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"Right then Stark, what you got for us?" Steve's voice echoed around the large laboratory. The avengers had gathered in this large open facility. The entire place would probably be like a scientist's version of paradise – chemicals were stacked up in a cupboard from top to bottom whilst Bunsen burners, fume cupboards and very high tec computers were dotted here and there. Stark waited a moment to increase the dramatic tension, before he explained.
"A few months back, SHIELD intercepted a signal from one of the SPM's bases. Very small and seemingly insignificant at the time." He began, "But…" there was yet another drawn out pause, "trace back the signal… and… voila! We have a match on the base."
"That is good right?" Thor asked.
"err.. Very." Bruce continued, "It means we can work out where this base is. Which is… in some place deep within the Alps of Europe" Hearing this, Steve switched into his 'leader' mode as Tony called it.
"Right then. Suit up and be ready to go in 15 minutes." He ordered the rest of the team, who turned back to get ready.

It didn't take Isabella long at all to prepare – she was already in a suit so instead she followed Natasha. With her quick pace, her sister stormed off to the weapons room, beckoning Isabella along as she went. Inside, stacks of guns of all different shapes of sizes filled the room. There were also a few swords and a stylish bow and arrow. After picking this up for Clint, Natasha scanned along the guns, pulling out and inspecting a few of them. Before long she found what she was looking for and quickly attached it to her suit.
"Ready?" Isabella asked
"Hang on a sec." Natasha mumbled once more. Turning around one last time, she picked up a shiny black pole from the side of the door. "Couldn't help noticing you kept picking poles and sticks up to fight with." She said to Isabella's questioning look, "So I have one made professionally. It's stronger than most metals and barely weighs anything. Plus I've been told that it'll knock a man out cold if you have a good aim." Isabella could barely believe what she was saying – her own weapon. It was true that she had taken a fancy to poles to fight with. Even though some people might see them as useless or a last resort, it was incredible what you could do with one, whether it be throwing it like a javelin onto an unsuspecting oncomer, or swinging it around someone's head so that a person would fall -you get the idea. And this was her very own weapon. Maybe one day she'll even get a cool codename, then she would really be an agent.

Isabella was overwhelmed by happiness. Her sister passed it to her, and she held it out reverently and inspected it from top to bottom.
"Thanks," she said gratefully, tucking it away into her belt like a sword.
"We best go now." Natasha said glancing at her watch. Together, they rushed off back upstairs.

Bruce was there to wave them off by the jet as he never really went on any missions. The jet was a sleek black colour, not unlike the one that they took the last time. Gathering around by the entrance, Isabella couldn't help but wonder whether they would see him again, but the mission had to be done. Speaking of missions…
"What are we actually going to do when we get there?" Isabella asked. Everyone halted for a moment, as though they had only just thought of that themselves.
"I suppose we investigate a bit and then shut the base down." Steve answered thoughtfully.
"Shut it down?" Isabella questioned, for she still didn't quite understand.
"Blow it up." Thor translated,
"Right." Then Isabella and the rest of the avengers climbed on board. Thor, Isabella, Steve and Tony went into the back whilst Natasha and Clint took the pilot and co-pilot's seats respectively. Sitting down, Isabella couldn't help but feel a little uneasy – it seemed a bit too easy tracing that signal. As far as she could remember, the SRP section that she had been involved in had always covered their tracks up completely. Shaking this thought out of her mind, Isabella swept up her long brown hair into a high pony tail, completely oblivious to Stark watching her movements.

Leaning down to the pilot seats, Tony whispered,
"So how come you and your sister don't look much alike?" to Natasha. He seemed genuinely curious, like it had been playing on his mind for some time.
"Oh," Natasha said surprised, "Um, she got our father's genes I guess and I got our mother's." she explained quickly. It was true though that they didn't really look very alike at all. Where Natasha had bright red hair that stood out vividly from the rest of her face, Isabella's brown hair hid her away, and where Natasha stood a tall 5"7, Isabella was only around 5"3. In fact, the only real similarity between them would be their bright sea green eyes, not to mention their personalities were almost identical at times.
"Thought it would be something like that," Tony mumbled, going back to his seat.

A few hours later they arrived. Stepping out onto the cold ground outside, the avenger's team prepared for action. The mountains around them leered threateningly whilst the bitter cold wind roared viciously.
"What's that?" Thor peered into the distance at a huge dark mass that did not represent any shape to him.
"Oh dear." Clint said. Being called Hawkeye has its advantages some of time, but to be honest, Clint really wished he couldn't see the army of enemy agents that were running towards them.

Hi again. Thanks to kathleenhmc for the reminder about descriptions – you are right. I totally forgot to tell you what Isabella looks like – oops! Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter