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"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'what! You too? I thought that no one but myself…'" ~C.S. Lewis
Nick Fury walked into the Avenger's Tower and stopped dead. The Black Widow was sparring with Anora. Stark and Barton were discussing upgrades for The Hawk's bow, and Banner was reading in the corner, occasionally looking up and speaking to Stark about the upgrades.
"Well, I'm glad to see you aren't at each other's throats."
"Sir."
"Patchy."
"Director."
"Uncle Nick! How are yo- umph."
"Pay attention to your opponent. Don't get distracted."
"I wasn't distracted Tasha, I just didn't move fast enough."
"I see. Let's see how fast you can move then."
"Oh, hell." Romanoff and Anora's sparing match got more intense, blows and dodges got quicker.
"Don't worry Patchy. Romanoff won't hurt her. This is a daily occurrence after breakfast."
"Is that so?"
"Umph. Yep. And I think I'm sore enough for today, no offense Tash."
"None taken."
"Didn't you used to spar at that fancy school of yours Princess?"
"Yeah, but we spared using our abilities. I'd rather not if I don't have to. It's not exactly fun."
"Creating and manipulating energy sources isn't fun?"
"No, Tony, it's not. Not in a fight. I could kill a person, not just kill them, but absolutely destroy them, not even their little finger would be left."
The room was silent. Fury, of course had known that, the other obviously hadn't.
"Damn. No wonder you don't use your abilities." Barton looked horrified, so did the others, but the Director could tell that they weren't afraid of her. No, they were afraid for her. They were afraid of what might happen if someone forced her to do something terrible.
"It's not that I don't use my abilities. I do. I can do more than destroy. Energy, while it can destroy things, can heal and create too. I've healed a few more minor injuries you guys have gotten before. Mainly Tony, but that's because someone doesn't know how to use proper safety equipment." She glared at Stark.
"Hey!"
"Well, you don't, dumbass. I'd rather you not get blown to smithereens, mostly because Pepper would terrifying."
"Gee, thanks Princess."
"Enough. Barton. Romanoff. You have assignments."
"What's the assignment, Sir?"
"You, Barton are going to France. Romanoff, go to D.C. you'll be working with the Captain."
"When?" Romanoff asked.
"Immediately."
Anora hugged both the Spider and the Hawk before they left to get ready for their missions. "Stay safe. And remember we're watching Lord of the Rings when you guys get back."
"That's supposed to be tomorrow."
"Clint you dolt, we're waiting until you guys get back. We all know how much you like those movies, besides, it wouldn't be any fun without the two of you."
As the avengers said good bye to the spy and assassin, Fury realized that they weren't just a ragtag bunch of heroes, or even just a team. They were acting like friends and more than that, a family.