Hello, readers! I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but it is important. I am introducing a third x-over subject. If you guys don't recognize it, or understand, then just let me know, and I will explain.

These next few chapters are going to be a little crowded because I found out that to get from where I live in NC to New York City, only takes 9 1/2 hours by car. Therefore, I had to come up with a new plan for the story. I hope you like this chapter, and please remember to review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, or Bourne Legacy. Since you tecnically can't own yourself, I don't own Natasha either. She is simply my attempt to explain how active my imagination is, and that I ocasionally have wishes that I lived in a world where my imaginings could come to life.

Chapter Three

Calling in the Cavalry

Location: C.I.A. headquarters

Eric Byer's phone was ringing. Quickly, he reached out and picked it up, hoping for good news for once. He did not receive it. "What do you mean, you lost her?"

"Exactly what I said, sir," replied the man on the other end of the line. "We watched the house all night, just like you said to. No one went in or out of the house. When we went in to get the girl the next day, she was gone. The parents went in to check on her at about midnight when their movie ended, and they said she was already gone. But get this, they aren't worried. They said that she just disappears every once in a while, but that she always shows back up before long."

"Well I don't care if they aren't worried," Eric replied. "I am. This kid has dangerous connections. We need to get her and take care of her before people start figuring out that she's not making this stuff up. Find her. Find her and get her here now."

"Yes sir," the agent hung up.

Eric put down his own phone, and sighed in frustration. After a moment of thought, he turned to the only other person in the room, Dita Mandy. "We need to find this girl, and we need help. Work out a cover story and get her picture out there."

"Why don't we go with mostly the truth? She stole government secrets and is attempting to leak them to the public. That makes her a fugitive, so we can bring in the Marshalls."

"I like it. It plays, now get it out there."

Deputy Marshall Samuel Gerard was looking over some of his old files when Biggs came in and placed a paper on his desk. "What is this?" he asked as he looked at it. It had a picture of a teenage girl with short, brown hair and glasses wearing a dark, plaid shirt over a grey turtle-neck.

Biggs didn't have to answer. Sam was already reading the paper: 16-year-old Natasha Higgins escaped from custody, taking with her government secrets. She is now attempting to leak this classified information to the public. Higgins has been classified as a fugitive.

That was all Sam needed to read before he was yelling. "Cosmo, Cooper, Newman! Get in here, we have ourselves another fugitive."

Aaron and Nat were at a Bojangle's restaurant eating breakfast when Aaron saw Nat's picture on the TV. According to the news anchor, she had stolen classified information and had been labeled as a fugitive. "Nat, as calmly as possible go out to the car and get it started. I'll be right there with the left-overs. Don't say anything, just go." Nat silently nodded and did as he asked.

It wasn't long before Aaron joined her. Quickly, he handed her the bag with their food in it, and set their drinks in the cup holders. "What's going on, Aaron?" Nat asked once they were on the road again.

"You've been labeled as a fugitive. The US Marshals are going to be looking for you now. Things just got more complicated." Aaron glanced over at her and saw the scared look on her face. Gently, he reached over with one hand, and took her hand in his. "We'll make it. It's only a few more hours. We'll be fine."