The Break In

Natasha's POV

"Sir." Clint and I responded, we left the room heading towards the surveillance  area, a few doors down.

We had the girl move into one of our special apartments. Generally used to watch criminals or previous convicts.

It was strange how she had all the proper documents for a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment. That's what notified us of her existence. That was all it took. Director Fury wanted to keep tabs on her. At first it was just a precaution. Now, we're on high alert. Though for some, this is a joke or a game. I haven't decided yet.

She seems ...normal enough.

Agent Sophia seemed to have a good opinion of her, though that might be compromised after today. The girl really threw us for a loop with what she knows. I also agree with the director. How does she know this and what else does she know. We'll have to be careful if she knows more. She could be a potential risk.

"This is gonna be an easy mission!" Clint says smiling.

"What if she knows more Clint." I state rolling my eyes. "She could be hiding something."

"Nah, she seems more like an open book."

"Barton" I warn.

"Oh, come on Nat! Have you seen the videos Tony got? She really enjoys swinging! She's a kid!"

'And you're not?' I sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose, "She could easily be a threat Clint, child or not. I'm not going to take that chance."

"Fine." He pouts, " but it'll still be easy."

I glare at him as we enter the room.

"Think about it Nat." He continues, "We've got the home front advantage! We're practically breaking into our own home!" He says raising his arms dramatically.

I chuckle at his antics, "True,"

Getting serious, "but I'm not taking any chances."

Clint shrugs, "Fair enough."

We check the surveillance footage. As we form the plan, along with back up plans, I check to see where she has her technology. Which is a Massive Pain in the ass.

She's only been there a short while and it looks like the Hulk paid her a visit, but was courteous enough to leave her furniture and wall alone.

Her room and the living room are the main disaster zones. She uses her room as a laundry basket for clean and dirty clothes! The table beside her bed is thwart with junk food, garbage and empty plastic bottles. Some of the wrappers that fell on the floor still there. Her bed is a massive pile of blankets and pillows. I'm glaring at the screen when hear Clint start to chuckle.

"Remind you of someone?"

I give him a look.

"Just add alcohol."

I smirk, continuing to look at the screen.

Her living room is slightly better. The vicinity around the couch, similar to her room, while some of her boxes are scattered. Some still unopened. She acts like a lazy teen, 'must've lied on her work application'. The way she acts,she seemed to be more like a teenager rather than a adult.

It was a relief to see she kept her kitchen pristine clean. Based on how often she used it, she must be a decent cook since she used it often.

After surveying her apartment, playing 'Where's Waldo?', I found her mini iPad in the living room on the table next to the couch, along with her DS. Her laptop was in her room on a table under the window.

I scoffed and left the room.

"What is it?" Clint asks as he catches up.

"Her laptop's on."

"And?"

"Tony can't hack it."

He pauses, "...Wow."

I roll my eyes as I continue on.

As I process this, I start to walk faster, and faster as I turn my head towards Clint, "There's got to more to this." I brake out into a sprint, Clint's not far behind as we head to the watch point. I need to make sure we're well prepared for tonight's mission.

Alivia's POV

I got back to the apartment after finishing work. Today ... was ...an interesting day. I took Robert's coffee order, or at least somebody who looked like him. I really wouldn't know, I don't keep tabs on actors. Still it was cool! It's not everyday a guy winks at me! Though, it'll probably be the last. I sigh as a pick up my iPad and sit on the couch.

... Well even if that wasn't Jr. What was with Sophia? She was acting really weird. Why did she say he was Tony? She seemed really adamant about the avengers as well...

Why did she ask me so many questions? I mean everyone at least knows of the Avengers. There's plenty of fanfics out there. A few fanfics had modern readers that get transported one way or another to the marvel world. It's not like my luck is that good, nothing really happens to me.

Maybe she's a new fan. I know, I, myself still have a ways to go. I just enjoy the stories. I brushed off what happened with Sophia since I've only known her for a little while.

I'm just glad I have tomorrow off. I plan to play in Washington Square Park this time. Last time, I got seriously lost ...again, I had to ask for directions.

-Flashback-

The people walking around me were either too busy to offer assistance or they didn't have an idea where it was at. So I knocked on the door of this really large building, the safest looking one.

A man who just woke up answered the door. He didn't seem too happy when he opened the door. He was standing there in a robe with a red blanket over his shoulders.

I first apologized and then asked him for directions. He looked slightly shocked before he stared chuckling. He shook his head, a small smile on his face as he gave me directions. I smiled and happily thanked the man before I went on my way.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't get a good look at the man. As much as I'd like to bake him a pie or cake in thanks, it's not like I'd ever see him again. Especially since I had no clue where I was at the time. With his directions I finally found the park, but sadly couldn't play or explore.

I needed enough time to find my way back to the apartment.

-End Flashback-

After reminiscing on my little mishap, I couldn't help but smile at my encounter with that man, but frown at my amazing ability to get lost. At this point I should call it a talent.

So to be prepared I looked up how to get to Washington Square Park by google maps and wrote the directions down, since my phone doesn't have its own internet connection.

After I finished writing the directions I set them on my laptop and went straight to bed. Just so I can get up early in the morning.

Natasha POV

I watch her as she places a paper on her laptop and heads towards bed. We'll start soon.

She starts to show signs of sleep, her chest evenly rising and falling. After a few more minutes.... I head in.

Clint has visuals if anything comes up. It's nice how he finally gets serious when work starts.... well at least on covert missions.

I enter the apartment with a spare, no need to pick the lock especially since this is a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment.

She didn't have any traps set up, ... unless you want to count the mess of a maze.

I head to her room since three targets are there. The laptop, the iPad and her. She sleeps with her door open... not very safe... I'm practically waiting for a trap. Really anything,  at this point.

...It's too easy she so unguarded.

So, I silently make my way to her through the annoying jungle of clothes. I need her to stay quiet, so I grab a special rag and hold it to her mouth holding it there awhile. When I'm sure it's taken effect I put the cloth away and head towards her laptop.

She has a paper, with hand written directions to Washington Square Park, "Tony did say she kept getting lost." I mumble.

"Yeah. It was pretty funny when he showed us the clip. It was like she was on a scavenger hunt." Clint replied relaxing.

I removed the paper since I wanted to see what was on her computer. I reach for the wireless mouse to wake it up. Nothing.

I reach for it again. Still I feel nothing. I turn this time watching to make sure I don't miss the mouse. I watch as my hand passes through the mouse and hits the table.

"Wha.."

"Nat?!" Clint asks, alarmed.

"I'm fine Clint. It's just..." I try again, "my hand goes right through it."

"What?" This time it's Clint's turn to be confused.

"Just as I said." As I swiped my trough the laptop this time. "It's like it's a hologram. I see it, but I can't touch it."

"Ghost"

I'm appalled by Clint "Really?" I say rolling my eyes.

"She's got ghost tech, Nat. You see it. It's there, but you cant touch it."

I sighed, "I'll try her iPad."

'Nope same.'

"Is she a ghost?"

"No, Clint. She's not a ghost. She's asleep, the drug worked."

"But -"

I cut him off, "I'm bringing her out." I grabbed the girl and threw her over my shoulder.

When I reached Clint, "That's not nice, Nat."

"Fine." I toss her at him and he catches her bridal style. "You carry her then."

He scoffs as he moves her to a baby hug carry,

He looks at me, "Really?" He asks.

I just smirk and shrug, "Fair's, fair. I grabbed her, you carry. Simple as that."

He shakes his head slightly, giving up.

"But really, Her ghost technology is really weird. Cool, but weird." He says carrying her to the jet.

"No." I replied flatly.

'The weird thing was her paper. It was on the laptop and didn't go through it.' I thought as we set off for headquarters.