Carry On My Wayward Avenger

Isabella Wolfe

A/N: First, strictly Avengers fic! No flames but criticism welcome! 

I do not own Marvel or Fox, if I did. Well, I would do lots!

Chapter 1: Isabella Rose Wolfe

Dear Whatever this is,

I refuse to call this a *shivers* diary. Tony wouldn't stop teasing me about this. I figured I should record my misadventures with the Avengers as an Avenger. First, I probably should tell you my origins. My name is Isabella Rose Wolfe, Izzy for short. If you didn't recognize me from being an Avenger, you would've recognize me from my maiden name. Wolfe. Bad Wolfe corp. I am the eldest child of the billionaires; John and Mary Wolfe, I was to inherit the family business. I now am the CEO of Bad Wolfe Corp, BWC. We were in the business of weaponry and software. Now, that I took over it's transitioned to technology and advancing the human race forward. That's off track from the subject at hand, any way. I was the eldest child of six, two other sisters and three brothers but only me and my youngest sister were the ones to inherit my father's gene. You guess it, I'm a mutant. Now, here's where you're wrong. I'm more than just a mutant, not to toot my own horn or anything. Tony nor Bruce has yet  to figured out just what else was is in my genetic make up yet, so Tony dubbed me: Mutant+. Not original but the name suited what I was. My mutation is an odd one, I learned things. Let me elaborate, I've meet other mutants as a child and I saw their abilities then I copied them. I created a mini tornado in the palm of town and I didn't even know how I did it. My IQ matches Tony's only because I learned his thought process and the things he knows. Want more proof? I look about 20ish but truth be told, I'm around Tony's age. Don't tell him that I called him old. It's not from great genetics, well maybe it is. I learned Logan's nifty gift during my stay at Professor Xavier's school for mutants. Not intentionally, of course but that's a story for another day. I didn't just learn mutations, subjects and just about anything. Languages, fighting, dancing and others that I don't care to mention at this point in time. That's not the point, a lot of people wanted my skills and after my time  in the hands of Hydra I didn't trust anyone else that wasn't my sister or close family friends. I was lost and then I was found. This is my story. The story of the Wayward Avenger.

-Huntress out

The only reason that Isabella hasn't left this base yet was solely based on Hecate, who was a director of this organization that her father had apparently helped form after WW2. She was the one was who greeted the furious Isabella on her unwilling arrival. Hecate was also the one to talk Izzy off the ledge when she was about the tear through the base to get to her little sister, Jasmine. Hecate was an old family friend and a welcomed sight after a sprint across the country from New Orleans to New York. Hecate made her feel safe and at home enough for two men explained their offer for Isabella and Jasmine. 

Isabella was to be trained as a SHIELD agent and be taught to grow her mutations while Jasmine would be under the protection of SHIELD and go to school to control her mutations. Hecate and the man called Nick Fury eventually convinced her to stay a while and give them a trial period. Isabella cracked after a week and a half in the company of the witty Clint Barton and sarcastic Abraham Mustang. The mysterious Natasha Romanoff intrigued Isabella and Hecate doted on her and Jasmine. Isabella agreed to their proposal on the condition that if she and Jasmine could leave at the drop of a dime. So far so good for the Wolfe siblings, Jasmine was attending school at Xavier's and Isabella was training at SHIELD's base with their agents.

"What is it, Clint?" Isabella asked as the sandy blonde man stood above her table in the cafeteria, she was sweaty and worn out from another secession with Natasha.

"When was the last time you heard from Stark?" He prompted and stole fry from her plate, the sandy blonde met her curious blue gaze. 

"I haven't since.... Well, since Hydra and my accident." Isabella answered, honestly. She felt like she could tell him that much. "Why?" Then Clint went on to explain to her what happened to her best friend, Tony Stark. Izzy was shocked and her semi good mood fled when Clint informed her that Tony was kidnapped and held hostage for months by terrorists and he managed to escape their hold, recently. Questions were revolving around in her head. How did I not hear about that? If she had known.... Izzy paused, what would she do? Would she go and searched for her childhood friend, her best friend? The man she shared almost every secret she has ever had. The same friend that she hasn't seen in less than a decade? She hasn't seen Tony since her parent's and sibling's deaths and her time at Hydra. Of course, she didn't reach out after on the run. Izzy would do that for him, she decided. She would have tried to get him out of whatever hellhole they dragged him into.