Hey Fanfiction people! I am so excited to get back to doing what I do best, which is writing fanfiction for you lovely people! Okay so this is a bit of a prologue for the actual story to see how many reads this gets. So thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

I opened up the car door slowly, and began to step out, hearing my foot hit the snow with a sharp crisp. Hearing the drivers door open, I placed my other foot down and swung myself sideways. Looking up, I was assaulted by the gently falling snow and gazed up at what they claimed would be my new home. It was brighter than the sun against the pitch blackness of the night and seemed to actually scrape the sky. The trunk popped open as I stood and softly closed the door behind me, unable to tear my eyes away from the spectacle in front of me.

"Welcome to Stark Towers, Miss Romanoff" I heard the trunk slam shut, and turned my head curtly in that direction. Facing me was the man, who I was told, started it all. He hold me his name was Howard Stark and he was an inventor. Also the resident of the towering structure in front of me, along with his son. He set my duffel bag on his shoulder and placed his hand on the small of my back. I tensed as he touched me and tried not to resist too much, as he led me towards the beginning of my new life, cutting through New York foot traffic.

"So...this is where you live?" I spoke in flawless English, despite my strong Russian accent. Pushing the door open, he lead me ahead of him as he punched in a few numbers into a keypad as the door sealed itself.

"Well it's your home as well, along with the Headquarters of Stark Industries, testing levels, and multiple labs." We walked into a steel elevator and I crossed my hands behind my back as the doors slowly closed.

"Welcome back, Mr. Stark." An unknown voice spoke out as my hand grabbed my pistol from it's holster and point it at the door. "Weapon detected, sir. Should I take action?" The voice spoke once again as the elevator stopped and the lights dimmed. I increased the grip on my gun and straightened my posture.

"Miss. Romanoff, please lower your weapon. It's just JARVIS, Just a Rather Very Intelligent System, he runs the building. JARVIS, continue our route back to the penthouse and round up my son please." The lights returned and we began our ascending journey again.

"As you wish sir," The voice said before disappearing and I lowered my gun back into it's position, but kept my hand touching it.

"Fury, did say you were...very well trained." He said as a sad attempt to destress the situation.

"Is Fury the one who sent the team into remove me from Red Room?" I kept my facial expressions clear and stared at the spot where the two elevator doors met.

"Ah, yes. He is the whole mastermind behind this operation. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agency, or thats what we plan on naming it. You'll be meeting him in due time." Mr. Stark placed my bag down as we reached the penthouse floor. The doors slowly slid open and there standing in front of the exit was a miniature Stark. "Tony, this is Natasha Romanoff." The boy was about seventeen, only a few months older than I, and looked like an exact replica of his father, including his own growing moustache. He smiled widely at me and grabbed my bag off of the floor.

"I'm Tony Stark, future billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Current genius." He seemed very happy and full of himself as he held out his hand. I used the one that wasn't on my gun and shook it.

"Natasha Romanoff." I spoke crisp and clear, yet my Russian accent wouldn't disappear. He smiled and kept my hand, tugging on it like a small child.

"Tony will take you from here. I have to go have a conversation with Fury on your arrival. You'll meet the rest of the team and then Fury himself." Mr. Stark smiled as I stepped out of the cart with my gaze straight ahead. Tony lead me down a hallway into a large common room. It held three grey sofas, two recliners, a large flat screen t.v. and a circular table in the center, littered with wrappers and magazines.

"This is the living room for the team and now yourself." He said raising his arms, speaking as if motioning to a fine piece of art. "Sorry bout the mess, the other guys are a bit of a slob. Oh you'll be the first girl to join our little bunch of misfits" Tony smiled with a gleam in his eyes I couldn't quite place. "Anyways, back to the grand tour." He motioned to the three hallways branching off from the living room. "Each hallway has six rooms, master suites of course." Pointing to the far right hallway, he spoke "Home of the Captain, the angry green bean, and now yourself" Pointing the the one in the middle, "Home of bird man and demi god dude." Pointing to the farthest hallway, "Home of yours truly. Now your room is the one right next to the Captains, can't miss it. It's all red, white and blue. Just go through your stuff down, do whatever you girls do and I'll round up the crew." He smiled and handed my bag to me. I took it with a curt nod. "Welcome to the family Nat." Running down the hallway, he beat on the doors of who he called bird man and demi god dude. I placed my bag on my shoulder and headed down the hallway which would lead to my new residence. Tony was right, the Captains door was smothered in the countries color. Walking past it, I placed my hand on the doorknob of my room. I opened it and walked inside, seeing a simple bed, dresser, television, and door which I assumed led to a bathroom. I closed the door and placed my bag on the bed, sitting down next to it. Unzipping my bag, I removed an extra knife and slipped it inside my thigh holster, before standing up. Zipping my bag and turning to face the door, I took a deep breath, placed my hand on my knob and awaited my new fate.