Chapter 1: 603-7

                                    

                                          
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Natasha's pov
It has been 4 years since my son started his journey as a hero. He has fought in many battles and saved the world practically every year since he was 12. I couldn't be prouder of him (well maybe if he could manage to stay in one singular school for more than a year). Within that time he has found out that my real name is Natasha Romanoff and that I am the black widow, by I.M.ing me at a wrong time.(luckily for me I was on a mission that required no witnesses.... At Least no surviving ones so no one knows of my son yet.) He was mad for a bit but we fixed our relationship and Percy understood I did it to keep my enemies and allies away from him. He also understood the need to keep this a secret from everyone.
Fury sumined us for a meeting, and I was (as normal) one of the only people taking this seriously. By now everyone was there except Tony, and Thor (who was busy taking care of his brother and other asgardian things, hens in accessible.)
"Can't we just start this meeting without him" Hockey (A.K.A Clint Barton) asked.
"Sadly, no." I said, exasperated at the fact that he does this every time. At this point Tony sonters in, and opens his mouth to say something stooped. "Shut up Stark, so the Director can tell us what our mission is. I want to go on my yearly vacation, and this is making me late." This plus my tone both sparked my Team's curiosity and scared them. Getting Stark to sit down in his seat (for once not daring to add a snarky comment). 
"Yes, thank you for your patient Agent Romanoff. I am just glad you could fit this into your schedule before you left." He started knowing how upset I got when someone messed up my vacation time. (though he did not know that I had a child, and I spent that time with him. Which is an acheven in of itself.) "But, I would appreciate you putting your anger towards bringing this person in for interrogation." He handed us a file. As the file made its way around expressions of disbelief, surprise, and disgust, were made by the team before it ever got to me.
"He's a kid!" Captain America (A.K.A Steve Rogers) said in outrage. Ofcors the biggest boy scout in America would underestimate a potential threat because of how old the target is.
Tony wiseled "but you have to admit his rap sheet is impressive, I mean he blew up a school bus with a Revolutionary War cannon, at the age of 10? That's Awesome. What would he be in 2nd grade?"
"5th" I said as I was processing the information so far ..... Wait, that sounds familiar.
"I understand that this doesn't look good for the kid, but he doesn't seem to be bad just, in the wrong place at the wrong time." Said the ever soft hearted Bruce Banner (A.K.A the Hulk).
"Or that could be a cover. I'm just saying it's the oldest trick in the book. Plus how can you be in the wrong place and time for what seems to be the kid's inter life?" Barton made a good point unless if this kid had as bad of luck as my kid, and or is a demigod of some sort there is no way.... At that moment the file got to me and I opened it...
	no. no. no. No. NO!! This can't be happening! I keep reading and rereading hope against hope that what was written there would change, that the Fates would have mercy on me and my family, on my son. Please no, all my percussions and lies can't be for nothing. The gods and fates can't be this cruel. But no matter how many times I recheck or beg, the file wouldn't change.
"Tash, are you ok? You never take this long to read a file." Whispered my best friend. 
I put down my file, and take a deep breath. "I would like to activate code 603-7." Clint, and Fury, look at me like I just did the most surprising and out of character thing I could do... with considering that this code is used for the safety and secrecy of important family and friends of an agent. 
Tony snorts "what is code 600, 3, dash 7?"
" As disrespectful as Stark put it, I would also like to know what the code means." Steve said in a way that said that it was ok if we could not answer if it was a restricted subject. 
Baner looked concerned and frightened. "From the looks on their faces it doesn't look good." I keep my characteristics blank face on. 
"Well... it's not necessarily the worst thing in the world, it's more surprising than anything." Clint elaborated nervously, while trying not to give away too much.
"Then wha--?" Started to ask Stark.
When the Director cut him off, glaring at me.(the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't tend to take too well to surprises.) "It means," he took this dramatic pause to glare at each of us individually. "That Ms. Romanoff, hase a secret family."
"WHAT!!" Yelled Tony, though the rest of the team except Barton had similar but more restrained reactions. I just kept my blank expression on.
"That can't be because she goes on too many missions, and hangs out with us too much to have the time." Says Rogers, always the staple of America values he is.(note the sarcasm and annoyance, I told you I get upset when my vacation gets delayed.)
" What is that supposed to mean?" I comely ask.
"Nuthing." Mr. America answered fastly.
"It means that you don't have good enough time management skills to be a good girlfriend, let alone mom Mrs. Natasha 'I don't do real emotions' Romanoff." Snarks Tony. I set my fiery glare at the Stark, and he flinched away. And Clint looks away thinking about his own hidden family.
I get up, "now if you excuse me I'd like to go on my vacation, and if that will bother you too much then I'll take Hawkeye with me." The team looks at me in utter shock.
"That is executable, Barton, keep an eye on your partner." Fury ordered as I walked out with my best friend trailing behind me.