Natasha's POV

"Tony what the hell? I told you to wear something nice!" I reprimand as he stands in front of me covered in soot and grime he must have been in the lab doing who knows what. He had been down in the dumps lately since Bruce had left the tower. He claimed to have lost his science buddy. On the bright side he had gained a science buddy. Peter Parker the new kid who calls himself Spider Man. He had skill I had been in charge of most of his training. The kid had an interesting personality. He was smart but liked to act silly sort of burying his genius. He was sarcastic and sorry in a different sort of way. He was more passive aggressive with his remarks rather than being blunt like Tony. He kept in close contact with his Aunt which the boys had fun teasing him about. Mainly because his Aunt was young and attractive. He was very well rounded but to some extent he was guarded. Still unsure of what to expect out of us. As promised I had been really hard on him the first week but I hate to say it he kind of grew on me.

"Why? It's not like anything important is going on." Tony shrugged. Just then Pepper walked down the hall and slapped him on the back of the head with a scolding tone she said think. Tony ponder his thoughts for a moment before a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh no! That's today isn't it?"

"Yeah." He dropped his wrench in the middle of the floor turned on the ball of his foot and sprinted in the direction of his room.

"Shit!" He yelled over his shoulder. I sighed. Of course he would forget about one of the most important recruit meetings we were going to have. I straightened the bottom of my dress and made my rounds. Fury had put me in charge of making everyone look somewhat presentable. Clint was busy rolling up his dress shirt sleeves something he always did. Scarrlet was currently trying to convince Thor that there was in fact a purpose to wearing shirts with sleeves. Hope and Scott had yet to arrive. Rhodey was busy trying to hell Sam find a tie that car matched his outfit. The only other people who were completely ready were Steve and Vision.

"Tony forgot didn't he?" Steve asked as I glanced at the clock.

"What are you a mind reader?" I joked trying to loosen up a bit.

"Well I just heard him yell really loud and I could tell by the look on your face. So mind reading? No." Steve observed the chaos as the others scrambled around for last minute touch ups.

"Have either of you discovered where Peter is?" Vision asked. I felt more weight suddenly slam on my shoulders.

"Stage did Sam ever content Peter enough this?" I asked dreading the answer. Steve paled.

"No..." Without waiting for me to ask he pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me. I immediately flipped it open and dialed his number. I waited impatiently as the phone rang. On the third ring he finally picked up.

"This is Peter." He stated in a bored tone.

"Dont talk just listen. Sam forgot to tell you there's an important meeting back at the tower. Put something nice on and get over here as fast as you can." There was a loud crackle on the other end of the line and suddenly there was yelling. The call ended and I was just about ready to chuck State's phone against the wall.

"What happened?" He asked hesitantly.

"I'm pretty sure he just blew something up." Was my response. I scanned the room again and at last everyone but Tony and Peter seemed to be presentable. I glanced at the clock again we had approximately ten minutes until our guest would arrive.

"Relax." Steve mumbled fitting his hand in mine and giving it a firm squeeze. I sighed just wanting this to be over already. If anything we would totally blow this opportunity. Not just for a new recruit but resources as well. Shield needed to expand and we didn't exactly have the funds. Especially not after the incident in Russia. We were all still feeling the effects of the casualties.

"You look good!" Clint stated smiling at Wanda who shrugged assessing the dress Pepper had picked for her. It was a deep red color and cut off just above her knees. She had a small black vest that she wore with it.

"You clean up pretty well too." She remarked observing Clint's choice of dress. It always made me smile at how close they were. I heard a faint thudding noise until out of no where Tony came barreling into the room dressed in a suit but shoeless. He held his shoes in his hands and was frantically trying to cram them know his feet.

"Am I good?" He asked glancing at the clock. Two minutes and Peter was still no where to be seen. Great, everything is going exactly how Fury planned it. Speaking of Fury he strolled casually into the room doing a quick head count almost like a father would. Sure enough at exactly twelve o'clock the sound of helicopter blades could be heard. Everyone's heads swirled towards the windows where we watched a dark black helicopter land on the helipad. Three people emerged from the mechanical beast. Two women and a man dressed in a crisp black suit. Maria rushed forward to escort them inside where the rest of us stood. The doors opened and a blast of fresh air wafted through the room.

"Ah, a pleasure to finally meet you Director Fury." The man smiled his thick accent mesmerising. The two women parted and I realized they were his guards. I nodded in respect to the women and they nodded in return.

"And you too Your Majesty." Fury replied politely with a bit of a bow. The dark skinned man smiled.

"No need to call me Your Majesty. T'Challa will do just fine." The King stated. I took note of his fit build and the ring he wore. The mantle of the Black Panther. Realization dawned on Tony as to who our guest really was. Fury and I have agreed to not drop Amy names as to not let the news spread like a wild fire. Even news kept exclusively to shield agents could get out on the streets and we had promised T'Challa a quiet meeting. Tony shot me daggers and Scar looked really pale. I remembered that when Jordon was around she had dealt in vibranium dealings one of King T'Challa's main exports.

"T'Challa my name is Steve Rogers leader of the Avengers of course I have plenty of help. If you will please follow me to where we'll be discussing your possible transition to the team." Steve approached T'Challs with a sort of pleasant and submissive air about him. He dropped my hand and gestured down the hall. T'Challa responded to Stave better than Fury what little tension was in his shoulders dissapeared. The body guards followed next and the rest of us followed in behind. We entered a glass room with a long table lined with many chairs. T'Challa sat at the head of one end his guards standing behind him. Steve sat at the other end. I slipped into the chair on Steve's immediate right.

"I hope you'll excuse Zira and Thani." T'Challa apologized gesturing to the women who stood poised behind him.

"No need to apologize precautions are understandable. Someone of your caliber cam never be to safe. Something we could learn from." Steve noted and I knew he was hinting at Hydra's infiltration of Shield and Ultron.

"Let's just jump in. We both know why you're here. Shield and the Avengers are struggling to come back from our losses. We suffered a lot of damage. It also became apparent in Russia that our technology is inadequate to fend off other organizations who are as advanced or more advanced than us. I understand you have concerns if you'd care to tell us what those are I'm sure we'd be glad to hear them." I stated pulling on my political mask. I needed to seem reasonable not like a wild card. The situation didn't call for a wild card, it didn't call for a submissive role, the bad guy, or the over eager and agreeable. I needed to look like I had no opinion.

"Ah, I guess we shall." T'Challa smiled his eyes looking amused. He could see right through me I knew it. I wasn't used to that. Instinctively I retreated from my forward approach. I needed to get a read on him. "As you know I have followed Shield and it's activities closley. Though you have a just cause you lack many things. You became corrupt from the inside out right under your noses. If I am to invest my time, money, energy, and abilities here I need to be reassured that the same situation will not repeat itself. I would hate to have my technology and resources used for political means and such."

"Understood. We've thought greatly about the prospect of security being an issue.  We've updated technological security so that the most important files can only be accessed by Fury, Me, or any other granted special permission. Each of our agents have had thorough back ground checks and any dealings we may do in the future will be private matters. The knowledge will be passed on to only a select few. If word gets out we will weed out the snitch and Fury will decide on ethical punishment." Steve nodded and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. His eyes got a thoughtful glint and his eyebrows would crease slightly.

"That seems to be a reasonable approach and I have accepted the idea that nothing is completed certain of protected. However my next concern is that of Mr. Stark's abilities. Mr. Stark I respect your work greatly it is rather incredible however when it attacks my vibranium merchants I find it hard to tolerate your ideas." T'Challa turned his gaze to Tony where he studied him closley.

"King Chilli-" Tony started but Clint tried to discretely kick him. "I mean T'Challa sir. I realize I have made huge mistakes in the past. I know I tend to be a bit of a wild card however I promise to better myself when it comes to decision making. I have made an agreement with Fury to run my decisions by three people before I act." Tony mumbled not to happy.

"Sorry I'm late." A voice interrupted. I glanced over my shoulder to see Peter standing in the door way with Scott and Hope behind him. He had a nice dress shirt on and a pair of pants and his hair was gelled. He cleaned up well. Scott on the other hand...well I could tell by Hope's look she wasn't to pleased. The three shuffled awkwardly into the room and took their respective seats.

"Well a man can only learn from his mistakes. I respect your decision. Now I understand you intend to not only have my resources at disposal but also my abilities as the Black Panther. To call on me if in need of my services?" T'Challa asked during Steve again. T'Challa was different. He had a strange sense of peace about him. He had no wasted movements. He was poised always. He was relaxed, smooth, and fluid. He betrayed nothing.

"Yes. If you agree to the terms you will be a member of the Avengers. Tasked with protecting the world and the innocent at all costs." Steve slid a small packet across the table to where T'Challa lounged. The King glanced over them quickly. When finished he flipped the last page and his eyes held a bemused look.

"I will agree to your terms. They are reasonable and your cause is more than just. As for my resources I have determined that you recognize and repent on your mistakes. That is all I can ask of you. I will however make slow contributions over time until my trust is earned. As you can see I must put my kingdom's needs over Shield's. Win my trust and I will make you grow exponentially. Is this decision reasonable to you?" T'Challa inquired. Steve glanced around the table looking for anyone to protest.

"Hey, does the agreement say I can call you King Chilli?" Tony asked. Clint kicked him again only harder this time. T'Challa sat he'd on his eyes glittering knowingly.

"It seems to be settled T'Challa. Welcome to the team." Steve smiled getting to his feet and handing T'Challa a pen. The King signed the documents with a quick scribble and stood taking Steve's hand.

"It will be a pleasure to serve with you and your friends Captain. If you'll excuse me I have other business to attend to. Thank you for your hospitality." T'Challa smiled respectfully to the others before leaving the room. As soon as the sound of his helicopter dissapeared chaos broke loose again. Thor stood up and stretch causing his sleeves to rip. Tony and Clint started to argue. Vision and Scar dissapeared not liking the crowdedness of the room. Hope made her way to stand next to me.

"So why do Scott's pants have burrito stains on them?" I asked. As Steve, Scott, and Peter made small talk. Fury had vanished from sight with the documents meaning we now had a new member of the team.

"Don't get me started. I told him to eat before we came. He didn't listen and instead decided to pull into a Mexican fast food place. I told him to let me drive but he didn't listen again. Next thing you know he's yelling Hot!Hot! And has steaming beans on his legs." I laughed along with Hope. "Honestly I don't know how you did so good."

"Yeah Steve's pretty great isn't he? Although I do have to say he eats a lot. I've never seen someone pack it away like that before." Hope laughed. "Otherwise everything's nice, I don't know how to explain it but we just kind of fit."

"Scott may have his quirks but I know where you're coming from." Hope and I left the others behind and walked to the bar where we talked for the rest of the evening catching up with one another. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of Peter trying to mess Steve up while he was doing push-ups. Peter sat on Steve's back, surfed, stood on one foot, did his own push ups, grabbed one of Steve's arms, then his leg so he was doing a push up with one leg and one arm.

"How are you doing this?" Peter laughed finally giving up. Steve stood and offered the space to Peter.

"Your turn." Peter groaned and took his place. He spread his arms out in push up position and Steve grabbed on of Peter's arms and then one of his legs. Peter lost balance and was crushed flat.

"Ugh! Get off! I'm being crushed by an old man!" Peter groaned shoving Steve away. The two laughed and I had the sudden realization that Steve would be a really good Father if given the chance. Today had been a success. Everyone was in good spirits and we now had the help of King Chilli.