Carry On My Wayward Avenger

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Isabella Rose Wolfe huffed as she stared up at a cement ceiling. She took a moment to regained the breathe she just lost when her legs were swept out from under her. "Hate..." Isabella wheezed out, her bright blue eyes stung with salty sweat.

"What was that?" A mocking, bright voice chirped from somewhere out of her line of sight.

"Hate you." Isabella growled and rolled to her knees, watching the sweat drip and pool onto the padded floor mats. Her body wasn't in a fitness to learn what Natasha showed her, earlier that day. She could do it If she wanted to or to prove a point but Isabella then would suffer the consequences of ripping a muscle or popping a joint out of place. That gift she learned from Logan would heal Isabella, quickly but she did not want to submit herself to that kind of pain for a simple spar. "I could kick your ass if you let me use my powers."

"You are using your powers." Clint Barton pointed out, "You are learning."

"Nah." Isabella grunted in protest, pushing off the pad with her palms and rocked herself into a squatting position. "I don't think I can learn getting my ass kicked." Izzy muttered, knowing that Clint was right but was too frustrated to care. She bounced once on her calves and stood up to glare at the bowman.

"Your reflexes are getting faster." Clint pointed out, tossing her a water bottle which she caught with a small fumble. Isabella's hand shook with an unwilling tremor as she brought to bottle to her lips. The cool water felt heavenly on her dried lips and mouth.

"What I would do for a gift like yours, Wolfe." Another voice called out from behind and Isabella turned to see Agent Coulson.

"Have it." She huffed at the man. "And leave me in peace. What's up, AC?"

Clint gave a snort at the nickname and Coulson ignored her. "The director wants to see you about a mission of importance to you."

"Oh? What's that?" Izzy asked, pulling herself to her feet and looking over to the agent.

"Tony Stark."

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Izzy sucked in a shaky breath as she sat in the back of the car. She had resigned herself to her fate. Fury and Hecate wanted her to step back into the shoes of Isabella Wolfe, the heiress and out of Isabella the outcast mutant. Stark industries was dealing in underhand deals with terrorist organizations. Isabella didn't believe Fury's words or the proof within the file. Tony wouldn't do something like that. The Tony she knew. Isabella paused, the Tony that she knew. Not the Tony of the present that was a stranger to her, she hadn't had any contact with him for a decade plus. For all she knew, he changed like she had changed. Their paths had divided, years ago and that lead Isabella on a life on the run from Hydra. It had lead her to the X-Men and to the Brotherhood. Where did it lead Tony?

Isabella frowned out of the window, she had to go into this mission with hope in Tony Stark. She had to believe in the man she once knew and hope that the weapon's deal wasn't his doing.

Now, here she was in Las Vegas, Nevada where Tony would be receiving an award. Isabella stepped out of the car in her sapphire cocktail dress and elegant silver heels. Simple silver jewelry to accent the deep blue. She looked back to the car as Clint Barton stepped out in a sharp looking tux. He looked unthreatening enough but Isabella knew better. She watched Clint place every weapon on his person.

Clint offered her, a easy smile. Clint always had a feel on Isabella's emotions even though, he wasn't a mutant. It must be the spy in him. Isabella smiled, tightly to him and stepped inside Caesar's Place. Isabella was here to prove SHEILD wrong but Clint was here for the mission and to keep her back. Continue to teach her and aid her with evading Hydra under orders from Fury. Clint was her second set of eyes and she was grateful for his sharp eyes. Isabella didn't see the third member of their party but knew that Natasha was somewhere among the crowd.