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The Summoning

Part 1: Capture | Patty Lowell

November

Pink lips curved into a coy smile, the poor beat red teenager handed the strawberry sundae to the eager pretty teenage girl. She was completely oblivious to his affections and his nervousness, to her only thing worthy of attention was the sundae and her homework – oh god she can't wait for Thanksgiving break! Her naturally thick curly blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, light freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose and big cerulean eyes gave her an innocent young look. Don't let that fool you though, hidden underneath the perfect little girl routine was a whiny, loud, loquacious, veracious to the point of hurtful, and occasionally (if you got on her right side the first time around) charming young girl.

She was nearing the age of eighteen (although she could pull off fourteen quite nicely thank you very much). She had a mean streak mile wide, and currently was eating a sundae that she swiped from a certain lazy shop owner. She may live with her mother now, but she still felt it was her duty to visit the guy who saved her life and took it as her personal feminine duty to clean the dirty hovel he called home (man cave more like it). So yeah, if she found some money while cleaning she will pocket. Besides if Dante didn't want her taking the money she found in the couch or crevices he would have said something already. Hey, she spent the first twelve odd years of her life in an orphanage near the slums! Some habits die hard, just like her occasional slip into the crude language department.

The simple (designer!) skirt and blouse was old fashioned – but it was way better than the frilly ones she used to wear. Everything about her screamed, "Hey! I'm extremely feminine and girly, but a total pride so be prepared to have extreme patience or else."

She found it ridiculous that they didn't think she could defend herself, but still she listened to wise words hunters and kept the gun in her purse in case of a demon attack. It also doesn't hurt that she keeps pepper spray in her person as well. And the self-defense that Lady was teaching her did wonders for releasing her stress.

Like mentioned previously, Patty Lowell, is an all time girl not some super secret spy or anything. So she didn't notice that she was being watched…or stalked for that matter. If she had been with one of the hunters then she still wouldn't have known but the hunters would have already been thinking of a plan to get rid of them or planning to kill them, that is if it was a demon.

Patty's actions baffled the one watching her on the roof, "I really doubt she's a danger to anyone."

"That's kind of obvious," a voice stated on the com-link dryly. "But she knows people, has connections not to mention the fact that she knows the bastard."

"Focus on the target!" A voice barked.

Back in the diner, Patty finished her sundae and was already on the move to visit Dante in hopes of finding Lady and Trish there. She had parked in the back because somebody took her spot in the front. The nerve! Just as she was reaching her car, a black pulled in the near empty parking lot.

She only managed to get out a "What the hell –!" When she had a piece of cloth shoved on her face. She struggled hard on to breathe in the fumes at the same time she fought back angrily using some of the moves Lady taught her but mostly flayed limbs about. In the back of her mind Patty heard the door slam shut and a grunt when she hit the bastard particularly hard on the side. She felt light headed sensation before the world turned black; all the while praying that Dante and the others would rescue her.

"Kidnapping children is out of line!" Steve shouted his face flushed in suppressed anger. "Her family is probably worried sick about her whereabouts!"

"We already took care of that," Clint stated stoically, Natasha remained stone-faced to all the shouting and angry words from the captain. With arms crossed and leaning back on her chair, clearly she ran out of fucks to give.

"It doesn't matter, this is a child!"

"Yeah, not sure if your secret government agency is aware of it yet but that's illegal," Tony stated the last word as slowly and patronizing as possible.

"Fuck you Stark," Clint snapped crossly, his side was still aching from the harsh elbow jab the girl dealt him in both his pride and ribs. What the hell is her bony ass elbow made of, titanium?

"It doesn't matter what you say now. She's here, now deal with it." Natasha's cold and emotionless eyes booked no room for further argument.

So they remained in silence for following hours, Tony having left to talk Bruce who had left earlier when Steve had went into a righteous tirade. Too much stress, he said, but Tony suspected that he used that as a copout to just leave. They returned just in time to see the interrogation of one Patty Lowell who had recently woke up.

Now here they were dying from sheer annoyance, and Tony was mentally thanking his skills in how to tune out chatty airheads. They weren't even in the same freaking room! It was like watching a headache inducing MTV reality show only you couldn't even change the damn channel.

"I mean seriously, who does that? You tell me that you're not the bad guys, but yet you go ahead and knock me out and bring to this dreary gray room. If you only needed information you could have just asked. Jeez, no need to go all secret services on me. And another thing –!"

"Oh my god shut her up!" Clint groaned slamming his head on the desk, as Patty continued to babble on and on with her arms crossed looking much (and acting) like a spoiled rich brat.

Steve sent him a sharp disapproving frown with a full on 'I don't like the way you are addressing a lady' look, even if the inner guy part of himself agreed with him wholeheartedly. Ms. Lowell hadn't stopped making her argument to the poor agent that had first foot in the interrogation room. The agent was only supposed to ask her if she was hungry, unfortunately for the agent she hadn't let him do anything but briefly explain that she was here to answer some questions.

Looking around the conference room you would find Natasha completely unbothered by the incessant chatter. A tortured Clint who was currently thumping his head against the table, one level headed Steve Rogers. A seemingly sleeping Bruce who was actually meditating and one very distracted with his shiny advanced phone Tony. They were all here for a reason, and that reason was connected to the chatterbox in the live screen. Oh look the agent made his escape! Apparently Ms. Lowell has yet to notice as she had yet to stop talking.

"Hey wait!" Never mind. "Does this have to do with Dante?' She looked around, her pale freckled face reddened upon finding no one in the room with her anymore.

"How rude," she jumped to her feet screeching at the closed door. One manicured finger pointing at the closed door, "You just don't leave when lady is talking to you!"

Ms. Lowell slumped in her chair, her chin resting on her crossed arms. She muttered something about a man named Dante again. She perked upon seeing Director Fury enter, Steve couldn't tell if the man was annoyed with having to talk to Ms. Lowell or just annoyed in general.

"If you're done talking me agents' ear off, I would like ask you some simple questions," Patty opened her mouth to continue on her tirade but immediately swallowed down all her protests, she knew that look. Dante gave her that look when she was pushing it. "I only need simple answer Ms. Lowell."

"Okay," she whispered softly completely subdued. "If I answer them, I can go right?"

"Yes." Fury lied leaving the unsaid 'but we'll be monitoring you' hanging in the air.