A/N: Hi all! Hope you all had an awesome Christmas! Only one chapter today coz I only got two reviews :( I love reviews because I love to hear your opinions on my stories! I just finished my other story, A Smarty-Pants Addition! First fanfic I've ever finished! Have a Happy New Year!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers :(

Chapter 5: Elements

Unfortunately, Tony didn't pass out on the way to the Helicarrier, but Anastasia knew that there would be another chance eventually, if she stuck around long enough. She decided that she would stick around, if she was allowed to, of course, just to make sure that she got to draw on his face.

The ride on the jet consisted of Tony making various remarks about the others around him, but nothing too bad. He didn't dare to make a comment about Natasha, probably in fear that she would actually kill him if he did.

When the jet finally landed on the Helicarrier, after what felt like longer than forever, everyone exited the jet and walked down onto what seemed to be a runway, but in the middle of the ocean. Anastasia looked around and saw Steve was right; there were jets and helicopters on it. There was also a symbol of bird in a circle painted on the end of the runway in bright yellow. There were many people scattered around, tying the jets and helicopters to the ground. Tony said goodbye to the group and flew off to goodness knows where.

Natasha walked up behind Anastasia. "Welcome to the Helicarrier, Stay," she whispered in her ear. Then the older sibling put her hand to her ear, and Anastasia could hear another person talking through her comm, although she didn't understand what they said. Natasha replied, "Yes, sir," before dropping her hand and leading the group towards a door.

Steve was walking behind Anastasia, and he whispered to her, "This thing can fly." That made her glance behind her to look at Steve to see if he was lying, but then again, he probably didn't know how to lie; he was too honest and too nice to be able to lie.

Natasha led the group through quite a few hallways, dropping Loki off in a room with some guards, then she took them into a large room full of people and computers. This was where the huge, now airborne, Helicarrier was obviously controlled: the bridge. It looked amazing.

"I can understand why you chose this life, Natty. This is so cool," Anastasia said to Natasha, who gave her a small smile before heading to one of the computers. No one followed her this time, but Anastasia watched her as she flicked her finger through a man's files on the computer screen, a nearly indecipherable sad and worried expression playing on her features. The younger girl wondered who the man was, and what he meant to her big sister. She would have to ask her later.

Someone walked into the room then, and whoever they were, they were important, because they made some of the people on computers jump, scrambling to change the screen from games to their work. Anastasia turned around to see Steve shaking hands with a tall black man with an eye patch and a black leather trench coat. He looked scary, and he was clearly someone that held quite a bit of authority.

He walked over to the group, looking at Thor and then her. He blinked a few times with his one good eye, doing a double take. Then he scanned the room until he found Natasha.

"Agent Romanoff?"

She looked up from the computer screen, standing up and walking over to him. "Yes, sir?"

"Who is this?" he asked sternly. Anastasia suddenly felt afraid, and she wondered if he would let her stay; he looked like the one that called the shots around here.

"My little sister, Director. Anastasia Oktoba Romanova," Natasha hesitantly answered him.

The Director turned his gaze to Anastasia. "And why are you here, Miss Romanoff?" he asked, changing her last name to the English version. Anastasia felt small under his scary, one-eyed gaze.

"I'd like to stay, sir," she said in a soft voice, sounding a bit like a child. "Is that okay?" she added shyly.

"What good would you do?" he questioned, frowning.

Anastasia looked worriedly to Natasha, who nodded in encouragement. "Well, I, um, I'm part vampire. I can control fire, earth, water and air; the elements. I can also run at inhuman speeds and have inhuman strength, sight and hearing, but not as good as full vampires do," she told him, looking down at her hands.

He seemed to think about this for a second. "Can you show me?" the Director asked, bobbing down a bit to stand at eye level with the tiny seventeen-year-old.

She nodded and put her hands in front of her, palms up. She then looked up at the tall man as she lit her palms, to see his reaction. He stepped back and stood up straight, watching the flames lick her hands and change colour between red and black.

"I can control the speed of wind and water, the heat and colour of fire and the density and heat of the earth, as well as what gas fills the air. I could make a room full of people die by changing the gas in the air from oxygen to another gas, and I can control where the gas goes, so it doesn't spread and kill everyone," Anastasia explained, watching the man, who looked utterly fascinated by what she was doing and what else she could do.

"I can't believe that we didn't consider hiring you before, Miss Romanoff. You will join Captain Rogers in his assignment," he told her.

"Great. When do I start?" she asked happily.

"Now."

"What?"

"Agent Romanoff, can you please escort Miss Romanoff to the room next to yours," he asked, or more like ordered.

Natasha had the slightest ghost of shock on her face. "Agent Barton's room?" she said, having to put in a small effort to keep her voice even.

"No. The room on the other side," he said, assuring her, it seemed. No one else would've noticed, but Anastasia saw Natasha give an inaudible sigh of relief. Now she was really interested.

Natasha walked over her. "Right this way."

Yay! Chapter five is up! Have a Happy New Year! Please review and tell me what you think about Anastasia's powers!