The Hydra Chronicles 1: Hunting Diana

Excerpt from The Hydra Chronicles

(Hello, my fanfic readers and writers. It's me again, the author of the fanfic 'Bella is Wonder Woman.' 

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1. This is just an excerpt. The whole story will be posted October 21st, so mark your calendars.

2. All other stuff I'm working on will be on a temporary hold. I'm going back to school so who knows if I'll get to those. 

3. This is a sequel to Bella is Wonder Woman by the way. Just thought I'd add that. 

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Alrighty then. On with the excerpt.) 

Natasha Romanoff considered herself to be quite proficient when it came to reading other people. She knew everybody like the back of her hand. She noticed Clint picking his fingernails whenever he was anxious. She noticed all the times Wanda tensed whenever she was uncomfortable. She noticed how Tony flinched every time Steve raised his arms, or how he stiffened every time Barnes walked by him.

She knew everyone's triggers, but Diana was a complete enigma. She had watched the other woman stand by the window for a couple hours, tense. She silently observed Diana, but she was giving nothing away. Of course, she was still so new, so Natasha decided to keep watching her, hoping to learn more about her new teammate.

"Going weeks without a mission is making them a little crazy." She commented, nudging her head in their direction. Diana smiled shyly at her. "Bold of you to assume they weren't already crazy." Nat smirked. "It's true when they said you go crazy in your old age." Diana bit her lip nervously, and Natasha added lip biting to her list of Diana's nervous ticks.

"Are we making fun of the old geezers over there?" a voice cut in and the two women turned to see Scott Lang headed in their direction. Scott was a newer Avenger, joining the team after they came back together, having separated after the fight in Germany. Scott had no special abilities, except having a suit that made him shrink to the size of an ant or grow as big as a giant. He was known as the Antman, a name that was frequently the butt of jokes at the Tower. He didn't blame them; it was a stupid name.

"Who wants to know, another old geezer?" Nat teased, shooting him a grin. Scott dramatically threw a hand over his heart. "I am not old!" he protested, and the red head laughed. "So please explain to me how you're not old because yesterday Clint saw you bend over, and he swore that he heard your back groan."

Scott scowled. "Clint has a gossiping problem." He turned around and stalked off. Diana snickered, and turned to her companion. "I don't know what the big deal is, there's nothing wrong with growing older. I myself am older than all of you."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Super soldier?"

Diana smirked. "Demi-god."

Natasha nodded in understanding. "How long have you been around for?" Diana opened her mouth to respond, but there was a loud, sudden burst of laughter behind them. Both women turned and saw Scott wrestling with Clint, who had the upper hand. Scott was very close to getting put in a headlock. Tony and a man Diana never saw before who was skinny and had braces on his legs-were laughing at Scott's stupidity for wresting with someone who had more experience with fighting than him.

Natasha turned back to the demi-god. "We can continue this elsewhere if you'd like." Diana nodded in agreement and together they both left the room, not knowing that a certain super soldier was watching them.

"You got it bad for her, punk."

"Shut up, Bucky."