closest thing Yelizaveta had ever had to a father and he and Natasha had trained her in the use of guns and a compact bow and arrow.
"Did he give you any ideas what it was?" Yelizaveta asked, quirking her dark eyebrow quizzically.
"Nope, Vetty, he didn't," Clint said. Yelizaveta hated to be called that, but when Clint said it, it was different.
"Will you be careful, Clint? I don't like the sound of this," Natasha said, shaking her head.
"I will if you will. Where is Fury sending the two of you?" Clint asked.
"Back to Mother Russia. Where else?" Yelizaveta asked, rolling her eyes.
"Just don't go back to that school where I found you," Clint said, cupping the back of Yelizaveta's head and hugging her tightly like she was one of his kids.
"No problem on that. I have been missing borsht and lapsha soup with a plateful of blini. These rubes over here don't know how to make a good blini. I have to go to Brighton Beach or Sheepshead Bay just to get good borsht," Yelizaveta said.
"I have to agree with her there," Natasha said.
"But, no, we aren't going to the Red Room, Clint. We have to go back to stop gun runners," Yelizaveta said.
"All right. Just remember what I said about being careful," Clint said, kissing her forehead gently before they parted ways.
Considering it was spring time, it was still cold in Russia. No wonder the former Tsars went to the Black Sea at Livadia to escape the cold. It had been years since Yelizaveta and Natasha had been back. Already Yelizaveta missed her warm bubble baths, vanilla candles, and reading books wrapped in a snuggie. "I hope we won't be here long. I'm already missing home," Yelizaveta said, rubbing her cold hands to warm them.
"It shouldn't be long. All right. Let's get to work. Time to find the gun runners," Natasha said as Yelizaveta pulled out her laptop and started typing furiously.
"Okay. Most gunrunners in Russia are underground, but we always have a few that are just downright stupid," Yelizaveta said as she pulled up two or three men. The top one would be what appeared to be a general in the army.
"Okay. Him first. Go get dressed. You did bring a dress with you?" Natasha asked.
Yelizaveta gave a snort. "Of course I did. I'm always prepared. Although, who flirts with a twelve-year-old; S.H.I.E.L.D. operative or not?" Yelizaveta asked, rolling her eyes as she went to her closet and pulled out a floor-length watered blue silk dress.
"Most men are pigs who would flirt with anything female that moved," Natasha said as she pulled a black dress out of her closet, followed by a pair of heels.
"With the exceptions of Fury, Agent Coulson, and Clint," Yelizaveta said as both of them got dressed and Yelizaveta slipped into a fragile pair of gold flats.
It didn't take long to find the gunrunners or to find themselves tied to chairs in what had to amount to the coldest, most rundown building in Russia. Yelizaveta flinched and groaned as two thugs hit both her and Natasha in the face. Both would have fallen if not for the chairs holding them in place. "This is not how I wanted this evening to go," a man with thinning gray hair said in Russian to Natasha.
"I know how you wanted this evening to go," Natasha answered back in Russian.
"Believe me this is better," Yelizaveta said in her own perfectly flawless Russian.
"Who are the two of you working for? Lermentov, yes?" The man asked with relatively good humor. "Does he think we have to go through him to move our cargo?" The man asked as one of his underlings tipped Natasha and Yelizaveta's chairs back over the hole that was behind them.
"I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business," Natasha said, apparently thinking as quickly as Yelizaveta.
"Solohob a bagman, a front. Your outdated information betrays both you and the little one. The famous Black Widow and Winter Soldier and they turn out to be simply another pretty face," the man said, using Natasha and Yelizaveta's covers.
"You really think we're pretty?" Yelizaveta asked as the underling grabbed Natasha's mouth open.
"Tell Lermentov we don't need him to move the tanks. Tell him he is out. Well, you may have to write it down," the man said, switching to English as he picked up a pair of pliers.
Yelizaveta's cellphone then rang. It had been confiscated. The underling not holding Natasha then answered it. "It's for one of them," the man said to his boss.
"You listen carefully-" the man said brusquely into the phone.
"You're at 1-14 Silensky Plaza, 3rd floor. We have an F-22 exactly eight miles out. Put the woman or the girl on the phone or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby," Yelizaveta heard Coulson's voice say over the connection.
The interrogator took the phone and put it between Yelizaveta's chin and shoulder. "We need you to come in," Coulson said.
"Are you kidding? We're working," Yelizaveta said, annoyed.
"This takes precedence, Vet," Coulson said, one of the few who had given her a nickname.
"We're in the middle of an interrogation. And this moron is giving us everything," Yelizaveta said.
"I don't give everything," the Interrogator said, looking at his underlings. Yelizaveta looked at him with a "Yeah right, " look.
"Look, you can't pull us out of this right now," Yelizaveta said.
"Yelizaveta, Barton's been compromised," Coulson said, the words causing Yelizaveta's heart to nearly stop.
"Let me put you on hold," Yelizaveta said as the Interrogator came to her, grabbed the phone and Yelizaveta kicked him hard below the knee and head-butted him.
Natasha went after one of the underlings and Yelizaveta took the other. They made quick work of breaking the chairs and knocking out the men and wrapping a chain around the Interrogator. Natasha picked up her high heels while Yelizaveta picked up her cellphone and gold flats. "Where's Barton now?" Natasha asked as Yelizaveta put the phone on speaker.
"We don't know," Coulson said.
"But he's alive?" Yelizaveta asked.
"We think so. I'll brief you and Natasha on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy," Coulson said.
"Coulson, you know that Stark trusts me about as far as he can throw me," Natasha said with grim humor. Natasha had gone undercover as Tony Stark's secretary and it had taken her not long to nearly kill him.
"Oh, I've got Stark. You get the big guy. He and his son are in India," Coulson said, meaning Bruce Banner and his son James.
"Oh boy," Yelizaveta said in Russian