A/N: So, this is my first fan fiction, and I would like to formally invite all of you to the craziness that is my mind. It's entertained me for quite a bit, so I thought why not share. This story is set Post- Avengers. No Loki...yet. Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. I asked for them for my birthday, but all I got was money. If anyone from Marvel is reading this, I've got a nice crisp 50 dollar bill to trade.

The Avengers (minus Thor, who was currently on Asguard, and Bruce, who was waiting in a nearby SUV should the Hulk be needed) were all gathered around a large building set somewhere in the warehouse district. "Tony, are you sure this is the correct building? We only have one shot at surprising them," Clint said, fiddling around with his bow.

"Of course I'm sure. Quite frankly, that question hurts my pride a bit-", he started.

"The signal is coming from somewhere in the top floor of the building," Bruce cut in from the earpiece they each had.

"Okay boys, let's play," Natasha said, ending whatever comment Tony was going to make. Following her lead, the team quickly stormed into the warehouse. It was immediately obvious that things wouldn't be going according to plan. They were met by a rather large group of men with guns standing behind a man in a shabby suit. They were in the loading area of the warehouse, with a wide open floor, and the mob of gunmen were closer to the back wall, which held a few doors on the bottom, and a balcony to the offices about 12 feet up.

"Welcome, you got here just in time. Oh, I would lower those guns, all of you," the suited man said, looking at Natasha in particular," after all, you wouldn't want my poor little hostage to get hurt." At this statement a girl in handcuffs was pushed towards the front quite roughly by one of the gunmen. Several of them had guns pointed at her. She looked to be a teenager, with light blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed absolutely terrified of the current situation.

The Avengers slowly lowered their guns, already realizing that their former plan would no longer be effective. The man in the suit smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nicholas Solomon, and in a few minutes my plans shall be complete. I'm guessing that you've already realized that I hacked into the nearest military base. In a few minutes, their nuclear missiles will be launched, thanks to yours truly, and will crash into Russia. Or Eastern Europe. It doesn't really matter to me where they end up, the result will be the same. War, on a magnificent level."

Most of the Avengers (and everyone else) were focused on Soloman, but when Clint glanced back at the hostage to see if she could be removed from the situation, he noticed she didn't appear to be as terrified. In fact, with no one watching her, she looked almost...bored. Clint's eyes narrowed a fraction. Something was wrong here. Either she was a voluntary hostage, or there were other things in play here.

"There is nothing anyone can do," Soloman continued,"in a matter of minutes, all of this will-"

"Seriously," a new voice interrupted,"just because every single cartoon villain has to go into a long winded explanation doesn't mean- oh, my apologies. Please continue." The teenage girl stopped short of her complaint at the look Soloman gave her, raising her hands palm up in surrender. As she lowered her hands, a wisp of hair lowered into her face and it was apparent to both of the assassins that she had just used her pinky and ring fingers to steal a bobby pin from the side of her head.

"Did I look like I was talking to you," Solomon questioned coldly as he glared at her. "You are nothing more than an insignificant brat. Just stand there quietly. Understand?"

The girl had adopted her bored look again as she said, "I would feel insulted, but 'insignificant' is a five syllable word. I think someone earned himself a shiny gold star." Solomon crossed the distance between them in four quick steps and back handed her across the face while the Avengers moved forward in outrage, only to be stopped by more motioning from the gunmen.

The girl was knocked backward by the force of the hit and landed roughly near another man, who hauled her up to her feet and held her up by her shoulder while she clutched her face, hiding it. Steve was protesting against the girl's treatment and caught everyone's attention, but that didn't stop Clint from seeing the girl lower her hands, a small smile on her face as she quickly picked the lock of the handcuffs with her bobby pin. This girl was playing at something, but he couldn't decide exactly what it was. He could tell that she had some experience, because she was effectively picking the lock without looking at it, and quickly too. He was just about to decide whether or not he should try to extract the girl when the decision was taken away from him.

Solomon was continuing his long speech for everyone when it was interrupted, again. This time the girl had started singing from where she stood, held in front of the gunman as a shield. "I fell in to a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, but the flames went higher..." She trailed off as everyone's attention flicked to her and Solomon once again started to move towards her.

"Not a fan of Johnny Cash," she asked, eyebrows raised. "Too bad." She raised a silver lighter that even Clint failed to notice and flicked it open, throwing it right at Solomon's feet, where it quickly caught fire and spread into a neat circle around him. That's when everything went into a flurry of activity.

The girl quickly turned and had her captor down in two hits. She was lightning fast, with precise, practiced movements. While the Avengers were scrambling to join the fight, she had already downed several of the men. One of the gunmen aimed at her and she had enough time to call out "oh, I wouldn't" before he fired. The gun went off, eliciting a rather high pitched scream- from the man who fired. The barrel of his gun had exploded, sending bits of shrapnel into his hand. A few of his friends made the same discovery the hard way, and it was clear the guns had been tampered with somehow.

The girl threw a nearby box at the head of a man standing towards the back, who used both of his hands to catch it. He was entirely unprepared for the rock that followed it, aimed solely at his crotch. With a cry of pain he doubled over, and the girl ran towards him, using his hunched over figure to give her a lift up to the balcony behind him. She quickly took off down a corner and went out of sight as the Avengers dispatched with the rest of the men and located a fire extinguisher to get the now screaming Solomon out of his fiery trap.

"A few things," said the teenager as her voice carried out from the intercom system. She had apparently located the main office. "First, yes, this was entirely planned out ahead of time. You are incredibly predictable, right down to which henchman I had to hide my lighter on. Second, suits don't work for everyone, Mr. Solomon. You look like Peewee Herman." Tony started to giggle from where he was finishing up the rest of the men. "Third, I don't really consider myself 'insignificant'. And fourth, I may have gotten a C in computer science, but..."

"Missile sequence deactivated," stated an electronic female voice over the intercom.

"I'm pretty sure the teacher had something against me," she finished. "Oh, as a side note, karma really sucks. Bye," she said in a cheery voice as the intercom cut off. Natasha and Clint were already on their way up to the offices, and Clint, who took a similar path up from the balcony got a fleeting view of the girl as she took off from the office down the hallway and into a nearby room, closing the door behind her. He was right on her tail and opened the door as soon as it shut, looking in to reveal...an empty closet. There were no air vents, no windows, no ceiling tiles out of place. Just a dead end.

The archer was more confused than ever. "Guys," he said into his earpiece,'' the girl is gone. I'm not sure how, but I've lost visual on her."

"Who was she," Steve asked.

"I'm not sure, but I like her," Tony said. Everyone was finally stunned when Natasha and Tony finally agreed on something for once.