Oh, we know her. · Y/n story by @marvelfan

The compound’s briefing room was bathed in a cold, blue glow. Screens lined the walls, dark and waiting. The long table sat empty save for a single file folder, marked with a red classification stamp.

Natasha Romanoff

This better be good, Nick. I was in the middle of something.

Clint Barton

snorts Something meaning a bag of chips and a bad movie.

Fury stepped forward from the shadows, his one good eye fixed on each of them in turn. He tossed the folder onto the table with a sharp slap.

Nick Fury

I didn’t call you here for small talk.

He opened the folder. Inside, a single photograph—grainy, half-lit. A figure in dark tactical gear, face obscured by a hood and mask. All you could make out was a glint of something silver against the throat.

Nick Fury

There’s a weapon. Hydra made it. We lost track of it three months ago.

Tony Stark

leans forward Let me guess. This mystery agent charges by the hour and doesn’t do team-ups.

Nick Fury

eyes snap to Tony Something like that.

Natasha’s posture shifted, almost imperceptibly. Clint’s fingers went still on his bow arm.

Natasha Romanoff

Who?

Nick Fury

Y/n.

The name hung in the air. Steve frowned. Bruce adjusted his glasses. Tony quirked an eyebrow.

Clint Barton

voice flat You’re joking.

Thor

This mortal is known to you?

Natasha Romanoff

quietly To both of us.