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"Let me get this straight, There's this huge underground network organisation who wants to take down shield?" Fury questioned once more. The trio were back on the hellipad and had just finished recounting their mission. He was pacing up and down in front of them as he struggled to comprehend all this.
"Do we know who they are?" Fury asked.
"Not yet," Clint struggled to say, "but it's clear that they are a threat that needs to be eliminated sooner rather than later." Everything was very tense, as though each person were watching one another's actions. Clint saw Fury turn towards them as he paused in his pacing.
"So you don't know who they were, when they are going to attack and who's controlling them." Fury summarised, "You need to give me something." He sounded half exasperated. Isabella couldn't blame him – I guess for all their efforts they really didn't learn anything new. Natasha had remained rather quiet the whole time they were telling the story, but now she spoke up,
"There's this," She said, holding up to Fury the same piece of paper that she had before. Isabella wondered what she was hoping to prove by that – there were only vague plans on that piece of paper and nothing they could really use to take them down. Then, to her surprise, Natasha turned the paper around to show the back. Stamped across the document in big bold letters were the words, 'SPM" Isabella stared at the words, and then at Natasha. She knew this group.
"Why didn't you show us this before," she half shouted at her sister.
"I knew you'd be angry. You would be vulnerable on the mission." She explained to her whilst Clint and Fury just looked at the two on them confused. Isabella was angry though: she was angry at her sister for leaving out this crucial information, but at the same time she understood that although she might not like it, what Natasha said was correct. If you feel such emotion on a mission mistakes occur, and mistakes costs lives.
"You want to fill us in here?" Clint asked Natasha who sighed and began her story.
"This is about our past," she breathed, "The SPM stands for the Secret Power Movement. It's a huge worldwide organisation that takes down the people who they believe are disposable. There are bases in every country of the world: The Secret French Power, the Secret American Power… you get the idea. Isabella and I used to work for the Secret Russian Power, more specifically, the red room department. It's who we were before shield." She paused slightly as Clint and Fury took in exactly what she was saying, "But they are all linked by the SPM. Shield hasn't worried about much of their activities in the past as there have always been bigger threats out there, and they don't do too much damage most of the time, but I guess this is something new." She finished.
Isabella watched as Fury stared down at Natasha, as though he could pry more information out of her.
"They're bad news." He stated before he wandered over to the window. Staring out at the city of New York, he thought, calculating every option he could now take. This group had to be stopped, and yet it was far bigger than anything that they had faced before. What seemed like minutes later, he made his decision.
"I think its time we called in the avengers again." He stated. Natasha and Clint looked at each other happily, despite all the problems that were going to happen now, believe it or not they had actually become quite good friends with the avengers since the last battle.
"I'll take Cap." Clint volunteered first.
"Banner is down to me." Natasha followed on. Isabella had heard about the avenger's initiative before, so she knew who was left to find. Following their lead she said,
"I guess I'll find Stark."
"Be careful." Fury said as they left the room to go their separate ways.
Clint arrived at the first avenger before the others…
Clint watched from the distance as Steve Rodgers gave a punching bag a battering. They were in one
of Shield's homeland training facilities. It was empty apart from him, as at this time most people had gone home. Clint could see the concentration in Steve's face, as he relentlessly hammered it until it swung off its chains and bashed down onto the floor. Stepping out from his hiding place, Clint made himself known.
"What has that poor bag done to you then." He taunted Steve. Caught by surprise, Steve jerked around to face him
"Clint." He said simply by way of a hello. "How are you doing?"
"Yep, good thanks. But listen, Fury needs you." Steve turned back to the bag that was now on the floor. He picked it up and flung into a nearby cupboard before quietly closing the door.
"There's an organisation that wants to destroy the world." Clint continued when Steve never replied. "He's calling in all the avengers."
Steve looked at him for a while. On one hand, it would be good just to relax for a time. After all for him it seemed as though only a few months ago he was fighting in World War 2. Then again, the world needed him. This was what the serum was created for, and he'd be damned if he was going to let the world die without him trying to help it survive.
"Alright. I'll come," he said, following Clint out of the gym
Natasha was next to find her chosen avenger.
Banner was in India at the time, inspected a little girl's knee that was all bashed up. Natasha could see him as he reached out and placed a plaster on the knee, before giving it a little rub better. With tear stained eyes, the little girl thanked the doctor before she hurried out of the door. Natasha stepped in with confidence. Unlike last time, she was alone, but that didn't worry her in the slightest as Banner knew her now. Banner gave a double glance at her, before he joked.
"Just you and me right." He said as he too remembered their last meeting.
"Just us, and I mean it this time." Natasha laughed, "Fury needs you to come in again. The world is in danger, and we are the only ones who can save it" Banner never liked coming to Fury's strife, but he knew what a difference he had made in New York last time. He knew what he could do to help, and he couldn't argue with saving a person. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for him to reach his decision.
"I'm on my way then." He said straightaway with little hesitation. Taken aback at his sudden answer, Natasha Romanoff simply gave a small smile.
Isabella found Stark next
"I need to see Tony Stark." She argued with the seriously annoying women who was on the front desk.
"I'm sorry, he only takes appointments." The receptionist said in such a false high voice. Isabella couldn't take much more. She forced out a goodbye, but instead of leaving the building, she walked over to the nearest lift. After a quick glance around, she swiftly started to hack the device. Before long, the doors opened and she made her way up to meet Stark.
The elevator opened with a ping a couple of minutes later. Isabella walked out to an empty room. Slowly, she glanced around calling out,
"Mr Stark," to the vacant area around her. Then a voice came out from behind,
"You know your breaking and entering." A man stated as though he couldn't care less. Isabella turned to face Tony Stark.
"Yeah. I know. You must be Tony Stark."
"Yep. That's me. So who are you?"
"Isabella Romanoff. You know my sister Natasha." Isabella replied back. Tony looked genuinely surprised for a moment – I guess he didn't know that Natasha even had a sister.
"Hi again Natasha's sister." He repeated, "Not meaning to be rude or anything, but why are you here."
"Fury has a mission for you. All the avengers are being called up." Isabella explained, handing him an information pad. He glanced at it briefly, before he looked up again
"Fine. I'll come." He said reluctantly, "Off we go then… Natasha's sister."
"It's Isabella." She reminded him, but he just waved it off and walked out the door.
Phew. That was quite a long chapter for me. Demigod-GallagherGirl, you are an amazing person. I love reading your reviews. Thank you so much! Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.