The Russian Snake (An Avengers Fanfiction)

Newfound Fear

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! I can't believe how many reads I've gotten so far thank you! ❤️

Third Person POV

The plane ride back was quiet for the most part. Steve's leg had started to heal, and it would be good as new in a day. For now, the Super Soldier walked on crutches off of the jet as they landed in the SHIELD base.
There was a big predicament the Avengers were faced with though. How to tell Fury that this girl could be a great addition to the team and agency. Fury had been pissed when Clint brought Nat back, who knows what he will do when he sees this girl.
"Tony. Do you think you can stay with the Russian while we sort things out with Fury?" Clint half asked, half ordered.
"Yeah I guess. If she attacks can I like ask Jarvis to calm her down in Russian?"
"Sure. Whatever works for you" Clint said."Come on guys. Let's go and try not to get fired." And with that, they walked into the SHIELD base.
Walking through the hallways of the base was like walking to your execution. All of the agents parted ways for the Avengers. Over time they had become idols at SHIELD and it wasn't unusual, when the agents avoided them.

It seemed like it took them forever to finally reach Fury's office. Clint knocked on the door, and a gruff "Come in." answered.
"Good to see you all came back in one piece." Fury said as they walked in. "I take it that their weren't any complications, except Captain Roger's leg." He stated.

Now Clint had to speak up," Umm, about that. We sort of brought back one of the recruits bu-"

"What the hell!? I specifically told you guys to have no survivors, and you bring one back!?" Fury was pissed

"With all do respect sir, she looks to be only a teenager, she is young enough to be any one of our's daughter! Her fighting skills are amazing too. She took down Natasha for God's sake!" Clint gestured to her.

"I just can't believe you did this Barton! This girl could be an extreme danger for everyone since she is so young." Fury countered.

"Please Director. I'm with Clint on this one. We would all pitch in and train her. She will be on constant watch by one of us, and we will make her the best agent and maybe even avenger SHIELD had ever seen." Steve reasoned.

Fury's features softened, "If I do let you guys carry out with this, she better be watched at all times, and if anyone of my agents is injured, she will have a bullet through her head."

"Thank you so much Director."

"I'm not carrying through with this yet. First I want to see her." He walked towards the door. "Come on I don't have all day."

And with that, they walked to the quinjet.
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"So this is her." Fury stated. They had come back to the quinjet for him to look at the Russian girl. She was still unconscious, but her pale head was beaded with sweat.

"So her fighting was good?" The Director asked.

"Yeah she managed to take down Thor, so silent, that I hadn't heard her until
she was attacking me." Steve answered

"I'm starting to think that she might be a help. Take her into one of the holding cells, and keep her cuffed. I expect all of you to keep watch on her."

"Thank you Director. We won't let you down." And, Clint scooped up the girl's small figure into his arms, and headed to the cell.

Clint's POV

The girl felt light in my arms. Too light. Her tiny frame fit perfectly in my arms, and it felt like I was carrying my own daughter, Lila. That wasn't good. She looked to be 16 or 17, and if she weighed close to the same as my daughter, that was extremely unhealthy. I would make it my mission for her to eat more.

The Avengers walked into the viewing area while I set her on the cot in the cell, and then checked her cuffs. I then walked into the viewing area to sit with the others.

"Well, it's gonna be a long night. I'll call first watch." I finally said.
"Ok" They all said in unison, and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.
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AN: Remember everything in italics is in Russian!

It was exactly 3:00 in the morning when I heard the screaming and whimpering Thor had been on watch, but let's just say the asgardian doesn't have the biggest attention span. As I looked around the cell, my eyes spotted the girl pacing around the room. She looked stressed, and she was trying to break from the cuffs.

She pulled and pulled, until her wrists started to bleed and she started to run herself into the walls of the cell.

"Ivan! Help me! Ivan! Don't let them hurt me!" She shouted as tears streamed down her face. By now, the whole team was up and staring in disbelief at the girl. "Stop! Stop! Don't let them take me! Stop! Get out! Get out! Your not dead! Your not dead!" She cried.

"What the hell is going on!?" Steve asked "What is she saying!?"

"She is talking about Ivan, she doesn't want people to hurt her, and she is screaming at voices in net head. She's terrified." Nat interpreted. "I don't know what we can do."

I piped up, "We have to do something! She can seriously injure herself!" And then, I did something I never thought I would do. I walked into the cell and took my leather jacket off.
"Clint! What are you doing that's suicide!" They all shouted from inside the viewing room.
The girl stared at me eyes wide.
"Hey. It's ok. We aren't going to hurt you." I said, thanking Nat for teaching me Russian.
"Who are you?" She asked, sounding so small, you wouldn't guess she was a deadly assassin.
"My name is Clint Barton. I am here to help you. No one here is going to hurt you." I said walking slowly towards her with the jacket in front of me. The girl tensed. "I promise you." I draped the jacket over her small frame, pausing for a reaction of some sort, but there was none. The poor girl had tired herself so much, that she was out like a light in my arms.

I knew that this girl wasn't running around the cell because she was crazy, it was because she was scared, she was torn between reality, and what was right and wrong. The Red Room had done this to her, and I was determined to help her, because in hindsight she was just a teenage girl, who had been tortured and manipulated. I was going to help her. The hawk was going to take her under his wing.