Hi guys! I'm back bitches! (love Charlie on Supernatural!) I hope you like this chapter, since the last one was so gory, I decided on something a little more... Sweet to go here.
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Death Walkers/Mischief Mongers are now 15
The group of teenagers sat in their chairs, squirming and wriggling around in boredem. Jace tried to keep them under control, he really did, but it was all Evan's fault in the end.
When they were called to Tourra Wolf's office, they had no idea what it was about. They hadn't played any (major) pranks lately, so that couldn't be it, and Wolf usually just put their assaignments on their beds, letting them choose when, where, and how to kill their targets.
They had been left while Wolf went to take a phone call (which was odd), and no adult supervision. Really. Bad. Idea.
Riley was the first to groan out; "I'm Booooored!" And it spiraled out of control from there. Same girl from before had started poking Tony repeatedly in the ribs, watching as his face twitched in annoyance, yet he couldn't stop the occasional giggle from breaking through (hem, hem, manly chuckle) due to his ticklishness. After five minutes of that though, he was pretty done. Evan then decided to join. Jace shook his head, crossing his arms in an attempt to stay out of it.
"The next person to poke me is dead meat!" Tony finally broke, glaring at the culprits. Riley made a 'okay, sheesh' gesture with her hands, then sat on her hands for good measure.
Evan retracted his hands…. And poked Tony again almost thirty seconds later. Tony jumped up, grabbing Evan in a headlock, and the two began wrestling in their chairs. When the fighting progressed enough for them to fall on the floor, Riley stood on her chair, and jumped, elbowing Evan-who was currently on top- on the way down in a move that looked like something off of WWE. Jace regretted letting them watch it now.
The fight continued, and all Jace could do was pinch the bridge of their nose, and shrug in exasperation when Wolf finally came back, the fighting trio not even noticing. A small cough later, and they scrambled to their chairs, sitting down quickly, trying not to look too sheepish. Wolf just raised an eyebrow at Jace who gave her an 'you don't wanna know' look, and sat behind her desk calmly.
"Mischief Mongers," Wolf had tried in vain to avoid encouraging the family of four into more trouble with the name, but in the end had given up trying. "I have a job for you." They perked up. That ment someone to kill… Or clean the stables. But they often just turned it around to bite the Chasseur leader in the ass, sucsessfully evading punishment.
"You have been informed of our alliance with Shield?" After a few nods from the MM, she continued. "It needs to be renewed every five years, and it was in 1998 the last time the renewal occurred, we need a small team of assassins assembled to accompany me as we renew it. I have chosen you four to join me."
"What?! Us!? Really!? Cool." Riley's excitement seemed only to last the first three words, fizzling out at the end. They didn't even bother with the quizzical looks. It was Riley. There was no way to discribe it other than that. Tony was considering hacking the databases of the internet and putting in Riley with the definition; "Men or women with a morbid sense of humor, odd habits, strange reactions to things, openly discusses insanity while admitting they themselves are insane, random out-of-the-blue questions about things such as how long it takes a person to bleed to death and if the process can be slowed with a mixture of sulfur and carbon. Can be used as a verb as Riley'd."
But they still loved her, and were fiercely protective of the girl, her just as (or more) protective of her brothers.
Tourra Wolf told them to be ready in an hour, in full dress, and at the stables. She dismissed them, and shook her head in amusement as Tony flicked Riley, causing her to lunge. Tony dodged, laughing as she chased him down the hall, waving to Jackel cheerfully as she did. Jace and Evan walked close behind, nodding or saying hello to everyone that passed. Wolf gave as sigh.
She wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not. Wolf hoped she wouldn't regret it later. (It was later she sat down with a glass of scotch, torn between laughing her head off, or banging it against her desk).
The Mischief Mongers scrambled into their gear, triple checking every piece over. They wanted to look their best. Tony's mind was racing, wondering how everything would go. He jabbered with Riley about something absentmindedly, thoughts somewhere else entirely (he vaguely remembered something about world domination, and questioned wether or not to be worried because he couldn't tell if she was joking. If she wasn't, he'd join her.)
When they made it to the quinjet after the horseback ride, they boarded quickly, the usual amount of banter reduced in front of their leader. Tony twirled his pistol, gazing at the polished metal with distracted eyes. Riley's fingers traced the patterns in her blade, looking for any blemishes in the smooth metal, holding them carefully, wanting to make sure they were perfect.
Evan ran his fingers along the handle of his axe, his mind in a far off place, but still careful with the blade in his hand. Jace twirled his batons in his hand, an amused look on his face while he thought of something Riley had said earlier. Wolf looked them over, resisting the urge to smile, she couldn't hide the fondness in her gaze. The Chasseurs had sad backstories, sure, it's why they were so motivated, but these four had really tragic ones.
Riley, the sweet girl, still full of childlike innocence despite her broken mind. A girl forced to grow up too fast, causing her to resort back to childish ways when she was finally allowed to show them. She hadn't been this… Giddy when they first found her, a serious young girl, fighting off criminals from her few items she had with a plastic butter knife, and chemical bombs she made of cleaning product and old containers. And winning.
Jace, still defending others from bullies as a surrogate from his abusive family. If he couldn't stand up to them (because they were still his parents, and he needed to treat them with respect), he would stand up for others in his position. He held his own against many boys, some as old as seventeen, and won, just to protect a young boy or girl intended to be attacked.
Evan, the young boy was never beaten, but he was abused. Left to starve in his room, harsh words flung his way, forced to clean the entire house of his mother and stepfather's parties (his real dad died shortly after he was born in a car accident), and teased for his scrawny frame as school. He was emotionally stunted, didn't understand the concept of love or kindness. He was a very bright young boy, and did ok in school despite his home life.
And Tony, abused by a father, ignored by a drunken mother, and being forced to work as a grown man because of his genius. People turned red with jealousy, thinking he had the perfect homelife, spoiled rotten. They assumed because he was rich, he had everything. They paid no attention to the bruises peaking out of the edges of his shirt. So willing to accept death from the man who killed his parents, despite never really living.
They had taken four broken pieces, and made them whole. They had made their own family, and God help anyone who hurt the family in any way. The group of five dozed and joked around until they were less than ten minutes away from the helicarrier. Then they got up, smoothed out their wrinkled dress uniforms, and straightened their weapons.
When they landed, there were four agents lined up for them just outside of their quinjet, with others watching from further back, craning their necks to get a good look at the deadly assassins.
They walked off, looking around in slight awe at the airborne base, Wolf simply walking forward with purpose to shake hands with Director Fury.
"Director, it is good to see you again." She said.
"Likewise, Tourra Wolf. You've met Agents Romanoff, Barton, and Coulson, correct?" He asked, gesturing toward each agent in turn, all of whom gave slight nods in their direction. The Mischief Mongers and the Shield agents' eyes studied each other, looking for anything that might give them an edge.
"It's nice to see you all well. This is Ursa Bear, Waiku Dragon, Estra Hyena, and Tagoi Panther, known as Many as the Death Walkers." A few agents milling about, trying to act casual and look over the five assassins, stuttered or froze, before quickly acting like nothing had happened. Riley giggled, and some agents shuddered. Wolf watched with amused eyes.
"Pleasure to meet you. We've set up a room with no recording devices or any other methods to reveal your identity to anyone but myself, Deputy Director Hill, and the three agents behind me. If you'll follow me." The Mischief Mongers had been briefed on the fact they would be revealing their identities to the agents, and were nervous about it. They had packed bags, and would be staying on the helicarrier for three days to make sure everything was in order. They were there only to sign the treaty as witnesses to prove that what was written wasn't altered in any way. They would only need to be there for the first hour or so on the first day, then the last few minutes of the last. Overall, the three days could be done in three hours, but Shield wanted them to feel comfortable in their base. They wore their dress uniforms on the first and last day, but just normal hunting gear (normal uniforms) on the others.
They walked into the room, and sat, waiting as the director and Wolf went over everything in the previous agreement. Finally, they reached the point where they would reveal their identities. Wolf pulled off her mask, but everyone had met her five years prior. Jace went first, tugging off his mask. The agents' eyes widened.
"Jeez, kid, how old are you?" Barton asked, starting in surprise. Jace glared.
"I'm fifteen years old. My name is Jace." A few startled expressions off of them on the age before Riley piped up.
"Also known as Mama Bear!" The other three laughed and Wolf shook her head fondly as Jace tried to get Hyena in a headlock.
"Mischief Mongers, calm yourselves!" She said finally, causing them to move back to their seats in a flash. Coulson raised an eyebrow.
"Mischief Mongers?"
"These four cause quite the amount of trouble at the den, and have become ledgandary pranksters. I have found them many times in my office, having, let's say, dyed the entire gym blue." The Mongers sat up straighter proudly. The agents' couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"That was a good one. Took us awhile though. Plus twenty-eight of Hyena's dye mixtures, each in one of Panther's time released bombs, and a month of me and Dragon sneaking out in the middle of the night to place them." Jace said, smirk on his face.
"Damn, you guys are dedicated." Barton said, laughing slightly.
"Yep! My turn!" Hyena called, pulling off her mask. "I'm Riley!" The girl flashed a grin at the agents, who seemed taken aback by her overly cheerful attitude.
"I'll go." Dragon said, tugging his mask off. "Name's Evan." He nodded to the agents in the room.
"Ok, guess I'm last then." Panther grumbled, before removing his mask. "I'm Tony." Fury nearly burst.
"As in Tony Stark?" Fury asked. Hill let out a small gasp as she recognized the boy, Romanoff and Coulson's eyes widened, and Barton let slip a 'holy shit!'
Tony flinched. "I don't go by that name anymore. I am Tony. Or Tagoi Panther."
Fury cleared his throat. "Ok then. I guess you four can go if you want, the rest is going to be boring." Fury had always had a soft spot for children, he just denied it to anyone who asked.
The four looked to Wolf for approval. "Dismissed. But don't get in too much trouble!" They pulled on their masks and scrambled out after 'dismissed', and Wolf had to yell after them.
"Us?" Riley called back.
"Trouble?" Tony yelled.
"We would never!" They called back togeather, laughing. Wolf shook her head.
"Agents Romanoff, Barton, and Coulson, you are dismissed as well." Fury said, and the agents left the room, following the Death Walkers down the hall, where other agents were avoiding them like the plague.
"I apologize in advance for what they are probably about to go do." Wolf said in amusement, and apology.
"It's four teenagers, what could they possibly do?" Fury regretted the statement three days later.
The Mischief Mongers scampered down the hall, all cackling, just to freak out the agents. But then, Riley found it. The nectar of the gods, the wonderful drink, the amazing wonderful drink.
Coffee. Previously banned from coffee, they attacked the small break room, filling their cups repeatedly with the hot liquid, draining them as fast as they could without burning themselves.
It was there Natasha, Barton, and Coulson found them. They had startled the agents taking their break, and they had watched in awe as they drained the entire pot of coffee in under ten minutes. Natasha had recognized them instantly, just as she had promised herself five years ago in Paris. The singer, and her family. She walked into the break room, and she didn't expect to see a very hyper group of teenagers.
"Ummm, I think you guys have had enough." Clint said, attempting to snatch the cup out of Evan's hand, who pulled it out of the agent's grasp, glaring.
"NO!" He whined like a child refusing to give up his toys. Clint recoiled in surprise.
"We haven't had coffee since we were twelve!" Tony groaned, downing another gulp.
"And why was that?" Coulson asked calmly, smirk on his face.
"We (might have) gotten really hyper on coffee, and ran around for almost three hours, painting… rude… things on pictures." Jace mumbled.
"And people!" Riley chirped happily, taking a deep gulp. Clint laughed.
"Good one! What else have you done?" The other agents had cleared out, the stress too much to handle (it was the freaking Black Widow, Hawkeye, Coulson, and four of the deadliest assassins of all time! They had a freaking right to be), so Tony, Clint, and Riley slunk over to a table, chatting away about pranks they had pulled. Natasha shook her head in exasperation. Sure, she had pulled a good many pranks… Actually she had no other argument. It looked like fun. Evan and her slipped into chairs next to them, joining in enthusiastically.
"I have a feeling the next few days will be… Interesting." Coulson murmured to Jace, who was still sipping his coffee, watching the group at the table, nodding.
"Yeah. For once, I'm going to give you some advice about their pranks, usually I let the victims suffer through it, but I like you." Coulson raised an eyebrow.
"Continue, please."
"Avoid air ducts, test all food and drink before consuming, be careful about flushing toilets or opening doors, and don't freak out if you begin to think you misplaced everything because they moved it." Jace said, never taking his eyes off his siblings as he spoke. When he finished his statement, he slowly took a sip of his coffee. Coulson didn't even bother to ask.
_ I need to distinguish line breaks don't I?_
It was the next morning the first pranks began. When Fury stepped out of his quarters the next morning, the speakers in the hallway started blaring "Pirates of the Caribbean". When he left the hallway, slightly annoyed yet amused, it picked up where it left off in the next hallway.
The sound effects followed him around to every place he went. And he wasn't the only one. Agent Hill had the batman theme song following her, Romanoff was being followed by "Black Widow", Barton seemed to enjoy his song-stalker of "Mother Fucker I'm Awesome".
Tourra Wolf had "Dangerous Woman" playing, and Coulson had "Barbie Girl". Barton had nearly died at that one, much to the other man's unamusement.
A few other random Shield agents had sound effects or songs stalking them. One had the music blaring from "Titanic" on his morning rounds out on deck. Another had the sound of someone crying whenever she handed someone their daily paperwork. A few had "Highway to Hell" playing as they walked (freaking them out a little), and for some reason every time someone fired in the shooting range, the quote from the video "Llamas with Hats" played; "Caaaarrrl! That kiiillls people!"
Everyone knew who the culprits were, and either couldn't find them, or were too scared to confront them. Riley had the song "Do it Like a Dude" playing behind her, and she was singing along happily. Tony had "Back in Black" following him around, and strutted dramatically to go along with it.
Evan had the song "Sexy and I Know It" going for him, and Jace was stuck with "Thunderstruck".
Anyone watching the pranks had a great day watching the pranks, and couldn't help but snigger at Fury when he brushed past, trench coat billowing behind him. He did look like a pirate, so the song was hilarious.
Some of the agents got into the song "Eye of the Tiger", and danced along to it. Overall, it was an interesting day, and despite some annoyance, the prank was actually really funny.
Just after lunch Natasha and Clint tracked down the Mischief Mongers, and when they were in the same area, their songs changed into one, "Like a Boss". Clint laughed his ass off, and Natasha rolled her eyes.
When they finally found the meddlesome foursome, they were in the gym, and "Warriors" was playing since their songs would have clashed.
They paused all the music in the gym (the shooting range continued blurting out "Caaarrrl! That kiiills people!"), and smirked at the looks on the two agents' faces.
"What can we do for you lovely ladies today?" Tony asked with a sly smile. Clint made a face, and Natasha's stern face didn't waver.
"How'd you do it?" She asked. Crossing her arms. Riley swung her feet back and forth like a small
Child on a swing, from where she was perched on one of the tables that held sparring equipment.
"Do what?" Evan asked oh-so-innocently. Clint pointed towards the ceiling.
"The music. We're not going to tattle, everyone who knows who you are know you did it anyways, but it's awesome. So, how'd you do it?"
Jace smirked. "Tony has some serious hacking skills."
Evan picked up next. "Shield's servers are child's play compared to what he's hacked into in the past."
"It was only so easy for him to get in this time. He downloaded the songs into your servers, and matched them with your images." Riley continued.
"Then, I had it play through the speakers by following you through the cameras." Tony kept the pattern going.
"Then, a few different sets of code, and when certain situations happened, say, firing a gun." Jace nodded his head toward the shooting range.
"Then the system would play the effect we picked out." Evan finished.
"One of the most fun pranks we've ever had." Riley laughed.
"We took a vote, came in twenty-ninth on our scale from one to one-hundred." Tony chuckled, and then they ran off, music picking up with their departure.
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When Fury tried to get Wolf to call the Mischief Mongers down later for questioning, the Chasseurs' leader simply raised an eyebrow, and the sound effect of "Hell Noooo oh oh uh ohhhhh!" (from vine) played from the speakers.
SO? What you think? More pranks and Natasha Clint- Mischief Mongers bonding in the next chapter, I think I'm going to make them good friends, I like that idea. Anywho, review pretty please with a cherry on top my wonderful readers! I'll try to update soon!