"Can you not mess with my hair, Spence?" Nat grumbled swatting Spencer's hand for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. Spencer pouted and plopped back down into the tiny backseat of Nat's shiny new car, "I know you like it shorter but I like it at this length." Nat told her again. Spencer just rolled her eyes and continued grumbling about Nat's hair length.
Spencer couldn't imagine why her Mother Assassin would want to grow out; Spencer liked short hair and thought long hair was too much of a hassle to deal with. Spencer ran her fingers through her freshly cut locks and smirked. In California, she had been convinced by Tony and Pepper to let it grow out until she moved out to D.C and Spencer never felt happier chopping off inches of dead-weight off her head before.
"It just gets in the way." Spencer grumbled like a sullen child, "Now, people won't get us confuse; they won't call us sisters anymore."
"That's what you're worried about?" Nat snorted with mild amusement, "Are you sure you're twenty-three? You act like a fifteen year old." Nat told her which made the younger assassin beam brightly.
"I look that young?" Spencer chirped.
"You sure act like it." Nat sighed shaking her head; Nat knew insults went right over Spencer's head and especially when they came from her or Clint. Sometimes, the young girl was too mellow and it irked Nat that nothing seemed to bother Spencer a lot these days. Nat always liked pissing people off; it was one of her best qualities.
Nat pulled up to where Steve and some African American fellow were chatting which sparked interest in Spencer; Steve was an altogether friendly person but found it sorta difficult to make new friends since most people gawked and nearly pass out when they find out that Steve is actually Steve Rogers aka Captain America. This dark chocolate fellow didn't seem to be fainting or even gushing over Steve and it put him in Spencer's good books.
Both men turned towards the car and Nat rolled down the window with a small smirk, "Hey, fellas," Nat breezily greeted, "Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is?" Spencer started giggling wildly in the backseat which made Steve sigh, "I'm here to pick up a fossil."
Spencer's bubbly laughter exploded out of the car and Steve exhaled with a snort while the African American fellow chuckled. "That's hilarious." Steve dryly stated as he got into the car with Nat and Spencer.
"I wish I would've come up with that one, Nat!" Spencer panted from her laughter and Black Widow and Shockwave fist bumped each other, "That's a good one; I bet Tony will love that one once he hears it."
"How you doing?" The other man kneeled down to peer at Nat and Spencer's huge head popped up from in between the seats to grin brightly at the chocolate man.
"We're great but we gotta blast!" Spencer told him.
"Can't run everywhere." Steve shrugged his shoulders.
The man chuckled lightly, "No, you can't." Before Nat rolled up the windows and pushed on the gas pedal. Spencer leaned back into the comfy leather seats with a yawn while Steve turned his body to get a better look of the young woman.
"You finally cut your hair after months of complaining." Steve smiled at her.
"Well, duh," Spencer smirked, "Short hair, don't care!"
"You just wanted an excuse not to do your hair, you lazy shit." Nat scoffed and was awarded with a giant smile from Spencer. Steve took note of Spencer's way too bright and happy attitude this early in the morning and knew something was off.
"Why are you so happy this early in the morning?" Steve asked.
Spencer smirked, "We're going on a mission." She said obviously and added, "Together." Which surprised Steve; most of the time Steve was tagging along with Nat and Spencer was sent to do other important missions. Both parties would be gone from a single night to weeks depending on the mission, so, it was surprising to hear that the three amigos were finally getting a mission together.
"Well, Nat and I have great chemistry, you know." Nat's face stretched into a huge smirk because one thing that did irk Spencer more than anything was someone trying to steal what she thought was hers and hers only aka Nat trying to steal her best friend, Steve from her. Steve recently has found great amusement, like Nat, in watching Spencer get jealous.
Spencer narrowed her eyes because she knew Steve was trying to get her riled up, "I bet." Spencer replied with a light shrug, "You know, there's this guy on my team—what's his name? Oh, I think it's Jason and he's so fucking hot, like, hotter than Zac Efron and Theo James combined,"
"That hot?" Spencer heard Nat whisper.
"Yeah, that hot and I feel like Jason and I have some great chemistry too, ya know, he's so thoughtful and actually funny—"
"Shut up," Steve sighed with dread on his face because he hated hearing Spencer gush over men because Steve was just as possessive and protective over Spencer as she was with him, "I get it, no more taunting you." Steve muttered feeling deflated for being caught in his game.
"Wait, so, you don't like him?" Nat questioned.
"He's alright." Spencer shrugged watching the excitement die from Nat's eyes, "What? You're that invested into my love life?" Spencer teased.
"You're love life is the same as Steve's," Nat sighed sadly because she really needed to get these two home-bodies dates or something, "Nonexistent."
Spencer laughed, "Ouch that hurts." Spencer put her hand to her heart, "Sorry, I got no time for sexy men in my life, well, Steve doesn't count because he's my bestie." Spence winked at her best friend and said best friend awkwardly looked away with a blush on his face.
"Do not refer to me as sexy," Steve shivered with light disgust, "Actually, never say it again because hearing that word coming from your mouth is sinful."
It made both assassins laugh out loud at his discomfort.
It was hours later and the trio was on a SHIELD plane somewhere in the Indian Ocean. The plane was full with other non-important SHIELD soldiers and Spencer felt oddly claustrophobic. They were all gathered near the screen where the old but handsome leader of the fire-team was giving them updates on what was happening on some ship that Spencer didn't care about.
While Nat and Steve paid attention to detail…Spencer was shoving chocolate into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't until Spencer heard Steve giving orders and her name that she perked up from her spot beside the two, she chewed excitedly as Nat sent her a glare and whacked the back of her head to which Spencer whined.
"Can you pay better attention?" Nat chastised her star pupil.
Spencer rubbed the back of her head, "I was paying attention and like you stated, it's not that complicated," Spencer grumbled, "It's basically a rescue mission which is fucking lame but hey, I get to spend quality time with my best friend." Spencer shrugged before skipping over to Steve who was getting geared up.
"Chocolate is going to give you diabetes." Steve reprimanded her.
Spencer rolled her eyes as she strapped guns and knives to her body before taking out her dual wields which were strapped to her back, and made sure they were sharp and tip-top for the mission. "Steve, you keep forgetting that we basically share the same insanely fast metabolism," Spencer was content with her blade and placed them back into their sheaths, "Chocolate is burned way too quickly in my stomach to cause any health problems."
Steve grumbled something under his breath as Nat came to join them, "So, any plans this Saturday?" She questioned knowing very well that these two idiots would probably sit at home, watching movies, and stuffing their faces with junk food just like any other day.
Spencer and Steve looked at each other, "Do we?" Steve whispered to her.
Spencer chewed on her lip with a thoughtful expression on her young face, "I want to say we do have plans to get Nat off our backs but you know, we never do have plans." Spencer sighed with defeat as Nat smirked with mirth.
"Coming off on the drop zone, Cap."
Excitement sparked in Spencer's stomach as Steve slammed his fist on the big button that lowered the back platform. Spencer grabbed her hoverboard from its' hiding place and wiggled it, "Fitz upgraded my baby, isn't it amazing?" Spencer cooed.
Nat ignored the young assassin because Spencer was hopeless, "You know, if you ask Kristen out from Statistics, she'd probably say yes." Nat told Captain America and watched with barely concealed amusement as both old man and annoying young adult reply in unison.
"That's why I don't ask."
"That's why he doesn't ask."
Steve was strapping on his helmet as Spencer slapped a pair of goggles to protect her eyes. Shockwave and Captain America near the edge of the platform as Nat called out with humor, "Too shy or too scared?"
"Too easy!"
Too busy!"
The two jumped off the ledge and into darkness.
Spencer adjusted her hoverboard under her feet and watches with interest as her feet sunk into the thin board and were encased. Her short hair smacked the sides of her face as she plunged into nothingness; she could barely see Steve's figure but that didn't worry her much. Once Spencer broke through the thick, storm clouds she was able to see the bright lights of the large ship and caught a glimpse of Steve tucking his body tighter and diving down into the water like a bullet. Spencer kneeled on her board and tucked her body in slightly as the board dived down too and it made her stomach have this squirmy feeling that she always hated.
She didn't quite land in the water like dramatic Steve but landed silently on the helicopter pad. She glanced over one side to see Steve climbing up the ship's chain like some sort of monkey and couldn't help but to giggle quietly. Just as Steve was reaching the edge of the ship, a bad guy was walking by. Spencer silently dropped down on the guy and plunged a knife to his neck. He fell to the ground without a sound and Steve shook his head, "I had him."
"Yeah, but I had him first." Spencer smirked.
Steve shook his head, "You take one side and I'll take the other?" Steve asked trusting Spencer and her skills with his life. Spencer bounced her head and Steve watched with amusement as one of her curls got into her face and she angrily swatted it away, "Hair troubles?" Steve mused.
Spencer flipped him off before sauntering off to the other side of the helicopter pad to being her assault, "Try to keep up, old man." Spencer snickered as she unsheathed her blades and her hoverboard detached from her feet.
"Ha, ha." Steve dryly stated.
Spencer moved quickly and silently and unlike Steve, she left none alive. Spencer knew Steve would knock most of the bag guys out and SHIELD only needed so many prisoners; She had no qualms in slaughtering bad guys and she knew that bothered Steve but luckily, Steve wasn't with her.
Her blades cut down her enemies in spilt seconds and her body never stopped moving as she spun, kicked, jumped, and attacked with inhuman grace. Blood freckles adorned her cheeks as she decapitated some random bad guy before moving forward towards the middle of the ship. She could hear Steve beating on bad guys through the occasional grunt and metallic bang that came from his shield.
Spencer jogged behind some random and swiftly silt his throat and walked around the corner to see Steve being held at gun-point. Steve turned slightly towards the guy and Spencer was quick to throw five throwing knives into the guy causing him to slump to the ground.
"Nice aim," Steve commented as Spencer joined him, "Maybe five was excessive?"
"Nah," Spencer brushed Steve's comment off just as Rumlow, Spencer wasn't sure and wasn't bothered, "Go big or go home, right?" Their team began dropping out of the sky and right as Nat dropped onto the ship's floor, she was running her mouth again.
"What about the nurse across the hall? She seems nice." Nat persisted.
"Steve doesn't seem attracted to blondes." Spencer pointed out.
"Secure the engine room, and then find me a date." Steve ordered looking desperate to get Nat to shut up about finding him a potential girlfriend or date or whatever. Steve briefly wondered why Nat didn't hassle Spencer at all like Nat did with him.
"I'm multi-tasking." Nat grinned before jumping swiftly over the railing to the lower deck. Steve did some wild parkour that left Spencer rolling her eyes and shot a dart mic to the window of the captain's quarters. Spencer rode up to Steve's position on her hoverboard and gave Steve a goofy smirk when Steve looked down at her hoverboard with disdain.
They crept around the side until they reached the front of the captain's quarters and saw two men pacing in front of the large windows. "Targets acquired."
"S.T.R.I.K.E in position." Rumlow confirmed through their earpiece.
"Natasha, what's your status?" Steve questioned into his mic.
Spencer decided that it was time for some chocolate and happily munched away. Steve heard chewing and sent Spencer an exasperated look, "Seriously? Right now in the middle of a mission?" Steve scolded her but there was a hint of amusement on his face—as serious as Steve was during missions, he never failed to be amused by Spencer's child-like antics.
"Did you want some?" Spencer asked with some chocolate residue on her cheek.
"Status, Natasha." Steve ordered.
"Hang on!" Nat responded back.
"I have another bar." Spencer mumbled patting her body for the second chocolate bar she placed somewhere. "Where is it?" Spencer growled knowing she stashed a second bar on her before jumping off the plane.
"Engine room secure." Nat spoke up a few seconds later.
"On my mark," Steve whispered ignoring the almost frantic patting sounds coming from Spencer and her muttering, "Three, two, one." Steve turned to Spencer who looked ready to kill, "Nat stole your second chocolate bar." Steve ignored the string of colorful words that came from Spencer's mouth, "Are you ready?"
Spencer growled, "I'm going to kill her."
"Let's go." Steve chuckled running towards where the lead French dude was at in the ship's control room. Spencer followed Steve with plots to kill Nat for stealing her second chocolate bar. Steve flung his shield into the front window and it slammed into the second guy knocking him out instantly. Steve helped Spencer jump into the control room first and shortly followed after. Their perp began running as Spencer grabbed Steve's shield and threw it over at him and the two began chasing their bad guy.
"Hostages on route to extraction," Rumlow spoke, "Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap." Rumlow added as Spencer and Steve ran off into some corner of the ship with no signs of the French guy. "Hostiles are still in play."
"What is Nat doing?" Spencer grumbled, "She has all the fun, I swear."
"Natasha," Steve panted into his mic, "Batroc's on the move, circle back to Rumlow and protect the hostages," Spencer stayed back watching Steve's back for any other surprises, "Natasha?" Steve called her name again when Nat didn't answer.
"I'm going to stab you, Nat, I swear." Spencer hissed into her mic with malice before she saw Steve being kicked back by Batroc as he rounded the corner. Steve grunted as he rolled back and Spencer ran over to help but Steve gave her a glare to stay back.
She huffed and lingered back as the two men began fighting as if they both held some personal vendetta against the other. The young assassin watch the back and forth jabbing and punching before Steve managed to push Batroc back a few feet onto his back but Batroc swiftly jumped on his feet and the Frenchie gave a growl before attacking Steve with vigor.
"I need someone to dramatically fight." Spencer shifted with boredom.
Steve managed to knee Batroc in the stomach three times and Batroc stumbled back but for some reason did three dramatic back flips and glared at Steve. "Well, that was dramatic and unnecessary." Spencer commented to both men, "I will give you a eight but only because you stumbled in the beginning."
Batroc shot her a glare that clearly meant, what the hell is wrong with you?
Batroc turned to glare at Steve before speaking to Steve in French, "I thought you were more than just a shield." It was a clear challenge and Steve was never one to back down from a challenge.
Steve relaxed his pose and strapped his shield to his back and took off his helmet before responding in French, "Let's see." Steve and Batroc began fighting without the intrusion of the shield and Spencer was beginning to feel quite bored with this duel.
But Steve didn't need his shield to beat Batroc and he made that quite clear. Spencer watched her best friend beat the crap out of Batroc and chanted, "That's my best friends, that's my best friend." Which only fired up Steve even more.
Steve dazed Batroc with a fancy flip kick to the guy's head and then proceeded to tackle the guy into a door and into a dark room. Spencer followed and saw Batroc knocked the hell out, "That's my best friend, you bitch!" Spencer smacked Batroc's face with a smirk.
"Well, this is awkward." Nat's voice caught Steve and Spencer's attention.
Spencer peered over to her mentor and saw her leaning over the row of computers, "What are you doing?" Steve asked with a hard tone to his voice.
"Backing up the hard drive," Nat responded nonchalantly, "It's a good habit to get in to."
Spencer skipped over to Nat and jabbed her sides with small currents of electricity, "That's for stealing my candy bar." Spencer snapped as Natasha hissed in pain and held onto her side.
"Rumlow needed your help," Steve hissed at Nat, "What the hell are you doing?"
Steve looked up at the screen and realized what Nat was doing, "You're saving SHIELD Intel." Steve spoke as Spencer sat on top of the desk and wished this mission over as soon as possible.
"Whatever I can get my hands on." Nat responded with a small smirk.
"Our mission was to rescue hostages," Steve snapped angry that Nat would pull something like this off but Spencer was already used to Nat and her side missions on missions, so, the young assassin stayed out of the older adult's conversation.
"No," Nat spoke, "That's your mission." Spencer could see that Nat's tone irked Steve a lot, "And you did it beautifully." Nat grabbed the hard-drive and was about to waltz off but Steve grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him with an expression of anger.
"You just jeopardized this whole operation." Steve seethed.
"I think that's overstating things." Nat responded with some sass.
All attention went onto Batroc, whom was supposed to be knocked out, and suddenly he was throwing a bomb towards them. Steve pushed Nat to the side and used his shield to whack the beeping, red device to the side and away from them. Spencer was already shooting one of the windows across from them and all three of them jumped into the next room right as the bomb went off. Spencer felt a few shards of glass embedded into her skin and hissed as Steve looked over both her and Nat.
"Okay," Nat panted with a sour look, "That one's on me."
Steve gave her a furious look as he carefully pulled out a few shards of glass from Spencer's arm, "You think?" Steve snapped, "You could've gotten us all killed."
"Steve," Spencer sighed tired of the bickering that would ensue between the older two adults, "Can we just not? Nat made a dumbass mistake." Spencer flinched when Steve had to dig a little deep into her skin to fish out another shard, "You owe us." Spencer sent her mentor a harsh look.
"Damn right." Steve huffed pulling Spencer on her feet, "I got most of them but we should see a medic to double check." Steve told her and Spencer nodded feeling a few shards still embedded into her body but for the ones that Steve picked out, those wounds were already healed.
Nat watched with slight remorse as Steve ushered Spencer out.
The Black Widow sighed, "Clint is gonna kill me."
So, firstly, I apologize for any errors. If you see anything that I might have gotten wrong, well, ignore it because I'm pretty sure I got something wrong but I'm too lazy to go back and check my word, hehe. Secondly, I hope you all like this chapter! It's a bit longer then my recent chapter! I got really into this chapter and the next one is going to be longer, at least I hope!
Question: Do you think that Spencer should be on Team Stark or Team Steve? I'm not even fully sure where I want her when Civil War comes because we still have the rest of WS and AUO to go through but I just want personal opinions!