A/N: All I'm going to say is. Goodbye Bella Swan. Hello Marie Barton.
Bella Swan dies. Marie Barton is Born.
"I'm sorry. What?" Tony asked, his eyes widening. "J.A.R.V.I.S, gather up all the information to Ingenium Serum, asap!" He called.
"Right away, sir." The British voice said.
"I've heard that name before? Where have I heard that name before?" My brother says.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for take off. Please take your seats." A feminine voice spoke from the intercom.
We all sat down in the seats provided, buckling the seatbelts before the large jet began moving on the roadway.
I wished to be alone, so I took the farthest seat possible from any of them. Then I pulled on one of my headphones untangling it from my old iPod touch. Before shoving one into my ear.
Creep by Radiohead came on and I quickly shut it off.
The rest of the ride was spent quietly. Well, except for when my brother and Nat repositioned Rogers' nose. Followed by his groans of pain.
I sighed, trying to listen to something as I hear someone walking towards my direction and sit the empty seat next to mine.
"My, my, Bitsy. You really did a great number on the Cap." Tony says amused. "Blueberry?" He asks, offering me some from the silver packet he's holding.
I shake my head, feeling as my head begins to throb.
"Oh, come on now, Bitsy. It was an accident. They should really quit underestimating you. I know Romanoff has done so since the first day. As have I." He says, as he throws another handful of blueberries into his mouth.
"You're only saying that because I'm a possible threat to you." I reply, staring out the window.
"...be that as it may… we're all learning… and you can't go wrong with knocking us down a peg or two." He shrugs.
I snort, in response before turning back to look out the window. I can hear another person approach as I stare at the white fluff we pass outside.
"Do you mind if I talk to you?" Nat asks, nudging Tony.
"By all means… have a seat." He says pointing to the chair across the table from ours.
She scoffs but does what Tony asks, before turning to me.
"I know what you are going to say and the answer is no." I mumble, my eyes tearing up again.
"Do you really, Bitsy? Then you should know that this isn't something we are going to play with. So, listen to us before your position is once again...compromised." She says.
"What exactly are you two talking about?" Tony asks.
"She needs to lose the brown contacts she's been using along with the brown hair." Nat answers without batting an eyelash.
"W-w-wait. Hang on, wait a minute. You mean to tell me that the way you look right now isn't how you really look?" He asks, surprised.
"No, I don't. My hair has dark roots, it's always had them. My natural hair color is more of a blonde with red highlights than brown now, anyway. When I moved back to Forks with Charlie, my dad, I always had to dye my hair every two months. It was easy since he was always away at work. But after the first few months it bbegan to turn into a pain in the ass. It washes right out." I explain, nonchalantly.
My heart hurts just thinking about it. I will never get to see his crinkly smile, or the twitch to his mustache as he tried to hide his amusement. His dark brown head of curls.
" ...and your eyes?" He questions.
Still staring at me. As if to see past the brown contacts.
"Eyas?" My brother finally asks, sitting down next to Nat.
"Hawk." I respond, tiredly.
"Your eyes, Bitsy? Explain please." Tony pressed.
"Wait. Didn't you say the vampires you hung out with have extra powers?" Nat asked.
"Yes. A mind reader, an empath, and a psychic." I mutter, clicking my nails on the table.
They stared at me, surprised.
"This is unbelievable. Don't you think this is something we all needed to know?" Clint asks, annoyed.
"The director knows everything." I respond, unblinkingly at him.
"I'm your brother! I'm supposed to keep you safe." He bellows.
"Bitsy! Your eyes! Tell us about your eyes." Tony interfered.
How do I explain this? Shit, this is going to be more difficult than I thought.
"I was born with brown eyes. As I started growing my then turned to a lighter shade of brown, they stayed that shade until I turned eleven. That's when they began to change drastically." I explained.
"What? How did I not know about this?" Clint asked.
" I wore contacts." I said dryly.
"What color are your eyes now?" He asked.
"To be honest, I have no idea. I haven't seen my real eyes in so long I'm not sure anymore. " I respond.
"Eyas. The psychic. Can't she see into your future?" My brother asked worried.
"That's the thing. I'm not sure they can anymore. She said I was becoming blurrier and blurrier as the days passed. That was almost three months ago." I said, carelessly.
"Don't you think they're going to get suspicious if you're dead and you show up to our father's funeral?" Clint asked.
"Clint, honestly. The only one I truly worried about is Jasper, the empath, and Alice's husband. He can probably sense me." I say.
"What are you going to do about your hair?" Nat asked once more.
"Use a shampoo that'll wash it right out. It'll go back to the color it was before." I say, watching as the sun began to set behind the clouds.
"Marie. I suggest you do it now. I just received a call from Agent Coulson. There is a number of five suspicious beings circling the airport." Fury spoke, from feet away.
"Oh, and Marie? Switch your sweater with a different one. Give your clothes to your brother." He instructs.
Nat quickly hands me a pair of black pants of hers, a large crimson hoodie, a black t shirt, a pair of sneakers, a small pouch, and the special shampoo and conditioner. Pointing towards the only door towards the back.
I quickly head into the bathroom to take a shower.
It has been through experience, that I found the perfect way to rinse out all the hair dye from my hair. First I use warm water slowly rubbing in the shampoo. Then I wash it out with hot water. Rubbing in the conditioner once I turned the cool water higher.
The shampoo seemed to rinse every chemical ever been used for my hair.
I quickly finished washing all the traces of Bella Swan from my person. Quickly drying myself the towel.
I quickly pulled on my underwear, then the pants and shirt, followed by the pullover hoodie.
I had just slipped on sneakers when someone began knocking.
"Barton! Hurry up! We're about to land soon." My brother tells threw the closed bathroom door.
I sigh, pulling the sweater over my head before opening the bag.
Barton. I haven't used that name since we were living in Louisiana. I've missed it.
Sadly, I realize that my hair apparently isn't going to take things lying down. It was now three colors instead of two.
Ten minutes later, one pair of contacts less, three different applications of liner, in a masterful way. I finally exit the bathroom a second later.
"Here. Put this on your head." My brother says, slapping a cap onto my head.
I sigh pulling my hair into a high ponytail and slipping it through the top of the cap.
"Come on, Eyas. Change of plans. We're going to be landing somewhere else." He says leading me towards the seats.
Nat and Tony are typing furiously away on the computer when we approach.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting down.
"It appears one of your 'friends' got through one of the fire walls at Shield while you took a shower." Tony says, typing in another code.
I nod, as I quickly pull away one of the laptops, and look to see who it is.
Within minutes I find who it is and the location.
"Stark, can you have J.A.R.V.I.S trace this location?" I ask.
"Give me the coordinates and he'll be able to." He replies working through his phone.
I nod, scanning the screen for a second.
"63.1148° N, 151.1926° W." I recite.
"Sir, it appears those are the coordinates to Alaska. A city called Denali. It's a house located in a remote area." J.A.R.V.I.S says.
I nod, before sending a message before I click again and send virus and kill code to the coordinates.
"Why did you send a virus and a kill code?" My brother asks, peeking over my shoulder.
"The virus is going to slow down the computer, erasing most of the memory. The kill code, it is going to shut down. If they try again it'll be worse. They'll lose all the information they have of me or of S.h.i.e.l.d, though." I say, shutting the computer down and handing it back to Stark.
"I'm confused." He says.
"About..?" I arched my brow.
"Just how did you erase?" He asked.
"He was using a laptop, my guess is the newest version of whatever is popular right now. It's mostly likely untraceable, or so they think." I shrug.
The cellphone Edward had given me, after the accident was being tracked. I quickly fixed it to trace back to Washington, whether I was there or not.
The night I left Washington I destroyed it in the garage right before I beat the crap out of my dad's old punching bag.
The seatbelt light goes on causing all of us to quickly click it in place before the jet makes its descent in Newark.
Once the jet stopped, we all quickly separated in pairs.
Apparently, though, life likes to push me into uncomfortable situations because guess who ended up leaving with me?
Yeah. The one and only, Steve Rogers. All healed up, sans the broken nose from earlier.