THE NEXT DAY - THiRD PERSON POiNT OF ViEW

"Natasha I need you here, now." Tony Stark was blunt and quick as he wanted this kid found, and fast.

"Yea, I'm on my way right now."

He hung up just as Peter walked inside, "She wasn't at school again." Tony nods and opens up the map of New York once again.

"So, do you remember what classes she had?" Peter nods vigorously.

"I forgot to give her schedule back, uh here." He hands Mr. Stark a crumpled piece of paper and Tony raises an eyebrow at it.

"Really Pete?" He holds the paper by his pointer and thumb.

Peter shrugs sheepishly, "It's just been sitting in my backpack." He explains while writhing his hands nervously. The elevator opens up to reveal Natasha Romanoff, the infamous spy in her Black Widow skinsuit.

"So what's the plan? If she's basically a ghost, what do we do?" She sits down in the chair by the window and puts her feet on the small table.

"I was hoping you'd be of some help, Black Widow." Tony mocks her and she just smirks.

"Do you guys need me because Aunt May said I was grounded..."

Tony dismisses him with a wave, "Be safe, kid." Peter nods and waves bye to Natasha, she returns a small wave of her own. "Her name is on here, a Nadia Oakley. Sound familiar?" She shakes her head no.

"Jarvis do a global search of the name 'Nadia Oakley'." The computer loads almost instantaneously.

"There are only a few results, sir, here they are." On the screen, there are three results.

"Hey...where's Bruce?" Natasha quips and Tony shrugs without even looking at her.

"Probably getting those things for Ultron, I dunno."

Two of the results are just a week old while another is nearly sixteen years old. "Weird, couldn't get a tag by face but the name is here." Tony zooms in on the older result. 'Orphan adopted at birth, mother dead, father unknown' It's the title of an old newspaper, from none other than New York's very own Hell's Kitchen. In the photo, there's a strange glow to the baby's chest...

"Can you find out who adopted her?" Tony asks as Natasha looks at the newer results.

"One of these is a medical record from three days ago, if she's in high school why is she just now going to the doctors?" She thinks out loud and Stark shrugs.

"This one is her school records, just says she's a student at Midtown High." Natasha taps her boot heel on the floor.

"We got to get her, fast. We don't know if she's a threat." She agrees with the man.

"Why don't we get someone like her?" She suggests with a smile.

"Am I supposed to know who or what you're talking about or?" He quips and she rolls her eyes. She points at the picture Tony managed to take with his suit before she destroyed it.

"She's good with a bow, right? Who else do we both know that can shoot something with that good of an aim from that distance? Let alone at night?" She questions and he sighs.

"Clint won't go for it," Tony replies and the elevator opens.

"Think before you speak." The sarcasm in his voice is obvious as none other than Clint Barton walks from the elevator, otherwise known as Hawkeye. Once called 'Greatest Living Marksman on the Planet'.

He sure did live up to the name, during the alien attack led by Loki Laufeyson back in 2012, just a couple of years ago. Tony still struggled with the memories of the wormhole and nearly dying. "So, there's a kid trying to be you...and they're doing a hell of a job." Tony jokes and Clint rolls his eyes.

"Just give me the information I need so we can get this over with." He's quick and to the point, just like his shots.

"If we do get he-" Natasha is cut off by Clint.

"When we get her." He corrects along with pointing a finger at her and she rolls her eyes at him.

"When we get her are you going to call in the rest of us?"

Tony shrugs, "Haven't thought that far yet. Blueberry?" Natasha takes a couple of the blue treats and pops them in her mouth.

"Are those frozen?" She coughs and pats her chest.

Tony nods as he throws one in his mouth. "We don't have much, but there is some information." Stark sends the floating information toward Clint and Clint examines it.

"Nat, didn't you say you picked up a kid a couple of days ago?" She nods and gasps.

"Wait, I just remembered. I hadn't thought about it till now. Can you ask the kid if she wears these weird glasses?" Tony tells Jarvis to call Peter before stopping the call before Peter picked up.

"Did you say 'weird glasses'? How were they weird?" Tony demands and Natasha begins to explain how they looked.

"I made a pair of 'weird glasses' about a week and a half ago, Jarvis get me the 'Nocturnus' project please." The screen lit up with a picture of glasses with pitch-black lenses and pieces of metal covering the sides, the metal was nano-tech.

Something Tony was just learning about. He gave the Agent the mark I pair so they weren't as advanced. "They look like that?" He points at the screen.

Natasha nods, "I think so, this is good, the girl I picked up was Agent Roads' kid and she didn't seem to know where he worked." Tony smiles.

"We got her."

Natasha nods, "We got her." Clint clears his throat.

"But do you really? If she wasn't at her house, then where is she?" Tony points at him.

"Get that agent on the line, now. Clint, get ready to catch a rather fast kid." Tony goes to suit up.

"You aren't going," Clint announces and Tony turns around.

"That so?" Tony's eyebrow is raised and his eyes are full of doubt.

Clint nods, "She blew up a suit already, what says she can't do it again?"

Tony shrugs, "That was an empty suit, I can handle a child." Clint scoffs at him.

"You can barely handle Spider-Kid." Nat jokes.

NADiA'S POiNT OF ViEW

Three days, seven hours, twelve minutes, and thirty-four seconds...

That is how long I have been 'on the run' as Matt has been calling it. My dad hasn't even called my cell, how sad. Now it's forty-seven seconds and all the other stuff, the phone rings and I shove the peanut m and m's away for a second as Matthew begins drilling questions at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am okay," I answer simply.

"Does your father know where you are?" Matt questions and I shake my head despite knowing he can't see it.

"No, my father doesn't know where I am...Okay? And?" I roll my eyes at Matthew's petty concerns.

"Close the curtains or something, they might see you laying around. Eating those nasty peanut m and m's."

"First of all, okay, secondly, they are not nasty you uncultured swine, and lastly how did you know I was eating them? Actually, no, I don't want to know." I speak into the phone as I shut all of the curtains on his windows.

"So, when will you be back?" I ask, he's been gone since this morning and I am famished.

His fridge was now empty and I can't risk going outside. "I'll be back in like an hour, Foggy will be with me. You're my little cousin, alright." I nod and he sighs,

"Stop nodding, that's rude."

I chuckle, "See ya soon, buckaroo." I blow a kiss into the phone and hang up.

Matt got me a cheap burner phone since he didn't want to risk it even more.