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Director Fury gave Tony one last look before standing and preparing to leave. He'd only taken a couple of steps before leaning over and whispering into Agent Coulson's ear. The agent nodded and quickly headed towards the front door, leaving Fury alone with the source of most of his recent headaches. The one-eyed Director froze for a second as he heard the sound of a feminine shout of surprise. Giving his head a shake, and making a note to stock up on more Advil and Tylenol, Fury crouched in front of Tony.
"Alright Stark, listen up. " The billionaire blinked in surprise and looked up from the container of his father's belongings. "As you've proven, you can't be trusted with your own well being, and with Agent Romanoff busy with her cover in your company, you need a new baby-sitter to keep an eye on you." Fury's eye drifted off to the side and he stood up with a slight nod. "Allow me to introduce two of my best agents, as well as your new minders. Meet the Agents Saotome."
Craning his neck around, Tony couldn't help but feel his jaw drop.
Tony couldn't help but stare at the two new arrivals. Rushman — Romanoff, he corrected himself as he recalled how Fury had addressed her — had a certain beauty and femme fatale edge to her, but these two were stunning compared to her. Tall, obviously Asian — though the hair color certainly came from elsewhere — and with bodies that anyone would dream of, for one reason or another. Both looked far too alike to be anything other than close relatives, but he couldn't tell exactly how close, though one was certainly older than the other. The elder of the two was dressed in a plain dark-coloured kimono, with a long cloth covered object strapped to her back; the younger was wearing a skintight black and white bodysuit that made his head spin and mouth dry.
A common thread linked itself together in his thoughts and he couldn't help getting a crack in at Fury. "Is it me, or do your requirements for hiring female staff seem to include having red hair?"
"Funny Stark. I don't know about you, but I'd get started on unraveling your father's riddle. After all, no-one knows just how long you have left."
Tony pouted and turned to stare at the crate, muttering under his breath, "Well aren't you Captain Buzzkill..."
"Hmph. Stark," Fury said dismissively before he turned to the Saotomes. "Try to keep him out of trouble." The two agents nodded and Fury began to leave again, only for Stark to reach out and stop him.
"Wait a moment, how are you going to explain them? Two more transfers from Legal? Because I doubt that Happy would be fooled by that, never mind Pepper."
Fury offered him a raised brow. "I'll be. You're finally asking me a question that's worth answering. Mrs. Saotome is a housekeeper you hired when your last one quit after seeing the aftermath of yesterday's party."
"And the other one, what, is she supposed some kind of ninja and follow me around everywhere I go? " Stark asked when Fury fell silent.
"She's not a — actually, that's not a bad way to describe her. The other one no-one will know about. Agent, show Mister Stark your disappearing act."
Ranma rolled her eyes and leaned back on her heels, crossing her arms beneath her bust in a way that drew Tony's instant focus. "I have a name yaknow, and I still don't see why ya couldn't have left me back in Wakanda. So I had a few accidents on the Savannah, so sue me."
"I'm not leaving you there, because I've had enough of your motherfucking mistakes on that motherfucking plain!" Ranma smiled and rubbed the back of her neck while Tony felt the oddest urge to laugh. Fury inhaled deeply before continuing, his voice marginally calmer. "Now, show him your act, or you'll be working the next year on the Raft."
Ranma winced at the bite in her superior's voice. Working on the Raft wasn't too hard, mostly it was a lot of sitting around watching security feeds and going on the occasional patrol, but it also had the highest injury and casualty rate of any SHIELD deployment outside of the Middle East and Africa. And if there was one thing she had learned, and one of the things that had earned her respect, it was that Fury never made threats, he made promises. Letting her arms hang loose by her sides, she cracked her neck and gave her shoulders a roll — the motion causing Tony's eyes to pop and Nodoka to sigh — before fading from view as if she had never been present.
Tony fell off his chair and stared at the vacant spot in shock. "What the hell? That's impossible, there's no way she could have vanished like that. Any form of stealth cloaking tech is still in the design stages, and she didn't generate some kind of diffraction field, or there would have been some refraction where the light passed through her. Most metamaterial research is still in its early stages and even I haven't developed a working optical camouflage prototype. There is no physical way that she can vanish like that. Jarvis!" he shouted hastily as Fury watched on with an amused grin.
"Yes sir?" Nodoka blinked in surprise at the new voice that suddenly spoke from the air around her.
"Run a full spectrum scan of the room, I want a full count of everyone in here," Tony ordered as he warily got to his feet.
"Yes sir, scanning now. Sir, I am receiving conflicting data and I am unsure what to make of it."
"What kind of conflicting data?"
"All active forms of detection from camera to laser scans to active infrared detection return only four signatures: Director Fury's, Mr. Coulson', Mrs. Saotome's, and yours. But passive methods seem to indicate an additional presence, though their nature makes isolating and locating said presence much more diffic— I have isolated the source to a space within three feet directly behind you sir."
Tony whirled around and fell backwards onto his chair when he found his face inches away from the missing redhead. His jaw worked noiselessly while Fury simply nodded and turned to his agent. "Alright, that's enough of that. I think Mr. Stark has gotten my point. Agent Saotome. " Fury pointed to Ranma when both redheads turned to look at him. "Walk with me."
Ranma exchanged a quick look with her mother but nevertheless quickly followed her superior out of the house. Coulson simply stood off to the side with a small smile as he waited for his show to begin.
"So... " Tony drawled, a roguish grin on his face as he drew on his charm. "Mrs. Saotome was it? Where's the Mister at?"
"Knowing my husband, either drunk, in some sort of danger, or dead." Tony blinked in surprise. "Or possibly some combination of the three. After what I have learned of the man, I wouldn't be surprised at any possibility."
"Harsh,what'd he do?"
"He took my son from me for ten years while subjecting him to tortures that even America would have deemed too drastic for use in their 'war on terror'. And all the while he abused his position to cheat, lie and scam almost everyone he crossed paths with."
"Sounds like a real swell guy," Tony said weakly. "I can see why you'd be so pissed. I can sympathize with having a dick of dad, your daughter would have been just as mad as you were I suppose."
Now it was Nodoka's turn to blink, before the corner of her lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. "Indeed, his... sister was most displeased. I would advise you not to bring up the matter with her however, not if you value your continued well-being."
"Which matter; her brother or her father?"
Nodoka simply grinned. "Exactly."
Tony opened his mouth to ask further before closing it without uttering a word. Instead he turned to the other agent, the one he vaguely remembered meeting and taking cue cards from, which he summarily dismissed, after the whole disaster that was Obadiah Stane.
"Sooo... any chance of you going and doing a coffee run?"
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The moment they had left Tony's mansion, Fury whirled around and fixed Ranma with a stare that stopped her in her tracks. "Listen up. I know you don't want to be doing this, hell, I don't want to waste your talents doing this, but right now you're the best option I have available to me. Understand?"
"Yeah, I gotcha."
"Good. Now pay attention. We finally got the results back from Italy for the DNA tests on the body they found in Vanko's cell. It wasn't his, which means right now we have a man with a very big chip on his shoulder and a mind like Stark's at his disposal. That means until he's brought in, either in cuffs or a bodybag, I need you to stick to Stark like you're another one of his funky reactors."
"Don't worry, I can handle it." Ranma said confidently.
"Good." Fury stared into her eyes for a moment longer before a grin — more of a smirk really — grew across his face. "Not that it's bothering me, but do you mind explaining to me why the hell you like... that? I thought you hated spending time as a woman? "
Ranma sighed and scratched at the back of her neck as her body and clothing began to ripple, as if there were a million minuscule tiles covering her body that were being flipped over, revealing a handsome black haired young man underneath. "I still do. " Fury raised a brow and Ranma grunted. "I've been spending too much time with Mom and 'Tasha is all."
Fury frowned. "I thought you had control over that. Anything I need to be worried about? And the outfit? Because I'm pretty damn sure that isn't something you'd pick up from your mother."
"Well, Coulson said you wanted Stark distracted and on the defensive so..." Ranma trailed off with a shrug. "And my control is fine. It's just that after a while it gets tiring to hold it when it comes to Mom, since it and the curse both work together. I can hold for a while, but eventually it's easier to just let it go. Don't worry about it, I'll still be fine for infiltration jobs."
"You'd better be. Now are you sure you can handle Stark?"
"Oh please," Ranma snorted. "Compared to the guys back home he'll be a breeze. Really Yamajijii, you need to relax."
Fury grit his teeth and let out a low growl at the familiar name Ranma used for him. "You know, one of these days you're going to tell me what that means."
"No I won't."
"Then I'll just look it up myself instead. They've got this wonderful invention now, it's called the Internet. Maybe you've heard of it?" Fury allowed himself a small grin at the banter. It was one of the things he missed from the days back when he was still just a simple member of a squad, before he'd made his name and legend. It was rare enough to find someone willing to stand up to him, hence why he hadn't simply commandeered all of Stark's tech and suits, which made Ranma all the more valuable an asset.
Ranma simply laughed at the Director's threat. "Yeah? If you were gonna look it up, you woulda done it ages ago. Except if you did, that meant I'd win, and that ain't gonna happen, is it?"
Fury shook his head, quietly conceding the round to his subordinate as a black SHIELD car pulled up to the curb. "Damn punk ass kid," he muttered quietly as he got in.
Ranma stayed outside for a few minutes longer, well past the time the car turned a corner and disappeared from sight, before turning around and walking back towards the house. He reached for the door, his skin rippling once more as he dropped back into her familiar shape, before pulling it open and stepping inside. Stepping deftly through the debris, she wondered about the little side bet she'd made with Natasha after she'd been told of her mission.
Judging from the way Tony Stark's wide eyes followed her every movement, she couldn't help but think that she should have raised the stakes; this was going to be far too easy for her.
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Yawning loudly Ranma grabbed a seat on Tony's couch as he took a large sip of the coffee he had prepared for himself. He'd found years ago that sleeping in one form or another tended to leave him inclined to stay that way while he was awake; and with all the time he was going to have spend female, he was grabbing as much time for himself as possible. He sprawled himself across the cushions before pulling out his SHIELD issue smartphone, something that had taken a massive amount of hard work to learn to use, to check the morning's reports. For the most part it wasn't anything interesting, aside from a couple suspicious calls to and from Justin Hammer, and the martial artist turned secret agent finished it just in time for his erstwhile host to enter the room.
The inventor actually passed by the couch and was halfway to the kitchen before he stopped and spun around on his heel, walking back at the exact same pace as when he had first emerged from his room. He paused
"Huh, okay, that's new," Tony mused aloud. "I've never woken up and found a strange man I've never seen before drinking coffee while lying on my couch. A chick or two sure, but never a dude." He blinked before his eyes widened and turned pleading.
"Dear god please tell me I didn't get so drunk last night that I..." Ranma's rolled his eyes as a shudder racked the billionaire's body. "...experimented," Tony finished in a horrified stage whisper. Ranma couldn't help but laugh and shake his head as he took another drink of his coffee.
"Sorry, not this time. I was just checking in on things while... while my sister picked up a few tools from the local base."
Tony nodded as he helped himself the remaining coffee from the pot on the stove. "I always wondered where they kept you spooks buried. I guess it was closer than I thou- wait a sec, you're Agent Saotome's brother?"
"Uh," Ranma began, caught off guard by the billionaire's sudden change of subject. "Yes, I am. Why?"
"Just wondering who it was I had to impress before I start to work my charm on that hot redhead. The young busty Asian redhead I mean, since your mother is a bit out of my usual target range, and the other redhead just stabbed me in the neck..." Tony trailed off as he subconsciously rubbed at his chest, before continuing on half to himself. "Then again, she did look pretty nice in that outfit of hers, and I've had worse love bites from previous dates, so maybe I shouldn't right that one off so soon..."
A loud crack brought the eccentric inventor out of his reverie to find the agent standing almost nose to nose with him and pieces of porcelain falling from said agent's hand. He opened his mouth to comment on the invasion of his personal space, only to be stopped by The Look. It was a look that he had once before had directed against himself; that time it was after he had made a particularly insensitive comment to Pepper and he had been about to follow it up with an even worse one. His secretary had fixed with a look similar to the one the blue-eyed man was giving him, but it was pathetic in comparison to the intensity of that gaze.
"Stark." The billionaire shivered at the cold tone of voice. Is that my breath? "I am going to leave now. I suggest, if you value your life if not your manhood, be very careful around Natas- Natalie. And if I hear one word about you and my sister..."
The way he trailed off and cracked his knuckles made Tony swallow a great gulp of air as he nodded as fast as he possibly could. Ranma gave him a razor edged smile and a pat on the shoulder, which Tony made wince in pain, before walking out the door. Once he knew he was clear of the mansion and its security system, Ranma finally dropped the Soul of Ice and doubled over in laughter.
"Man," he managed between bursts as he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, " this is going to be the best job ever."
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Clint "Hawkeye" Barton yawned loudly as he walked through SHIELD HQ's hallways. He'd just returned from a routine job in Afghanistan, and having finished the necessary paperwork, turned to stalking through the maze of corridors. Thankfully for his patience, and the sanity of SHIELD's other agents, he had memorized the facility's layout and knew exactly where he was going.
With a grin he opened the door and slipped inside the small office before its owner could begin to open her mouth. He hopped up onto the chair in front of the thick steel desk and perched himself on the seat. The woman sitting behind the desk continued to quietly go through her paperwork for another few minutes, valiantly trying to ignore Clint's gaze as he waited silently with his grin, only for her to finally sigh and give up.
"What do you want Barton? Don't you have anything better to do?"
"I just figured I'd pop in and shoot the breeze, you know?" His smile grew wider as she let out groan. "Ah don't be like that Daisy. You seen 'Tasha around?"
"She's still on assignment," Daisy Johnson said with a sigh as she finished one file and moved onto the next. She took a moment to sip from the steaming mug of coffee in front of her before returning to her tasks. "Some undercover job for Fury. Pretty important one too by the sounds of it, even called in the big guns for back-up."
Clint leaned forwards and cocked his head to the side. "Big guns huh? Anyone I know?"
"Hmm? Oh, he called in Agent Saotome," she answered casually after a minute of silence. Clint's eyes widened and he nearly fell from his seat, only catching himself at the last second.
"What?" he shouted incredulously. Daisy winced at the noise and gave him a flat stare. Swallowing quickly, he had seen what she was capable of, Clint paused before opening his mouth again, this time speaking much quieter. "He did what? Where the hell did he send them? Madripoor? What could possibly be so dangerous that he called in the Dragon for reinforcement?"
"That's classified."
Clint frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Come on Daisy, is that any way to treat an old friend?"
"Considering you never listen to me and insist on irritating me every time you're at HQ, I'd say it's perfectly fine how I treat you."
"You don't mean that."
"For the last time, if you don't stop bothering me and perching on my chairs and filing cabinets, I will knock you unconscious and then toss you into the training room dressed as a mannequin for the rookies to use for target practice. Understood?"
Wide-eyed, Clint nodded and promptly shut his mouth. The minutes slowly ticked by and just as he was about to speak, a familiar face passed by the open door to the hallway. Grinning widely, he hopped down from his seat to follow his target, sparing a moment to swipe the still mostly full mug of coffee of Daisy's desk. He was out the door and three offices away when he heard the roar of anger from behind him.
Daisy 'Quake' Johnson stormed out of her office, each step causing the surrounding hallway to tremble and shake, and glared daggers into the back of Clint's receding head. "Hawkeye, I swear to god, next time I see you you'll be lucky if all I do is give you irritable bowels! You hear me?" A vaguely accommodating sound drifted down the hallway. Daisy began to turn back to finish her paperwork, only to pause, adding, "And stop perching on my furniture you damn pigeon!"