My Avengers (1)

Chapter 3

(Outskirts of New York, Y/n's POV)

"Natasha Romanoff, you can call me Nat."

"You're um, whatshername. Black Widow."

"That's how the public know me, yes. Now, would you mind.....?" She nods to my hands, indicating I should lower them.

"Give me one good reason."

"Shield."

I scoff, "You're not exactly convincing me. What shield?"

"It's the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Shield. You've never heard of it?"

"Should I have?"

"I guess I just assumed that at Hydra-"

I stiffen and my hands come back up again, "Who sent you? Was it List? How did he find me? If you've come to take me back there-"

"Hey, I'm not from Hydra. I promise you. Shield actually actively work against Hydra. But there's a greater threat to us. To the city. And we need your help to defeat it."

"Y/n?" A voice echoes down from upstairs. "Everything okay?"

"Don't come down, Tom! Stay up there."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Everything's fine. Just stay up with the kids," I turn my attention back to the Black Widow. "As for you, if Shield are working against Hydra, why didn't they come help me, hmm?"

"Director Fury gave me your file. I read about you, and about Doctor List. The Hydra projects are voluntary, and Shield have no jurisdiction in intervention."

"Voluntary? That's a joke. Hate to break it to you, but you've been severely misinformed."

She looks confused.

"You seriously think I'd volunteer to put myself through that shit? I don't know where you got this file from, but you have no idea what you're talking about."

I read into her mind and I know she believes me. She's questioning this man she calls Director Fury, she's wondering if what I'm saying is true, and how many other of Hydra's experiments were forced upon them.

"Tell me. Tell me what happened."

"Fuck no," I laugh. "You still haven't given me a good reason why I should trust you."

"I'm not saying you should. But Fury trusts you, which means I do too."

"And I also still don't know who that is."

"Please? Just come with me. No commitment, nothing like that. If you come, and you decide you don't want a part in this, then that's fine. You can leave. But right now, we are facing a potential global catastrophe."

"You said the city."

"Yeah well, I lied. I didn't want to scare you. You look kinda young and I don't know what you can handle."

"Looks can be deceiving. Natasha Romanoff."

She flinches slightly as I use her full name, "Look, we don't have much time. If you're coming, then we need to go now. My bike is outside, I can give you a lift."

"I can't," I say quickly.

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"I'll fry it. If I touch it with my hands, I'll completely destroy it."

"Good thing I brought these then," she throws some leather gloves across to me.

"Yeah, these won't-"

"Just try them on."

I sigh and pull the gloves on, shocked as they tighten around my wrists. I can feel the electricity dampen.

"What the hell? What is this?"

"Protective measures. There's a release button on each of the cuffs for when you want to take them off."

I feel a slight bump where the button is, and I try it out just to make sure that they work. That she hasn't tried to trap me in some sort of handcuffs. But she wasn't lying. As soon as I press the button, the material loosens around my wrists and I can easily slip them off.

I never had anything like this at Hydra. List used to just lock me in a cage to keep me from endangering the other test subjects, he never could find a way to silence my power.

"Y/n? Does this mean you're coming?"

I think for a moment, but realise there's not much point in arguing it. May as well find out what's going on.

"Fine. But if I see something I don't like-"

"Then you can leave immediately. I promise."

"Good. Come on then."

We start to walk up the stairs, her in front of me so I can keep my eye on her.

"How did you even get in here?"

"Black Widow, remember? I'm a spy, meaning that being sneaky is one of my specialities."

She opens the door to reveal a confused Tom with a shotgun.

"Uh, y/n?" Natasha says to me, with her eyes locked on him.

"It's okay Tom. No need for that."

"Y/n? Who is this?"

"Come on, you know the drill by now."

"Yeah yeah, no questions. But when a random woman shows up in my house, I'd like to know who she is!"

"I completely understand," she steps forwards with a little plastic card in her hand. "Agent Romanoff, sir. I apologise for entering your home without welcome, however I'm afraid it was a necessity."

He squints at the item in her hand. It's probably a fake ID, but it's unlikely he would be able to tell the difference anyway.

"Tom, I really have to go. I'm sorry about all this."

"Well where are you going? When will you be back?"

"I honestly don't know. But my guess is, if your fuse blows within the next couple of weeks, you might have to find someone else to fix it."

He nods solemnly, "You stay safe y/n."

"You too Tom. Look after the kids, okay?"

"With my life."

We nod once more to each other, then I follow Natasha Romanoff out the door.