After that lovely bonding experience, I officially know that the last five Harry Potter films went way of course from the books and were terrible.  Everything up to the Prisoner of Askaban was perfect in my opinion. 

The next day wasn't as fun.

Let's just say I went on my first official mission with the Avengers and I discovered something that I really shouldn't have.

"Watch your six!" Someone yelled from my comm unit.

I spun around in time to shoot the bastard that tried to pull a sneak attack on me. I was slowly getting used to using my guns again.

I checked his pulse to make sure. There was a pulse but I had a feeling that he wouldn't have it for much longer.

Life---regardless of what side anyone chooses----is precious.

But that's for peacenicks. I wasn't some naive little girl who was too scared to take a human life. I've seen dead people, some by my hand and some by others.

I had to kill if I wanted to survive. It didn't matter if I belonged to the Avengers or not.

Maybe killing those who deserve to die would ease my conscious. It wasn't a reassuring thought but it was of some comfort.

"Targets neutralized, Cap."

"Good work, Maya. Regroup with Barton."

"Roger, Rogers," I said before moving out of the room and into the next corridor.

Why do villains like complex warehouses with a labyrinth of hallways?

Does it come in a book called 'How to be a Villain: A guide for Evil Wannabes?'

"Did she just make a joke?" Sam said somewhere in the background. "Or was that a clever Star Wars reference."

"Falcon, if I wanted to make a credible Star Wars quote then I would quote from the original."

"Less talk, more focus."

"Sorry, Widow. I'm on the second floor," I peeked out from the window where I was hidden. So far Stark and Bruce (or shall I say the Hulk) were taking out the tank that the baddies sent it to obliterate us. "Barton, I don't see you."

"There's way too much going on in my sector," the background noises were enough to tell me he was in a tight spot. "Get up to the fourth floor, I'll meet you there."

"There's too many of these guys. Someone needs to get there. ASAP." Captain America said.

"No shit!" I growled as I grabbed my gun, switching on the safety.

"Language!"

I guess my first official mission with the Avengers wasn't going as well as I thought. I think they were testing my abilities to handle myself. So far, so good but I had a feeling my luck was going to run out.

It usually does.

The staircase looked rusted and fragile but they were all I got. Good thing that I was light on my feet.

As far as I knew, this used to be an old base camp hidden during the Cold War. It housed some dangerous war weapons that I hoped never had to see the light of day.

Too bad our rebels and separatists had a different idea.

No wonder people decided to leave this country. Who could raise a child in this type of environment?

'Level 4' was written in a large and block format, covering the safe that safeguarded the weapons vault. I guess that I was taking over guard duty.

I hid behind one of the many large boxes that littered the floor. My 9mm Handgun rested securely in my hands.

I heard nothing. It I couldn't be too sure. I grabbed a gas grenade from my belt and threw it over. Five seconds later and the corridor was full of knockout gas. Then ten seconds later there were bullets being fired from the entrance way followed by groans as each one of the separatists slumped forward.

"All clear on Level four," I said into the comm unit. "I hope you're not too preoccupied to give me some back up, Agent Barton."

"See! I told you she could do it. What did I say?"

"Don't celebrate yet," Stark said. "Alright, kid. I need you to secure those weapons. There's too many of these guys at the moment so your the only one that's not currently busy. Got that?"

"I got it," I said as I stepped over the unconscious bodies.

The big entrance way with the typical vault and bolts was just a dumb. I suppose these guys just wanted to look fancy. Next to the door was a panel that held a keypad, not a hit tech one. Just a number key pad that had seen better days.

I just didn't have the patience to deal with keypad so I shot it and the door opened up immediately.

That was way too easy.

It shouldn't have been. 

This was way too good to be true. This wasn't some James Bond movie where there was just one single trap to solve.

There were several.

And by several I mean a laser grid.

How cliche are these guys?!

Maybe they need to stop watching 60's spy movies or maybe this was just shit security. Not surprising really.

Who did they hire for this stuff? HAMMER tech?

"Hey, guys? Did SHIELD training ever talk about how to get through a laser grid? Because I'm not sure this is safe."

"Did you shoot the control panel?" Agent Romanoff asked.

"Yeah......."

"That's weird. That usually works."

"If I wanted to hear a joke then I would have just listened to Stark when's he's intoxicated."

"Just keep an eye on the weapons until reinforcements arrive."

"That's boring."

"Just do it!"

"Fine," I huffed as I leaned against the door and waited for something to do while the Avengers decided to have fun without.

I peered into the vault and in the very back wasn't a missile or some other weapon of mass destruction. It was a giant glass panel with something in it.

Odd, isn't it?

How a word like weapon can be used so broadly now. A glass panel could be considered a weapon now just like a single nuclear warhead could be considered a weapon.

Only this word was behind many dangerous and dealt weapons that could easily destroy the world.

"Agent Romanoff," I said into my comm's unit. "There are no weapons in this vault. It's a decoy."

"What?"

"There's no weapons. Only a word."

"What's the word, kid?"

"It's Arabic," I said, squinting to read why it said.

"Do you know what it means?" Stark yelled over the comm. "We're kinda off in a bind here."

"Yeah. I do."