Ana burst into Nick Fury's office, where her parents with the original Avengers were with the Prince.
Ana felt all eyes were on her, Natasha looks at her daughter, "Anastasia, what are you doing here?"
"I thought you had sign up duty?" Steve asked.
But Nick smiles and beckons for the girl to come closer.
Ana did just that. Fury smiles at Ana, "Ana, I'd like to introduce you to Prince T'Chakka II of Wakanda. Your highness, this is Anastasia Rogers, daughter of Steve and Natasha."
Ana curtsied, "Your highness."
The prince took Ana's right hand and kissed it, "Are all American women this beautiful?"
Ana blushed at his words. Why am I blushing?! Ana asked herself. I'm not some school girl impressed by his title. I'm Anastasia Mary Rogers, for crying outloud. Daughter of the former Russian Spy turned hero, Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow and Captain Steve Rogers aka Captain America. Stop it, Ana.
She could again feel eyes on her, Ana smiles, "Thank you, your highness but I am certain that my beauty is nothing compared of those of the ladies in your country…"
The prince smiled, making Ana blush. God! Stop blushing, Ana! He's just a guy!
"Alright then!" Fury clapped his hands together, "Ana, would you be so kind as to give his highness a tour of the city, as a mission. Unless of course if you have plans this evening, do you?"
Ana shook her head, it was either this or she'd be going on that double date with Morgan. "I have absolutely nothing plan."
"Great I'd pick you up at eight, then." the prince nodded.
As the prince and the older man left, Ana sat down, "The hell did I just do?"
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.
