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The title of this chapter is from Joan Jett and the Blackhearts 'Bad Reputation'

I only own my characters

Chapter Eight

I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

"Umph!"

"Phh!"

"Uh!"

"Jeez!"

"Ow! Stop, like, trying to hit my face!"

"Me? You're the one almost poking my eyes out!"

I grunt and try to block Madison's hand from hitting my face as we play Slide. We're up to fifteen now, but things are getting a little intense. She says I'm the one almost hitting her, when she's the one pushing my hands back. I'm just defending myself.

"Fifteen, sixteen…" I mutter as we slap and clap our hands, "One, two, three, four-"

"Guys," I jump at the voice and Madison smacks my face. She cracks up and I scowl. Spinning around in my chair, I see Agent Coulson looking down at me, "You two are disturbing the agents."

"So?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, "Tell them to put on headphones and listen to music."

"I suggest 8tracks!" Madison says loudly as she spins around on her chair, earning a few weird looks from various agents.

I frown and snap, "Pandora!"

"8tracks!"

"Pandora!"

"8tracks!"

"Be quiet, or go to your room!" Fury suddenly snaps. Madison and I look at him incredulously, and then burst out laughing. He growls, much like I do when I'm a wolf, and now almost every agent is gazing at us like we're crazy.

"How old do you think we are?!" I gasp, tears running down my cheeks, "Eight?"

Madison snorts, "Dude, nowadays, being grounded in your room is nothing when you have books, a phone, and a computer in there!"

We both laugh for a few more seconds and then catch our breath. Looking exasperated, Fury says, "Well, then play a quieter game. Meanwhile, Agent Coulson will go order some toys or books or just something to keep you two occupied and silent."

Coulson looks a little startled, but then nods and walks away. Before he leaves the room, though, he looks over his shoulder and says, "And, guys, you should really try iHeartRadio." We both crack up, but when he's gone, we fall silent and I mutter to Madison, "That was weird."

She nods, and then I ask, "Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, lord." she mutters and I grin wickedly, "Truth."
"Okay…" I look up at the ceiling, thinking, "Okay, for this round, Kill, Marry, or Kiss."

Madison groans and I laugh, "Thor, Tony, or Steve?"

She puts and hand on her head, and then says slowly, "I would...kill Tony….Marry Steve...and-"

Our eyes widen at the same time and we both yell, "No! Noooo! No no no no…"

She laughs and then says, "Okay, okay, Kill Thor, Marry Steve, and….yeah…" I snort with laughter.

My step-sister shakes her head. Then, she perks up, "Okay, now your turn!"

I nod and she asks, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

After a few moments of thinking, she grins and says, "I dare you befriend a random SHIELD agent. Right now."

I raise an eyebrow, "Phh! That's easy!"

Getting up, I stroll over to the railing separating the board room to the computer agents. Gazing around, I pick a random agent and slip through the railing. She looks up as I near her, "Hey."

The unfortunate agent blinks, "Hi."

"I'm Zoey. You may have heard of me. Wolf mutant, broke out of SHIELD prison, totally awesome, in the new mission with the Avengers, and current nuisance on the Helicarrier."

"Uh...yeah…."

I look at her expectantly.

"Er...I'm Agent Walker."

"Nice to meet you."

"Er…"

Suddenly, Fury's voice booms behind me, "Zoey!" I turn around and he continues, "What are you doing?"

"Madison and I are playing Truth or Dare." I answer simply and he rolls his eye.

"Go play it somewhere else."

I nod and quickly turn to Agent Walker, "Hey, you're my friend right?"

She gives me a weird look and nods. I grin and punch the air, "Yes! Madison!"

Madison looks over the railing, about to crack up, "Yeah?"

"Truth or Dare?"

I walk back to her and slip between the bars. "Dare." she replies.

"I dare you to steal Director Fury's gun." Madison and Fury look at each other at the same time, and then my step-sister moves towards him.

"Nooo." he warns and she stops, "Go play somewhere else. And I cancel that dare."

"Aww." Madison pouts, but walks back to me, "C'mon, let's go explore."

I smile and together we walk out of the room. "Don't do anything stupid!" Fury calls after us. "Don't count on it!" I call back and Madison snickers. I hear him mutter something inaudible, but quickly walk out of earshot.

"I think he can be the strict teacher that hates and loves us at the same time." I say to Madison and she gives me a confused look. Oh, right. She wasn't there.

"Clint's our daddy," I explain, earning an even more confused look, "And Natasha's our mommy. Tony and Bruce are our uncles. Thor's our foreign cousin and Steve's our grandpa."

She blinks, and then says, "Ohhhhhh, I get it!"

I grin and we continue walking in silence. A few moments later, Madison pipes up, "And Agent Hill can be our aunt."

"On Natasha's side." I turn my head and she nods, "Obviously. Maybe Agent Coulson can be her cousin?"

I scrunch up my eyebrows, and then reply, "Nah, he's more of the uncle type."

"Maria and Phil," Madison says, giving me an incredulous look, "siblings? No, he'll be Bruce, Tony, and Clint's brother."

"Who's going to be my brother?" Uncle Tony suddenly walks out of a room with a big window. We both stop and I reply, "We're discussing our family tree. Agent Coulson is your brother along with Bruce and Clint."

"Ahh, so you did hear that." he grins, twirling a pointed, pen-like object in his hand. I look through the glass and ask, "What are you doing?"

"Come in and see for yourself." Uncle Tony invites, opening the door for us. Madison and I look at each other, and then shrug and walk inside. Hmm...looks kinda like a science lab. And we all know how much I hate those.

The inside is mostly gray and white, ya know, the usual lifeless dull colors. A bunch of thingamabobs are splayed out everywhere, making the place look like an organized mess. Yeah, I know it doesn't make sense. Shut up.

Bruce, who is poking at a cool computer screen, looks up as we enter, "Hello, girls."

"Heeeeey!" we both reply at the same time. We look at each other and then start laughing. Bruce raises an eyebrow, and then turns back to his work.

"Weren't you hanging out near the bridge?" he asks, not looking up. I nod, "We were, but-"

"Let me guess," Uncle Tony interrupts, "Fury kicked you out?"

I grin and nod. Uncle Tony scoffs and walks towards Bruce, "The guy can't take a laugh." Bruce glances at his science bro and replies halfheartedly, "He's a very busy man. I'm sure he laughs when he's not working. And, let's keep in mind that he's probably never had any experience with kids."

"Teens." Madison, who is playing with something at the edge of the table, snaps.

The scientist and inventor look at us, and Bruce asks, "How old are you?"

"15." I reply smartly and Uncle Tony snorts disbelievingly. I grit my teeth, and then say, "Fine…..14."

"Barely teenagers." Bruce says, looking back down at his work, "Enjoy being considered a kid, while you still can."

I can't think of a comeback, so I just join Maddie in poking around and exploring. "So, whatcha doing?" I ask after a few moments, looking at a strange symbol on a piece of paper.

"We're keeping in touch with the SHIELD agents that are in Snow Mountain searching for the...um...science lab." Uncle Tony says, "They're using metal detectors, radioactive sensors, gamma radiation- well, high-tech stuff that involves us."

I blink and then turn away, "Well, that's boring." I walk towards the door and open it, "C'mon Madison, we're moving on."

Madison skips after me as I walk back into the hallway. "C'ya later!" I call over my shoulder as the door closes. There's a muffled reply, but I can see Uncle Tony waving behind the glass window.

We continue to walk down the hallway, occasionally poking our noses through doors, and a few times we walk down a different hallway when a fork comes. At one point, I quietly open a door with loud noises screeching from the inside and see a bunch of...electricians? I don't know, but they're all crowded around a small table. I blink and manage to catch a glimpse of something grey and thick. Hmm...must be working on a new weapon.

I back out of the room and Madison raises an eyebrow. "New weapon." I say and she perks up, "Ooh, cool."

"Hey!"

We both whirl around to see Clint….er…. Daddy, striding towards us. Nah, I'm just gonna call him Clint.

"What are you doing?" the archer asks when he reaches us. For some reason, I step in front of Madison and snap, "What are you doing?"

He gives me a hard look and replies, "I'm going to the training room. You, on the other hand, shouldn't be here."

"All right," Madison says, hopping up beside me, "Then we'll just go with you."

Clint groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, then sighs and looks up, "Guys, you need to remember that this place was made for adults. You could get hurt if you just waltz around all willy nilly."

"And if we go with you," I counter, "We'll be under your super- or, shall I say- hawk vision and you'll make sure we don't get into trouble."

Clint opens his mouth to argue, but then closes it and narrows his eyes. Finally, a few moments later, he sighs, "Fine. But stay by my side the whole time and don't touch anything without asking me first."

"Yes daddy." Madison and I both say at the same time. Our 'dad' rolls his eyes and turns around, "Just follow me."

I fist pump Madison and skip after Clint. We follow him through many twists and turns, through doors and a bunch of other stuff until I lose track of where we're going. Then, five minutes later, we come to a stop in front of a steel door.

Before entering, Clint turns around and raises a finger, "If you-"

"We know," Madison groans, "We'll get in trouble or die or blah blah blah- can we go in now?"

The archer sighs and then opens the door.

Inside…..wow.

I'll just quickly name all the things I see: combat training ring, weights, those big things that football players push, an obstacle course, a bunch of archery targets and bows and arrows, and...er...yoga. I blink in surprise.

"Whoa, daddy." Madison breathes, eyes wide. Next to us, Clint lets out a laugh at our expressions. "Come on." he says, walking towards the archery stuff. We follow him eagerly.

When we reach the archery area, Clint makes his way towards a black rack. He picks up something, and then turns around. A high tech bow lays in his hands.

He grabs a few arrows and puts them in a quiver on his back. Then, he starts walking towards a red line on the floor. Of course, like ducklings to their mother, we follow him, but he raises a hand, "Stay there unless you want to be shot." Okay. I said we were like ducklings- I didn't say he was like a mother. Or a duck.

Madison looks at me and I shrug. We take a few steps backwards and then watch as Clint locks an arrow in his bow. The archer pulls back the string and aims for the target. He narrows his eyes, and then releases the string. There's a loud CLAP as the arrow hits the target dead in the center.

Madison and I applaud.

"That was cool!" my sister calls and Clint smirks. I can tell that he doesn't usually have an enthusiastic audience. But then, Madison asks, "Can I try?" and I do a face-palm. Oh Lord.

"Er…" Clint stampers, not knowing what to do when he has a cute 14 year old making puppy eyes at him. When he has no experience with kids at all.

"Um…..I guess…." he finally concludes, "But it's a little hard."

Madison waves him off and runs to the rack and grabs an arrow, "Don't worry! I learn quicker than others, remember?" Running back, she asks, "Okay, what do I do?"

"Well, at least get a smaller bow first." Clint says, moving to put his away. He picks up the smallest one and gives it to Madison. Then, he leads her past the red line and closer to the target, "Since you're an amature, we'll start out closer."

"How do you know about my skill in archery?" my step-sister asks, frowning up at him. He raises an eyebrow and asks, "Alright, how many times have you shot an arrow?"

"...uh…..never?"

I stifle a laugh and turn around. I look at all the other stuff, and then notice that a certain red-haired mother of mine is in the combat ring. I watch as she pins a large man to the ground and smile.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Madison struggling to lock her arrow in her bow. Suddenly, it slips out of her fingers and clatters on the floor. Clint looks like he's trying to be patient, but ultimately failing.

Hmm….well, they seem busy, and I'm bored, sooo…

I turn back around and walk across the training room. My target: the combat ring.

"Hey," I greet as I near and Natasha turns her head towards me. "What are you doing here?" she asks. I jerk my thumb over my shoulder to Clint and Madison, "Daddy's trying to teach his Jabberjay of a daughter how to shoot an arrow."

She smiles and sighs, "You're really sticking with this family thing?"

"Hey, it's fun." I reply, "And it's not like I have a real family anyway."

She blinks, and then asks, "So, do you know who your real family is?"

I shake my head and step into the ring, "Nope. I've never really thought about them. The Pack was my family back at the lab. Maybe after all of this I can find my real family."

"Would you go with them?" Natasha asks as she adjusts her punching gear on her hands. I tilt my head, "What do you mean?"

I walk over to a gym bag, which I think is hers, and strap on some gloves as well. Natasha doesn't comment, but simply replies, "If you found your family, would you go live with them?" I pause and straighten up, thinking. Turning to her, I cock my head the other way and reply after a moment, "Honestly….probably not. I mean, it would be nice to know who they are, but I would never leave Madison."

The assassin nods and we face each other, putting our fists up. I grin and Natasha says, "I'll go easy on you."

I snort, "Don't worry, you're nothing compared to the scientists at the lab. Besides, I've got mutant strength and-"

Suddenly, her fist comes flying at my head and I quickly duck.

….oh shoot….

...I'M FIGHTING WITH THE WORLD'S GREATEST ASSASSIN!

I dodge a kick to the ribs and send a punch of my own. She dodges it easily and we instinctively start circling each other. Gee….how did we end up like this?

Unexpectedly, she feints to the right, but then clips my left hip with a punch. I yelp and jump back. Natasha looks concerned for a moment, but I shake my head. Okay, okay….let instincts take over, Zoey. Huh, where's the wolf when I need it?

Suddenly, I dart towards her and punch her belly. Before she can defend herself, I jump out of her reach. I perk up. Ha! Maybe I should let my little canine fight more often.

Natasha narrows her eyes and flings her fist towards me. I grab it and twist her arm around her back. Then, with her shoulder in one hand and her hand in another, I pull, threatening to dislocate her shoulder.

She grunts and freezes. I'm about to whoop in victory, but then she jerks her head back, hitting mine. Black dots dance across my vision and I stumble backwards.

The assassin whirls around and sends a spinning kick to my chest, making me fall back onto the ground.

"Hey, Nat!" Clint suddenly calls from the archery area, "Go easy on her!"

"I'm fine!" I wheeze, and look up to see Natasha lunging towards me. Instinctively, I kick her in the groin. She grunts in pain and stumbles- you guessed it- right onto me.

She wraps her right hand on my back under my armpit while her knee collides with my stomach. I see her raise her left fist to punch my face and my eyes widen.

Quickly, I turn onto my side, dragging her with me. Flinging her onto her back, I pop up and now I'm the one on top.

I wrap my hands around her neck and snarl, "Yield!"

She grunts and squirms beneath me. I shake her and tighten my grip, "Yield!"

Suddenly, her leg wraps around my neck and I'm flung onto the floor. I gasp in surprise, and yell, "How did this happen?!"

Fortunately, both of us have enough time to scramble to our feet.

As fast as lightning, I aim a punch to her face, but she grabs my fist. Gritting my teeth, I try to resist as she slowly turns it against my joint. Abruptly, she stops and I blink.

Her eyes look unfocused for a moment and she cocks her head. Then, with her other hand, she presses something in her ear- and earpiece?- and mutters, "Got it. On my way."

She lets go of my hand and takes off her punching gear, "Duty calls, kid. I'll see ya later." A few moments later, she jumps out of the ring. Before she leaves, though, she turns around and says, "You did good."

I grin and say, "Thanks."

Natasha nods and walks out of the training room. I watch the door close, and then turn towards the archery area. An arrow whizzes through the air and hits the target. Madison whoops in victory, "I did it! Zoey, did you see? I shot an arrow!"

I raise an eyebrow and nod. Although the arrow hit the very edge of the target, it still got on it, so I guess that's a big accomplishment for someone who's never shot before.

Nodding, I grin and give her a thumbs up. She grins back and then scrambles to shoot another arrow. Clint desperately tries to help her.

I sigh and chew on the inside of my cheek.

….hmmm...they seem busy, so…..why not?

Quietly, I creep away from the combat ring and towards the door. With one last look over my shoulder, I sneak out of the training room.

Hmm...what to do...what to do?

Oh! Maybe I can go outside and sunbathe, like Finn and Angus do sometimes? And anyways, I want to see all the planes and jets they've got.

Morphing into the wolf, I trot happily down the hallway, not having a clue where I'm going. As I pass, many agents give me odd looks, which I ignore. Sniffing the air for the scent of outsideness, the smell of cooking food reaches my adorable black nose. Of course, my inner wolf tells me to follow the scent, which I do without hesitation. It's about time I have lunch anyway.

My nose leads me to what I can only assume is the food court. Pressing my nose up against the door, I inhale deeply and smell frying chicken. My mouth waters and I lick my chops.

Raising a paw, I extend a long black claw and gently press down on the door handle. It immediately bends down and I nose the door open.

Agents look up from their meals as I stroll in casually. Walking right up to the counter, I put my paw on the bell and it makes a little ding.

"Just a second." a muffled voice comes from behind a bunch of kitchen stuff. A few seconds later, a lady with a hairnet comes out and stares at me.

I glance up at the menu above. Mashed potatoes, salad, sandwiches, burgers... macaroni! Ha! You are never too old to have macaroni! Hmm...what else? Ahh, there's the chicken. Ooh, there's steak and pork too!

I lift a paw and press a toe on the picture of chicken. Since I'm, well, huge, I can reach the elevated sign easily.

The cafeteria lady leans over to see what I'm pointing at, and then writes it down on a piece of paper. "Er...how many?" she asks uncertainly. After a moment, I slap my paw down twice and she nods, "Alright, two chickens. Anything else?"

I nod, point to the burgers, and slap my paw down three times. She nods, and then calls out to whoever is in the kitchen, "I need two orders of chicken and three burgers." she looks at me, "Cheese?"

I nod vigorously and she yells, "Make them cheese!"

There's a faint reply, and then the lady turns back to me, "It'll take about ten minutes." Jerking my head, I turn around and walk towards the tables. All of the agents stare at me, some in the middle of chewing, others gaping. I flick my ear and search amongst them for a familiar face.

Near the back, Agent Hill is tapping away on her phone. I cock my head. Eh, why not?

Walking over to her table, I take a seat on a chair, which now seems really small. Unexpectedly, the metal bends underneath me and I now sit on a squashed chair. Maria raises an eyebrow and looks up.

"What are you doing here?" the agent asks and I look over my shoulder, then back at her. Her eyes flicker to the counter, and then back to my multicolored ones. "Clint said he was keeping an eye on you and your sister." she states emotionlessly.

I shake my head, ruffling my mane, and give her a 'seriously' look. To top it all off, I even tilt one of my ears sideways while the other stays up.

"Ah." Maria nods, and then looks back down at her phone. I sigh and wait patiently, occasionally tapping my claws on the table. Now and then, my gaze flickers to the agent. Honestly, I thought she would be more interesting. Eh, she just needs a good party to shake her up.

Ten minutes later, the cafeteria lady calls out, "Miss….wolf? Your food is ready." I bark and stand up. Before I go, I dip my head towards Maria and she gives a small smile. Trotting back to the counter, the scent of fried chicken and burgers reaches my nose. Ahh...don't you just love that smell? Well, maybe vegans don't, but since I'm part canine….

The lady pushes an awesome smelling bag towards me and I grab it in my mouth. With a grateful yip to her, I turn around and walk towards the door. Again, I open it with a claw, and then stroll out of the room.

Okay, what was I doing? Oh yeah, going outside.

Turns out, the bridge was near the food court, and I curiously stick my head into the large room. As usual, there's a bunch of agents there, but Director Fury isn't. I just shrug and sneak past them.

Opening a familiar looking door, which I now remember as the one that I dragged Clint through two years ago, I'm met by dazzling sunlight. Fresh air enters my lungs and I take a deep breath.

Ahh, now that's more like it.

Trotting outside, my tail wagging, I search for a nice sunny spot to eat. As usual, I get odd looks, but no one stops me. A few minutes later, I'm eyeing a patch of warm metal near a jet, so there's shade nearby.

Shrugging, I trot over to it and flop down. For a moment, I just lay there, my tongue hanging out, and the sun warming my pelt. Then, I stick my muzzle into the food bag.

Nipping a burger, I draw it out of the bag and snap it up in a few quick bites. The other two go down just as quickly, and then I move onto the fried chickens. The bones easily snap, splinter, and crack under my strong jaws, and they, along with the meat, soon disappear into my stomach.

Then, with my stomach full, I roll onto my back and let the sun shine down on my grey belly. Soon, I start to doze off.

Only to be rudely awakened by a shadow falling over me.

I open one eye irritably and see Director Fury standing in front of me. "We're going to the mountains now." he states and I stare at him blankly. He sighs, and says, "Get up."

Huffing, I drowsily struggle to my paws. Can't get a moment of peace here. I didn't even get to wash the food crumbs out of my fur. Before I can walk anywhere, though, he steps in front of me. A small smile is on his face.

Uh oh

"Seeing as you are a wolf mutant with an attitude, and that you are defiant, and that you tend to not follow orders, we need you to wear this."

Then, Fury lifts up the object that I saw the engineers working on earlier. Now, I can get a closer look.

And get this

It's a collar

Oh Fury

Anyway, if any of you are fans of the Warriors series, check out my Youtube account Wolf Colt. I drew a speedpaint of Brokenstar, who is one of my favorite villains

See ya next week!

-Flaming Crow