Tony stared at me in amazement. I smiled uneasily. Dena hung lazily on to my arm, not really paying attention to our conversation.

"You killed her."

"Yep."

"Just like you killed the other assassin."

"Yep."

"And you don't feel bad."

"Nope."

"That's...incredible."

"How so?" I raised an eyebrow. "Soldiers kill without feeling every day."

"You're not a soldier, Anna. You're 17."

"Nope. I've been a fighter since I was little. I've always been a killer."

"I don't believe that."

"You don't have to, Tony." I shrugged.

"So she killed a few people, so what?" Dena snorted beside me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What would you know about killing?" Tony raised an eyebrow at her.

"A lot more than you think." She sneered.

"Dena…" I said warningly.

"I'm not gonna let him talk down to me."

"She says as she clings to her older sister's skirt tails." Tony rolled his eyes. I hit him in the arm.

"Not cool, man."

"Hydra is trying to kill my sister. She has the right to fight back."

"What?" I stared wide-eyed at her. "Who told you that? I never told you that."

"I…um…" She looked around, worried, as if searching for someone.

"Dena, tell us how you know this." Tony looked as worried as I felt.

"I…I was told to spy on them."

"Come again?" Tony crossed his arms over his chest. Dena took a deep breath.

"Sabretooth told me to spy on this group of men. They talked about killing Annie. I didn't know who she was at the time. I just told everything I heard to Sabretooth."

"Why would he tell a kid to spy on a Hydra meeting?" Nick asked, walking up behind us. "And how did he know they were meeting?"

"It's my…mutation." She shifted uncomfortably.

"Clarify." Fury said softly.

"I'm a shape-shifter. I can look like anyone. He showed me a picture of some guy named Kristoff Heinz."

"The Aryan?" I asked, breathless.

"Aryan?" Tony raised an eyebrow at me, I waved him off.

"As to how he knew they were there; no friggin clue." Dena continued. "I just found out when they were gonna try to kill Annie."

"Did you learn anything else?" Tony asked.

"We really should give her over to a team to have her debriefed." Fury took his phone out of his pocket.

"I'm not leaving her alone with your goons, Fury. She's only 10." I instinctively grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to me.

"You can go with her, but we need to know what she heard." He nodded at me, sensing my stress.

"I can give you names, dates, times, and vehicle types. I didn't see license plates, though." Dena piped in. I stared at her in amazement. "I'm good at remembering things."

"That's good to know." Fury chuckled.

They quizzed Dena for hours; asking her questions about whom, how, what, and where. Finally, they let us go home. Dena went to the living room to watch a movie with Jean and Scott, and I ran up to my room, hoping to find Wade on my bed. Of course, he was there.

"What's wrong, kitten? You look like you've seen a ghost." He chuckled as he flipped through a magazine.

"I figured out why Sabretooth knew about the assassination attempt."

"Come again?'

"He was using Dena to spy on Hydra."

"Using small children to do his dirty work; seems legit." He frowned. "But why did he care that they wanted to kill you?'

"I have no fucking clue." I plopped down on the bed beside him. He hugged me and kissed my neck. "He's up to something, Wade, and I wanna know what it is."

"You're not the only one, kitten." He smiled at me. "Fury called."

"What? I just left the lab!" I groaned.

"He said there were some people he wanted you to meet."

"I don't like people."

"Liar. You're a people person, kitten." He chuckled and handed me a piece of paper. "He wants you back at the lab tonight." He looked at his watch. "In an hour, actually."

"Shit." I got back up and went for the door. "I'm gonna grab a sandwich from the kitchen and head back."

"I'm going with you."

"Why?"

"You're seriously going to ask me that after what happened last night?" He scowled at me.

"Are you waiting for me to apologize? You'll be waiting a while." I said sternly.

"You knew there was going to be an attack and you sent me away. You put knowlingly put yourself in danger."

"I handled it."

"What if the bitch had succeeded?" He was yelling now. I yelled right back.

"What if you trusted my abilities?"

"You asked me to keep you safe, Siobhan! How the hell can I do that if you won't let me?"

"You're right, is that what you wanna hear? I took a chance; it paid off. Yeah, there was a chance that it might not work, but I was willing to take it."

"I don't wanna lose you!"

"You're not gonna!" I took a deep breath and smiled. "If you think I'm that easy to kill, you haven't been paying attention."

"I spent the last hour being yelled at by Wolverine. He blames me for not taking care of you; what's worse, so do I." He growled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his chest. "I couldn't stand the thought that I was the one who left you to die."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. "You didn't. I made you leave. I'm still alive. I'm not dead; you can tell cuz I'm still jabbering. Stop this silliness." I kissed his cheek and wriggled free of his grasp.

I was staring at the best cleavage I'd ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I'm as straight as a board; women were insane; but that chest could turn even Barbra Bush! I tried my best to look her in the face, but I was failing miserably.

"I know the feeling." A man laughed, catching where my eyes were.

"I don't know what you mean." I coughed, jerking my head up.

"Anna, meet Clint and Natasha, codenamed Hawkeye and Black Widow, respectively." Fury made formal introductions.

"Nice to meet cha." I smiled.

"Ditto." Hawkeye winked at me.

"You are very young." Natasha used even, measured tones, making her Russian accent sound even stronger.

"Yep. Point?" She had an air of arrogance that I did not appreciate.

"I know my point. You single?" Hawkeye waggled his eyebrows at me.

"Nope, she's taken." Wade snarled from behind me.

"Quite happily, actually." I laughed.

"Deadpool. What I wouldn't do to be able to put you behind bars." Natasha growled.

"For one, you'd have to go through me, and trust me, you don't wanna." I smiled wickedly and let my fingers dance around the hilt of the blades at my side. She scowled at me, I blew her a kiss.

"I like where this is going." Hawkeye laughed.

"I don't. Stand down, Black Widow." Fury growled. She scowled even harder, and folded her arms across her chest.

"Your face is gonna stick that way, if you're not careful." I smiled sweetly at her.

"Anna." Fury said warningly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be good." I rolled my eyes.

"I like her." Hawkeye laughed, obviously enjoying Natasha's discomfort.

"Don't we all?" Fury rubbed at his temple, obviously annoyed.

"Any way," I edged cautiously, "you two are going to be on this team as well?"

"They are two of my best agents." Fury boasted.

"Awesome."

"We are highly trained in combat and special ops." Natasha slithered out in her Russian drawl.

"No dip, Sherlock. That's expected."

"What I mean by that is, we do not need the help of a teenager who does not know her place."

"At the moment, my place is shoving my boot so far up your ass, you'll taste leather." I growled. I did not need attitude right now.

"Natasha, back off." Fury yelled.

"I refuse to accept this little girl as an equal."

"Why don't you stop thinking about me as a little girl, and start thinking of me as the mutant who's gonna kick your ass."

"You can't even touch me."

"Wanna bet?"

"Let them fight it out, Fury. It could be interesting." Wade laughed.

"I agree." Hawkeye glowed in amusement.

"Fine, kill each other if it makes you feel better." Fury threw his hands up in the air and walked out of the room.

I ran right at her. I swung my fist at her face, she back-flipped out of the way, her foot hitting me in the jaw. I jerked forward, sticking out my right leg, flowing down into a split position, and spun, swiping her off her feet. She landed on the ground with a thud. I felt like Jackie Chan as I jumped back on my feet and grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her. She twisted around, grabbing my arm. We both squeezed, both yelled out in pain.

I released her and flipped away. I grabbed a beaker from the table and flung it at her head; she deflected it with her forearm. She ran over to the table and grabbed a knife; I unsheathed my blades and stopped the blade from sinking down into my neck. I kicked at her chest and grabbed her blouse, propelling myself behind her. I put my blade to her throat and pressed it deep enough to draw blood. She dropped the knife and froze; a scowl of hatred on her face. I took my second blade and drew a cut across her right cheek. She stiffened, but refused to cry out. I released her and kicked her against the wall.

"You didn't have to cut her, kitten." Wade smiled in spite of his words.

"Dude! Do it again!" Hawkeye laughed.

"Well, you can fight, after all." Natasha spat, leaning against the wall and wiping the blood from her new battle wound.

"Told ya." I re-sheathed my blades.

"Everyone done playing?" Tony asked as he walked into the room.

"Aw man, I was hoping for some more, hot chick-on-chick death match!"
Hawkeye laughed.

"Can I kill him?" I asked, giving the annoying man a death glare.

"No, Anna. We need him…for now." Tony chuckled.

"Whatever. Did you look at those plans I gave you?" I asked, hopeful.

"Yes; they look like they could work." A smiled spread, quickly over his face.

"Something tells me that you're not just excited because our work is almost done." I smirked.

"No. I'm really excited to meet him." He took a seat at my desk and looked over my notes. "My father knew him, way back when.'

"Way back when? You're too young to use that phrase." I chuckled.

"You can say that again." Wade scoffed.

"How old are you, Deadpool?" Hawkeye asked.

"Didn't your mother teach you better than to ask a psychopath his age?"

"Wolverine fought with the Cap, too." I commented thoughtfully. "I wonder what he'll think about working with two of his old buddies' kids?"