Despair not good readers. I haven't forgotten about my other three fics, I'm just…starting a new one…because I have an idea that just won't go away. You know, I think that this is how most of my fan fiction problems start. Anyway, I'm up to speed in my Naruto and only a week behind in my Avengers (haven't seen Gamma World yet) and since Young Justice won't be airing any new eps until January (damn!) I decided, what the heck and went ahead and wrote this! So, if you have any Q's just go ahead and ask me! And as always reviews comments and suggestions are always welcome.
Disclaimer: The two wonderful franchises that go by the names of Naruto and Avengers are not currently in my possession. Note that I said currently.
"I don't think I have to tell you four how important this mission is," our direction, Maria Hill said to us as helicopter touched down in the middle of the street. "These are the Avengers we're dealing with so stay on your toes, don't do anything conspicuous…" She looked over at me and sighed. "And try not to blow anything up."
I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Tenten, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I was born in Hong Kong but I always call the nearest shield facility home. Apparently, my parents were big time weapons dealers that S.H.I.E.L.D and the U.S military caught about seventeen years ago. There was a shootout and my parents were killed when I was about one month old. S.H.I.E.L.D took full responsibility for the incident and to keep up there reputation they took me in. So I've been raised inside S.H.I.E.L.D facilities ever since then. Most people might consider this a 'depressing' child hood. Not me, I guess I inherited my parents love for weapons and my guardians took notice and trained me with every weapon they could get there hands on. Guns, close combat weapons, explosives. You name it, I've used it. When I turned sixteen I became a full fledged (and fully licensed) weapons expert, special agent and S.H.I.E.L.D soldier. Whose childhood's depressing now?
So anyway, Nick Fury, who's not such as a bad guy once you get to know him, decided that I'm ready for my first official mission. We're assigned to head off to Avengers mansion to question Tony Stark about some Stark Industries Technology that turned up in the hands of Doctor Doom in Latvaria about three days. Which basically meant Maria was going to drill him with questions while the rest of us just stood there and looked imposing. Well, the other three special agents were going to look imposing I'm pretty sure that Uncle Nick just wanted me to get some field experience. Needless to say, Maria wasn't too thrilled about me going her crew on this mission. But just because I keep grenades in my room doesn't make it my fault that one of the engines on the Hellicarrier blew out. Well, okay, maybe it was sort of my fault. But not the part when I was touring the S.H.I.E.L.D space station when I was ten and Clay Quartermain was space walking when I accidentally knocked him halfway to Jupiter with the stations defense system…okay so maybe that one was kind of my fault to. Okay, okay, so I do cause a lot of chaos but hey, I like weapons and I am a tad hyper. Okay so I'm really hyper.
"Got it Tenten?" Maria asked glaring at me.
"Sure, no prob," I shrugged. The special agents looked at each other nervously. I gave a weak smile, glad to see that my reputation was spreading. The five of us jumped out of the helicopter that soon sped away.
"Wow, I always pictured Tony Starks house a little more…draconian." I said remembering all the things that Nick had told me about Iron Man. The special agents just looked at me from behind there faceless masks.
"Uh kid, did you read the field manual?" one of them asked.
"I…skimmed it," I smiled.
"This isn't Tony Stark's house, it's the Avengers Mansion and how did you get on this team again?" another one of them, a girl, asked.
"Hey, if you've ever seen the kid fight, you'd know." A third soldier spoke up. Apparently this guy had been to one of my training sessions.
"Cut that chatter," Maria drawled as we walked up to the gate.
"Greetings Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to Avengers Mansion, how may I assist you?" the gate asked. Well…that was a new one.
"I'm Maria Hill, assistant director of S.H.I.E.L.D, could you call Tony Stark down?" she asked holding up her ID card.
"Of course, I will inform him that you have arrived. Please come inside and make yourselves comfortable." The gate continued opening up. Maria and the other walked in without a nod. I looked back down at the gate, weird
"Can I offer you something to drink?" the same voice as the gate asked as we walked into the Mansion.
"No," Maria said sternly as we continued towards the living room.
"But thanks for asking, uh…" I looked up at the ceiling spying two tiny microphones.
"Jarvis," the man/computer/ thing said. "The home security system."
"Cool!" I piped up "So…"
"Tenten!" Maria shouted from the living room.
"Right! Sorry!" I called running towards the sound of her voice.
"Well, what do we have here?" a black haired man with a beard asked as I ran into the room. I cast him a raised eyebrow. Most of the guys at S.H.I.E.L.D may and try flirt with me once, then Nick would threaten to kick them out and they'd shut right up. "Of course, how rude of me." The man grinned looking at my confused face. "I'm Tony Stark, you may know me as Iron Man and you are…?" he asked taking hold of my hand.
"She's seventeen Stark." Maria drawled.
"Gah! Right! My apologies miss, now uh, well let's get down to business." Tony said looking sheepishly in any direction but ours. It was only then that I noticed a figure behind him. Tall, imposing, confident aura, looked like he was dressed in a flag. Captain America? As in thee Captain America? Guess Maria was right, you really don't want to mess around with these guys. I'd heard stories growing up about the war that everyone's Grandfather had fought in. The highlight of many of them was watching the super soldier in action.
"Are you Captain America?" I asked interrupting Maria and Tony's conversation. I swear I saw a vein bulge on Maria's forehead. The man cast a quick glance at he and gave a small smile.
"Tenten, why don't you take up the computers offer for a drink?" Maria asked aggravatedly. I knew she was trying to get rid of me, and personally I'd rather be anywhere than listening to Maria's boring questions about Doctor Doom and Stark Industries technology but that definitely didn't mean I was going to make it easy for her.
"Sure! You want anything?" I asked innocently.
"No," Maria said in a very strained voice.
"How bout you guys?" I asked looking at the S.H.I.E.L.D agents.
"Just go!" Maria shouted. I grinned as I ran out of the room and towards the kitchen. Well, I would have ran towards the kitchen if I knew where it was. I thought about asking Jarvis for help but what was I supposed to do? Just look up at the ceiling and ask it for directions? I wandered up towards the second floor. Aimlessly, I drifted down the long corridors. This place was huge! Doors, statues, suits of armor, rec room, bedrooms but no Kitchen. As I walked past one of the doors it suddenly opened and a huge giant with blond hair walked out. I gaped, I'd never seen anyone so tall.
"Ah! Forgive me fair maiden, I did not sense thy presence." Or anyone with such old English.
"Um…. hi," I said looking up.
"Thor!" a loud voice bellowed. I turned to see none other than the giant the Hulk lumbering down the hallway. Instinctively I dived inside the nearest room. Every S.H.I. manual I'd ever read stated one thing. If you see the Hulk, you should run. I briefly did hear the giant monster ask.
"What's her problem?" I ignored it as I had more pressing matters at hand like oh I don't know, the figure dressed in white sitting on the ground peacefully meditating that I was going to crash into. I tried to stop but I knew we were going to collide when suddenly, quick as a flash the figure sprang to his feet, spun around, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.
"Who are you?" he asked coldly. I looked at him in shock, I never thought anyone could move that fast. He had long black hair, almost to long for a guy but his deep and cold voice left no doubt to his gender. His finely carved features were overshadowed by his milky white eyes which looked like they could stare right through you. I racked my brain for an answer. Unfortunately, for me the only thing that came out was, 'cute'.
Well there you have it! Hope you enjoyed! Please review and I'll see you next time!