The convention in Vienna was as expected, completely and utterly boring. Nat forced Mickey into wearing something moderately appropriate, or as the girl appropriately put it, anything that would stand out from her regular jewel heist norm. Her outfit was a mustard colored top, pearls decorating the neckline, a black pencil skirt, and black heels to finish it off. She didn't look much different then her usual attire when she was conning men out of money but it still made her appear to be appropriate.

Since revealing her utter hatred for General Ross and all around lack of interest in the convention Tony had not only put them on separate jets but now also asked Nat not to leave her side.

"You could smile," Nat muttered to the teenager as they walked into the room where the elite of the UN were all meeting.

Mickey eyed her for a moment, "Nat, when have I ever been known to smile?"

"One of us has too," Nat countered. "And I'm an ex Russian spy assassin, I don't think anyone is expecting me to be team pep."

"And I almost helped Loki take over the world," Mickey deadpanned, "I think I can win this one."

"Keep saying that and people will question why you're here."

"Don't they already?" This seemed to have finally mustered a mischievous smile onto the brunettes lips.

"Romanoff, I see Tony didn't listen and neither did you." General Ross introduced himself very loudly, forcing the two females to swivel on their heel and in his direction where everyone in the near vicinity was also looking. He had a group walking alongside, many secretaries while others were bodyguards, all looking directly at the tiny brunette beside the assassin.

Mickey snarled lowly, eyebrows narrowing as her fists tightened and her mood took an entire turn. Natasha instantly took a step closer, "don't."

"I won't if he won't." Mickey clarified, head held high as they stepped closer and she could feel Ross's beady eyes staring her down. If it was possible for a person to sense anyone's emotions she was certain Ross was filled with an endless pit of anger and distaste and for some foreign reason it sent a bit of pride in her, mainly because she knew her father would have been petty enough to smirk at them, and as they say, like father like daughter.

Mickey's wide set grin was met with a sign of defeat from Nat, "dear god, why did Tony leave me alone with you."

Ross arrived just in time to miss the little comment from Nat, his eyes very displeased as they took in the teenager. "I'm surprised they let you in here, thought they would have handcuffed you for what you did in New York."

"Well, you know it's as surprising as giving you a Medal of Honor for the massive fail you had in Harlem." Mickey retorted, voice calm despite the way her teeth grounded together and the fury that sparked in her heart. Ross knew all the right buttons to push, and he was more then happy to unleash them.

Ross reared back, completely silenced from her response until coming up with something smart enough to say, something that would prick Mickey deep enough to where she would potentially lash out and show everyone in the room just what she was truly made of. He leaned inwards, "like father like daughter I guess."

Mickey had almost expected this, deep down knowing he would never resist speaking about the man she adored. Her response was quick and brutal, something even he did not expect. "Yes well I'm sure Betty is glad that's not the case for all families."

That had done it, the single snap in Ross's eyes was enough to make the brunette internally cheer in triumph as the man moved his eyesight away. He looked to the cautious redhead, "Romanoff, keep this one under control."

Mickey had to restrain herself from continuing to antagonize him no matter how many jabs he threw at her.

After they were quite a distance away and the eyes had retracted Nat turned towards her, not at all furious like Mickey had thought. She had one eyebrows raised, "well, that was impressive."

Mickey was confused, tilting her head slightly, "you liked me telling off the person in charge of all of this?"

Nat rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I meant the fact you managed not to blow your top off, seriously Mickey I've never seen you show that level of restraint before."

The brunette hummed to herself, knowing very well that restraint was key in this ploy, but even so she needed to remain the same girl. With a flick of her hair a signature smile eased onto her lips, eyes deviously shining, "maybe I'm just saving my worst remarks for later."

Her lips pressed together tightly after that, reminding herself that caution was her best friend now, and if she wanted to keep her father out of harm she better make good with that.

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Mickey and Nat eventually found their way towards the back of the convention, silently watching as the crowds of World Leaders talked amongst themselves. Tony was somewhere in the room, likely with Rhodes by his side although neither were gonna bother to look for him.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?" One of the UN Staffers walked up to the two, clipboard in hand. Her eyes blinked between a calm stare at Nat and a petrified one towards Mickey. The brunette didn't feel bothered by it, mostly curious as to why anyone would have seemed this way towards her. She assumed it was because Ross had been bad mouthing her.

"Yes?"

"These need your signature." The worker pointed towards a few pages to which Nat quick scribbled her name her name down.

"Thank you." Nat finished off smoothly just as the two heroes looked up to see a man in a tailored suit walking this way.

"Who is that." Mickey questioned, eyeing the attractive man with a slight head tilt. He was tall, dark skin that seemed like silk and a perfect haircut that just screamed professional.

Nat blinked her eyes away, leaning towards the young girl, "that's prince T'Challa of Wakanda."

"Prince?" Mickey blinked, instantly seeing rolls of money along with a very handsome prince in her future. "Is he looking for a queen? Does it matter if it's from the Incan period?"

Nat scoffed, "he's too old for you."

"So everyone says about Bucky but that's not gonna stop me," The brunette whispered back just as the Prince stepped up.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight." His accent was very comforting, a vast difference to the ones Mickey was used too.

Nat was the only one of the two women to finally speak as the others jaw was practically in the floor. "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering."

T'Challa smiled in appreciation, "You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill... I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company."

"Well, I'm not."

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff." He nodded and finally turned towards the brunette who hadn't been able to stop gawking. He bowed his head, dumbstruck Mickey curtsied at him. "Ms. Rivera, you're certainly the last person I expected to see here."

Mickey pondered what he meant by that, judging by his innocent smile it couldn't have been anything bad so she decided to simply allow it with a slight hum of her tone before replying, "I see my reputation precedes me."

"Just the good things." He winked at her, and the girls hopes of being a princess diminished as he did with the intentions her father would wink at her. T'Challa viewed her as a child, a wise one but a child nonetheless.

"Well you're kinder then most here," she responded, T'Challa was better company the 95% of the room at this point as they all gazed on, watching her as if she was an escaped lion ready to lash out at any point, the prince however did not seemed bothered by this at all.

"So you don't approve of all this?" Nat asked, bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand.

T'Challa slightly shrugged and detailed, "the Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano." An old man cut in, his dark skin and bright white hair such a contrast Mickey couldn't stop staring at the top of his head until the younger man finally spoke.

"Father." T'Challa exclaimed, and Mickey put details together, finding the handsome features in both of them. The old man was kind, smiling and looking more eased then half the people in the room.

"Son. Miss Romanoff. Miss Rivera," He acknowledged them all, again no show of fear or disgust was in his face as well when he looked at the younger girl.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria." Natasha nodded, showing a sense of diplomacy.

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today." He spoke, and at the mention of Steve the teenager's hand suddenly fisted.

Natasha swallowed thickly and responded, "Yes, so am I.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session." Over the intercom someones voice boomed very loudly, forcing the small group of them to look around.

"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure." T'Challa spoke aloud and waved goodbye to the two girls.

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Natasha and Mickey were sat amongst the wealthiest and powerful of the UN, some were even kings in their countries and yet somehow the cameras never panned their way. Mickey felt every eye in the room turn towards her at least once and it made the small hairs on her arms stand on edge. She didn't exactly mind the stares, sometimes they were a positive and sometimes they were a negative, but it did worry her that perhaps they only stared because Ross had been bad mouthing her. Most of the staff seemed to think she was the devil in disguise by the way they avoided her and only addressed Natasha.

To distract herself Mickey thought about her father and she wondered where in the world he could possibly be. She could imagine him anywhere in the world from helping out fishermen deep in the heart of Alaska to high in the Andes mountains, training in the temples. Her father loved to explore unknown parts of the world and she supposed that's why they managed to stay hidden for so long. She loved him more then she could love anyone else in the world simply because he accepted her flaws and all which was more then she could say for most of the world. Yes, Tony and Steve reminded her she was an avenger and people did seem to look up to her but they viewed her like a wild rose, careful not to fall to deep or else they'd get injured.

Mickey suddenly felt the need to talk to her dad, she wanted to be assured that this was the right thing, that coming out to the world as a hero, a true hero, was what she wanted.

She swallowed, bringing her attention back to the conference as Athe king of Wakanda spoke once more. "When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative. Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.

His speech was affirmative but with enough of a caring touch that she found herself sincerely clapping. The King seemed to radiate with pride and actual class, compared to most men the young girl had come across he was top tier next to her father.

His son arose frantically just as the speech ended and ran straight for his father, yelling at the top of his lungs, "EVERYONE GET DOWN!"

There a short scream of panic, a sense of urgency between them all in the room before the large windows behind the King shattered and an explosion went off. Mickey felt her body slam back into the wall behind her before instincts kicked in and she was dropping to the ground, the desk being the only sense of protection she could find as she cowered with Nat alongside her.

The red headed women pulled closer towards the teen, her blue eyes giving her a once over as they began to water with the amount of dust and smoke in the room. "Mickey, you alright?"

Natasha's voice was slightly distorted, like she was far away even though her lips were close enough to where Mickey could tell the distinct color to them. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on her moving lips to make out the words before she found herself shaking her head, coughing loudly as the air became polluted. She found her voice had failed to follow and swallowed the lump inside her mouth, "fine... I want their heads."

Nat rolled her eyes, knowing very well the young girl was fine considering she was already seeking blood. They helped each other up, coughing heavily as the air reeked of smoke. "Let's get out of here before we die and never get the chance to do that."

Mickey nodded her head, running her eyes around the room to find that everyone seemed fine and running out towards the exit. She swallowed as her eyes found T'Challa weeping over his dead father, guards attempting to push him out the doors.

Someone was definitely going to pay.

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"Hey, you alright?" Tony walked over towards the bench Mickey had been sitting for the last hour, her black stained hands were the only thing she could keep her vision on as time moved slowly. She'd gone awful quiet not long after the explosion, only mumbling brief answers to the Austrian paramedics. Natasha had sat with her through most of it until she had gotten a call and stepped away to deal with it.

Mickey blinked, allowing the outside noise to penetrate her fragile mind and once more reign in her thinking. She sucked in a puff of air, allowing Tony to adjust to the steel bench as her fingers clasped together, "I'm fine... it just reminds me of—"

Tony patted her shoulder softly, understanding how the rest of her sentence got stuck halfway up her throats and burned to be swallowed. She couldn't do it, reliving those memories was one thing but speaking them aloud would be like allowing them to be more then nightmares and Mickey preferred to live in denial her whole life. Tony leaned in, pressing his elbows against the top of his knees and hunching to her size. "Mick... you know I can find someone who can speak with you about it? They specialize in our kind of experiences."

Mickey tilted her head in his direction, finally allowing Stark her undivided attention as she watched the worry peak in his voice. She had never seen this side of him before, he was always sarcastic and hiding behind his ego but there was something in his tone this time, like he was tired of putting up that persona. He was becoming more like Steve and Steve more like him everyday, it was rather odd. Her heart banged slightly against her chest, finding that now lies felt like fire breathing out of her chest as she spoke. "Thanks Tony, I think I can manage."

He bumped his knee against her her own and sighed, "well I suppose the daughter of Satan himself can't really be seen expressing her feelings to just any stranger."

His humor was back but this time it was a means to help her more then harm and yet again Mickey felt guilty as a small smile made it way onto her lips. "Thanks Tony... for trying to help but you know me, the only way I can express myself is through mayhem. Speaking of which, do you know who did it?"

Tony shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, "they do have a lead... it's Barnes."

"Bucky?" Mickey now turned her whole body, enthusiastically answering, "it can't be him? Hydra is gone, he escaped. What would he have to gain from attacking the Accords?"

"All very valid questions I'm sure you'll be bugging me with until I have an answer but the only way to get an answer is to find him." Tony stated, standing up, "and we need to go to Brussels for that."

"Tony, have you told Steve?" Mickey was quick to follow after him, running slightly to keep up with his tall stature.

"I'm sure Captain America is bound to find out, won't be long now before your favorite person is in custody and I'm not talking about Bucky." Tony answered quickly, warning the girl of the madness that was about to occur.

Mickey felt the inside of her shirt begin to vibrate, she'd tucked the phone under her shirt and secured it with the waistband of her skirt just in case her father or Steve called her, and now the vibrations were alerting him that someone was indeed calling her.

Tony was called over to one of the armored trucks, turning towards the girl quickly and pointing in the direction of a black car, "that cars taking us to the airport, go, I'll meet you there."

She nodded, watching as he walked out of view and left her to glance back at the vehicle before dashing amongst the crowd. Her heels clicked against the pavement quickly until she was out of view and in a small alleyway, behind a small bistro.

Mickey yanked the phone out of its holding and returned the call, there was a few messages from her father but she'd answer those after, it was Steve that was important now.

"Steve..."

She was about to detail everything that happened when he cut her off, "I know everything, it's Bucky."

Mickey was slightly stunned the news had gotten all the way to where he was, she took a moment to collect her thoughts and questioned, "how did you find out?"

"Sharon," he answered back, "she's gonna watch out for you, you can trust her."

Mickey swallowed, finding a slightly sense of relief to know she wasn't the only inside man, she teetered on her heel to find that no one was looking for her and asked. "You know where he is then?"

"I'm on my way there right now."

Mickey nodded in approval, "good, don't let him die."

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Honestly I shouldn't even be writing right now, I have math homework due at 12 tonight but yet here I am.