Hush Little Child (Avengers Fanfiction) Ch. One

Tony wasn't doing as well as he'd like to admit. The fact that he had gotten less than ten hours of sleep total this past week combined with the hangover from last night's drinking had left him extremely ill prepared for the days mission.

The team had split up after they met in the middle of the city to go over the plan. Tony hadn't been paying attention when Fury had told them where they were being sent, so he really had no idea where they were.

Basically the only thing he knew about this mission was that they were going after terrorists, and that was only because Steve had told him that on the drive here.

It took about a half hour before had the team had successfully and unintentionally found and provoked the terrorists. All it took was the whole team standing right in front of them and the guys were attacking full force.

Bruce had stayed behind on the hovercraft to avoid bringing out the big guy, and all the Avengers were fitted with microphone headsets so they could keep in touch.

From what Tony could hear through his built in system was that Tony wasn't doing as well as he'd like to admit. The fact that he had gotten less than ten hours of sleep total this past week combined with the hangover from last night's drinking had left him extremely ill prepared for the days mission.

The team had split up after they met up in the middle of the city. Tony hadn't been paying attention when Fury had told them where they were being sent, so he really had no idea where they were.

Basically the only thing he knew about this mission was that they were going after terrorists, and that was only because Steve had told him that on the drive here.

It took about a half hour before had successfully and unintentionally found and provoked the terrorists. All it took was the whole team standing right in front of them and the guys were attacking full force.

Bruce had stayed behind on the plan to avoid bringing out the big guy, and all the Avengers were fitted with microphone headsets so they could keep in touch.

From what Tony could hear through his built in system, everyone had found cover safely. Tony was currently hovering over the terrorists little set up, blasting here and there when he saw a mask or a bomb.

Unfortunately, he was also simultaneously dodging fire.

"Guys, sound off?" Tony, unlike the others, didn't have to yell into his mic to be heard. Unfortunately for him and his fancy headset helmet, the others did.

"Captain America on offense, taking cover behind Tony's car!" Steve yelled into his mic, oblivious to Tony's shriek as he noticed the many bullet holes and shield shaped dents in his favorite sports car.

"Hawkeye on offense, currently in position on the roof a block from Cap!" Clint was quieter than Steve, being further from the noise. He only yelled in the first place so his teammates in louder situations could hear him alright.

"I'm still on the ship," Bruce almost whispered, no doubt upset he wasn't able to help his team without risking danger to the civilians. Tony clicked his tongue in sympathy.

"Thanks for the contribution, buddy." Tony shot at what looked like a truck of explosives, which in turn caused the truck to obliterate itself into millions of chunks of shrapnel.

Huh. Tony looked around, as if to make sure someone had been watching.

"That's was totally and most definitely on purpose, just for the record." He ignored the sighs of the others on the ground as a realization struck him.

"Guys," he stopped firing and hovered. "Where's Natasha?" There was a solid ten seconds of radio silence before the mics all went off at once.

"Natasha?"

"Natasha?!"

"Natasha!"

"NATASHA!" The four avengers simultaneously, and in varying levels of concern and confusion, yelled into their headsets.

There was still no response. Tony was shocked out of his concern by a sudden impact from a projectile aimed by one of the men below.

He let out a grunt as the impact sent his suit off course, dropping a few yards and almost flipping before Tony managed to reactivate the stabilizers.

He could hear Rogers, Barton, and Banner still yelling into their headsets for Natasha. However, Tony was instantly relieved by the sight almost a block or two from his current position.

"Hey team, I found the deserter!"

"Where!?" Tony winced, shaking his head to stop the ringing in his ears.

"Hey, be nice. She's in front of the building Clint's on, looks like she's taken cover behind a van." The team was silent. Natasha hiding wasn't a concept any of them had ever even considered.

"Who's going to go investigate?" Steve asked, throwing his shield up and over the once shiny sports car that had become a shooting target.

"I'm a little indisposed at the moment," Clint had resumed his sniping, covering for the others closer to the action.

"I don't think I can get out from behind this car longer than it takes to catch and throw. Tony?"

"On it," Tony angled himself away from his position and towards where Natasha was crouched beside a black van parked along the street in front of an ally.

As he got closer, he noticed the bulge in Natasha's arms. The thing was covered in a dirty, grubby old blanket.

Natasha barely seemed to notice him approaching, which he did slowly and semi-loudly so he didn't startle the trained assassin.

"Ninna Нанна, Ninna ой. К кому я даю этот ребенок?"

Tony froze mid-step. Was Natasha.. singing?

" Если я отдам его старой ведьмой, Она будет держать его в течение недели."

Definitly singing. She had her headset on the ground next to her, and Tony winced when he notices it had been crushed. He resumed his approach, maybe ten yards away from her now."

"Если я отдам его пугало, Он будет держать его в течение всего года."

He was maybe five yards away. Now he noticed her rocking whatever was in her arms. Tony held his breath and took another step.

"Если я отдам его в то время как волк, Он будет держать его в течение длительного."

Tony crouched, just within arms length of the deadly assassin in front of him.

She didn't even glance at hime, focused completely on the thing in her arms.

"Natasha?" He almost whispered it, afraid to interrupt whatever sort of trance his teammate was in.

"Он будет держать его в течение длительного времени. феи Колыбельная сна Отправить мой ребенок спать."

Natasha finished her song, glancing up at Tony before returning her gaze to the bundle in her arms.

Tony raised an eyebrow, scooting forward a bit while he was still crouched. He froze in place when he heard Natasha.. growl? His gaze shot up to hers, and he almost fell back on his hands and butt in reaction the glare she was giving him.

He barely registered her arms tightening around her wrapped possession, holding it closer to her body as she continued to stare down Tony.

He raised his hands, slowly backing away from Natasha. He didn't relaxed until he was well out of range of the assassin.

Tony didn't move for almost twenty minutes, silently observing Natasha in shock as she continually rocked the bundle and sang Russian lullabies to it.

"Stark, what's going on?" Tony jumped backwards in surprise, colliding with a pair of patriotic clad legs. He looked up at Steve.

"I have absolutely no idea." He raised his hands in defense, then gestured to Natasha. Clint appeared on Tony's other side, looking just as confused as Tony felt.

"Natasha?" Clint took a step forward, cocking his head to the side in question.

Tony prepared himself for another viscous growl, thoroughly disappointed when Clint had less trouble than he did approaching Natasha.

Steve and Tony watched in apprehension as Clint knelt next to Natasha and pulled the old blanket back to get a glimpse of what Natasha was so possessive - no, protective - over.

Tony flinched when Natasha suddenly tightened her arms again around the thing, and he actually took a step back when she growled at Clint.

"She growled at him too. They're like, best friends. Do you realize how close I must have come to death earlier?" Tony whispered to Steve, who simply rolled his eyes at the supposed genius.

Clint stood up, pale faced as he turned and made his way slowly back to his confused team mates.

"Well?" Steve asked while Tony continued to hide behind him and apparently make faces at Natasha.

Clint shook his head.

"Were not going anywhere for a while guys. And Natasha's not leaving unless Tony makes an addition to her floor at Stark Tower."

Tony stood on his tiptoes behind Steve, raising his eyebrows. Steve had a similar look on his face.

"And, uh, why would I be doing that?' Tony raised both eyebrows this time.

Clint sat down on a nearby bench, bringing his hand to his face and rubbing at his temples.

He took a deep breath, then let put a sigh. "Natasha found a kid in the ally."