NADiA'S POiNT OF ViEW

I woke up in an unknown location, looked to be an office...only highly upgraded. "So Captain America...how's it hangin' buddy?" I smirk.

As I pull a pack of dots out of my bag I peel up the side of the box of 'dots' and rip through it like a letter. Steve Rogers looks at it and shakes his head, "You got some serious problems kid." He has a Boston accent, it's cute. I chuckle and nod, he has no idea.

"So...what's the story behind kidnapping a fifteen-year-old?" His chuckle is dry, unamused. I set my feet up on the desk and eat the dots in silence, Steve glares at me and I remove my feet.

"I– well, Tony needs your help–" I choke at this, Tony Stark needs my help? A kid's help? Oh god, it must be bad if he's resorting to using a child!

A giggle erupts in my throat and it's cut short by his glare. "I'm sorry...I really am...but what good could I do?" I ask.

"There's quite a lot of camera footage of you taking on men and...birds." His lip twitches with was I assume to be amusement, I turn red at the mention of me attacking innocent pigeons.

Sure, they're defenseless but their poop is literally acidic. "I've never fought men..." My voice cracks in the lie. Shit, I didn't want anyone to know I could take down two guys at once, it was my only advantage.

The enemy thinking he can take me on, only to be beaten by a five foot three inches tall girl. That's a real loss in my opinion.

Tony Stark walks in and plays a video of me using the aforementioned sticks to beat up these men that were trying to mug a lady. Matthew had only been training me for a few months then but I had them down instantly.

He told me it was better to be well versed in far and close combat that to be caught in a predicament when a big guy came up to me. He's thoughtful like that.

"You know, some of S.H.I.E.L.D's men can't even do that? Let alone a young girl." Steve explains and I nod slowly, accidentally swallowing a dot whole.

I cough it up and it lands on the desk. "Sorry," I mutter sheepishly and look for a trashcan. If I were home I would have shoved it in my mouth. But I am not at home... "Wait...where am I?" I finally ask I wanted to wait so I could eat my dots in peace.

"Back where you started." Tony's voice holds a little venom in it but it's mostly sarcasm.

"So Avengers Tower?" He nods and watches the video intently.

"Who is this?" My eyes widen as Thor walks in, holy cow...he is really tall.

I sit up straighter and Captain America sends a look my way. "The kid that Tony lost." Tony begins to retaliate but Natasha, Clint, and another man walked in.

"She looks angry." Thor points out and my skin nearly breaks out in a blush.

"Is cat eyes...blushing?" I glare at Tony Stark with no shame.

"So...now we're kidnapping kids. Good to know." The man with shaggy brown hair declares sarcastically while wiping his hands on his shirt, who is he?

"We didn't kidnap her, her dad knows she's here." My jaw drops.

"Where the hell is he then?! He just lets his daughter be kidnapped!?" I jump up and slam down the dots, Natasha puts a hand on my shoulder.

"It's fine, he isn't here right now." The loud exhale from my nostrils can probably be heard from outside as I reluctantly sit back down.

Peter Parker exits the elevator, I return his smile a bit.

He's the only one I met outside of this whole entire hostage/kidnappee...thing. "Well...we got work to do, Pete... uh...show her around?" Peter nods a bit eagerly...weird.

"What is your name mortal?" I peer up at Thor and scowl, I mock his deep, baritone voice.

"Nadia, all-powerful god."

His brows crinkle as Clint begins to chuckle. "I am so glad we got another kid." I whip my eyes to him.

"Are you guys like kidnapping kids to be like...group kids?" His face pales.

"No-" Natasha pats his chest.

"It's okay to take a hit every now and then."

ONE HOUR LATER ON THE ROOFTOP OF STARK TOWER

"This place is huge," I comment and look over the city, it's day time out so I had to get another pair of glasses. These ones are even more advanced. Tony said they were Mark III.

"It really is, I still get lost from time to time." I lean over the side and Peter grabs my arms.

"I'm fine, plus I have fast reflexes. I might not have 'spidey-sense' but they're fast enough." Parker tried to throw a punch but I dodged it. "You do now want to do this," I advise and he shrugs.

"No powers?" I ask and he nods.

I throw up my fists and silently thank Matthew for the vigorous training, oh shit! Matthew, he must be worried sick.

"Raincheck, I gotta call someone." Peter looks disappointed but nods respectfully. I begin descending down the tower as he picks up immediately.

"Nadia!" I wince, "What the hell?! It's been nearly twenty-four hours and I had to explain to Foggy that you went out...which was hard since you're like twelve." I want to correct him on my age but he is in no mood for jokes.

"I know, I know. So lemme give you the rundown." I delve into how Black Widow and Hawkeye kidnapped me and then helped me escape, I explain how when I went to my apartment (he yelled at me for that) that I was caught and shot with something before waking up at Avengers Tower.

I told Matt how they said they needed my help and that I could be a good asset. I refrained from fangirling over Thor because if I did, Matt might have hung up the phone.

"That... that's a lot. Are you okay?" I reply with a yes.

"I gotta go... something's happening..." He hangs up with a goodbye as I run into the room I woke up in.

"Where's Pete?" I shrug and a box is thrown at me.

"Bathroom is down the hall, to the right. Your fingerprint should work." I look at Tony in confusion before he ushers me along. My fingerprint did indeed work, which creeped me out.

What was even creepier was the fact that the clothes fit me nearly perfectly. The material is flexible but I can feel that there is something in between the dark green material. Like some sort of plastic. The suit resembles the Black Widow's but is much more conservative.

The neck isn't as low as her's and is close to my collar bones...well, that was considerate.

On the waist where Black Widow's logo would be is a small arrow, this makes me smile. The plastic feel is only in the parts of my body that seem to need it.

My stomach, back, shins, arms, but at the joints, there's a different type of fabric.

It's flexible and black unlike the rest of the suit. In the box is a pair of slightly heeled boots that go under the armor on my shins. There is also a pair of glasses, except these have a strap, and it extends into a mask; meaning I wouldn't have to worry about them falling off, or having my face shot.

The loud banging on the door startles me as I admire the outfit. I grab my bow and quiver from the box, both of which have been upgraded and slide the quiver on.

I snap my bow to full size and gush at how it extends. I make it small again and slide it on my back.

I need to get my sticks and small daggers. Matt wasn't going to ever let me get hurt, he was like the dad I never got. When I open the door Tony is standing there in his Iron Man suit.

"It fits, good. Come on, since Peter is gone you'll be going, also, here." I raise an eyebrow and follow after him as he hands me my sticks...but not my sticks.

They're black and green and some type of metal I think? They're lightweight and fit into the slots on my thighs perfectly. "Thanks." He waves his hand dismissively. We go through the room from before and I grab my backpack and coat. "Going where exactly?" I ask, he briefly turns around.

"Sokovia." Why in the world would be going somewhere I didn't even know existed.

"It is on Earth cat eyes." I roll the apparent 'cat eyes' inside the mask.