AARGH! I'm so mad!
I won't tell you why.
It's about Avengers Two.
Cookies if you can guess why!
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Disclaimer: It's called fanfiction. I'm not even sure why this is necessary, but I didn't do it on any of the earlier chapters, soooo... I don't own the Avengers.
Doy.
Natasha groaned and rubbed her head. The room was swaying sickeningly. A pair of eyes was glaring in front of her.
"Geroff," she mumbled.
"She's alive!"
Her vision focused and she could make out Tony scowling in front of her, Thor, looking a little dazed, and Steve, looking... frozen?
Clint tugged on her arm. "Please don't fall back asleep, Tasha, we've got an emergency."
Natasha rubbed her head. "I'm up, I'm up."
Tony leaned back, giving her room to sit up. Her vision was mildly tunneled, so it took a while, looking around the room, to realize that everyone was there. Even Steve.
Yep, he was frozen.
"What..." she struggled to get the words out. "What happened to Steve?"
"Loki," answered Tony shortly.
"His magic... It is unlike any I have ever seen. It was forbidden to learn those practices on Asgard."
"What's wrong with Mother Nature?"
Thor looked at Tony gravely. "Controlling the elements gives you much more power than you think."
"And that—" interrupted Fury, striding into the room, "Is why our next target is Ivy Rose."
"Ivy Rose? What kind of a name is that?"
Natasha rolled her eyes, as she was feeling much more like herself. "Forget it, Tony. Just get the woman."
"Not a woman."
"What?"
Natasha tapped her head piece and the jet dipped slightly as she lifted her hand. She cursed and righted it. "What do you mean?"
Tony's voice came through the intercom. "I see her. Matches the description, minus the fact that she's not even a teenager yet."
The jet dipped again. "How old?"
Silence as gears whirred and little beeps were heard in the background. "Uh, Jarvis says she eleven."
"You're sure it's her?"
"Uh, Blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, tall—for her age."
It is indeed Ms Rose, sir.
"Fabulous. Thanks, Jarvis."
"Alright, I'm going in."
"Stark! You can't just kidnap a little girl. This changes the entire plan!"
"Does it?"
"Stark, I'll kill you."
"Fine, fine. What do you want me to do?"
"Talk to her?"
"Any ideas?"
Natasha made an exasperated noise. "Fury! Why didn't you tell us this? It's kind of critical information!"
"You wouldn't have agreed to go."
"Really," mused Tony, watching the pre-teen as she talked with a friend. She certainly didn't look suspicious. "And why is that?"
Fury could be heard sighing. "You know why."
Natasha. "Well, how is she supposed to help us defeat Loki?"
"I got the girl."
"Stark! What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Tony get your #% over to HQ right now. Fury... never mind."
Natasha skillfully piloted the jet across the bay to the Helicarrier, which was waiting, concealed on the edge of town. She saw a flash of golden light that signified Iron Man entering the great ship.
"Tony, what did you do?"
"Anesthesia."
"She's eleven! This complicates everything!"
"It doesn't have to," grumbled Barton, but shut up quickly under Natasha's death glare.
"We just have to put her back and find another way to defeat him."
"Put her back—she's not a stolen toy."
"Yes, Bruce, I—"
"Honestly, it's better here."
Everyone whipped around.
Up close, she looked even younger. She held her head perfectly straight. Her golden-blonde hair fell to her mid-back, and she was tall—for her age. She could have passed for thirteen, yet she still looked seven.
"Um—I—uh—"
"Hi," put in Agent Romanoff. "Um, how—"
"Long was I standing there?" finished the girl. "Long enough."
"This must be pretty overwhelming for you," said Tony sympathetically. The group turned towards him in amazement. "I mean, meeting the Avengers? Pre-tty cool."
Natasha rolled her eyes, along with Ivy. "I've seen you before."
"Yeah, but in person?" maintained Tony.
"Not all of you. Him." She pointed to Barton. Even he looked confused. "Me?"
She scowled at him, as if he'd personally offended her. "You didn't actually speak to me. Just my parents."
"Your parents—?"
"Were SHIELD agents."
"Were? They—"
"Died. Six years ago."
"You have an irritating habit of finishing people's sentences, did you know that?" asked Tony as Barton's eyes widened in realization.
"Your parents were—"
"Beth and Michael Evanson."
"So why is your last name Rose?"
She glared at Steve(succesfully defrosted), who had spoken. "It isn't."
"But your file said—"
"My name is Miri Evanson."
Natasha whacked Clint in the stomach as he opened his mouth again. Miri's lips curled into a faint smile that disappeared quickly. "Why am I here?"
"Um, actually we don't—"
"You're here because of your blood samples."
Fury walked into the room. He looked uncharacteristically nervous. Miri's gaze hardened as it lit upon him. "Where would you get my blood samples?"
"Ms. Calvestone."
"What?!"
"Wait, can someone please tell us what's going on here?" Bruce interjected. Thor was staring at the young girl with a peculiar expression on is face, Steve was frowning, Natasha looked passive, and Tony looked irritated.
Fury sighed. "Because she was a SHIELD agent's child, we took blood tests every week. Her parents, her mother at least, had small… odd abilities. Her parents did the tests for her before the accident–"
"It wasn't an accident."
"So at the orphanage where she was registered, an undercover agent, Jean Calvestone, took the tests."
"And?"
"And, Mir—Miss Evanson, though the change was gradual, your blood has a similar toxicity to Loki's. And a slight gamma signature."
"Are you saying I'm magical?"
"I believe I am."
Miri looked shocked. As did everyone else.
"You've got to be kidding me." Steve shot Tony a warning look, but Tony plowed on. "She's eleven! She's supposed to defeat Loki? She couldn't step on an ant!"
She lunged at him, but Barton and Bruce held her back. She sagged suddenly. "He's right. Your blood test thingy must be wrong. Sorry to disappoint, but the only thing I can do that's out of the ordinary is calculus."
"You can not."
"Try me, Lancelot."
"All right, what's"
"STOP!" Everyone looked at thor as he spoke for the first time. He blushed slightly. "It's just… you're wrong."
Miri furrowed her brow. "About calculus? Because my math teacher said—"
"No, not about your Midgardian maths. About the blood sample. you have the same aura as my brother. I can sense magic."
"Oooo-kay."
"His brother is Loki," explained Tony."
"I know!" She scowled at him. "But you're all wrong."
"Your aura glows," said Thor helpfully.
Miri stalked out of the conference room.
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