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13 - The Guide to an Unhappy Birthday

Track Thirteen: The Guide to an Unhappy Birthday

Album: Avengers

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Third Person
May 4th 2001, Diana's birthday of sorts. No one to this day really knows the exact time or day she was created by Hydra, not even them themselves actually. The progress of creation is a strange concept meaning her 'birth' was years of experimentations and tests, until a breathing child occurred. Because of this, her age is up to debate. Not to mention, no documentation about her first breath was ever found. So Shield decided to mark it as the day they were able to find her, so they could finish her birth certificate. They chose to give her the birth year of 2001 due to the size and weight of her at the time.

On May 4 2012, a couple sat down at an empty table waiting for people they were starting to feel like wouldn't be coming. The women put her head in her hands as her boyfriend continued to call a number that would never pick up, "Come on kid pick up"

She looked over to the digital clock showing the time of one pm, "Tony. They were supposed to be here four hours ago. I don't think-"

"It's probably the Captain," he hung up the phone after getting a notification that the girl's and Captain America's phone boxes were both full thanks to him. "Maybe he decided he was better then us and took her to a Waffle House or something" he scoffed.

"You know he wouldn't do that," she turned to him. "She probably had another burn out or something. Maybe Captain Rogers doesn't know how to use a phone. My parents still can't and they're younger then him" she tried to convince both of them.

"Yeah, sure" Tony carelessly dropped the phone onto the table filled with an array of confetti and began to leave the room.

"Tony-" she reached out to him but the billionaire cut her off, "I'll be downstairs. Don't bother me"

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Others knew the date and mentally screamed at their predicament, Natasha Romanoff for example.

She sat tied to a chair as a group of thugs began to interrogate her, "This is not how I wanted the evening to go" the leader sighed as Natasha frantically looked around.

She'd been trailing these thugs for almost a year now, and it seemed like this would be her last, "I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me, this is better" she told them.

The leader nodded, "I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, a stained glass and other random items"

One of the other thugs pushed the spy in her chair backwards tilting her over the edge of a very long drop to the bottom floor, "I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business" she exclaimed, trying her hardest to mask her fear.

"Solohob?" They saw right through her fake demeanour and basked in her sheer terror, "Your reputation is quite a progression. The famous Black Widow. Nothing but a pretty face"

Natasha looked at him baffled, "You really think I'm pretty?" was all she was able to get out.

The boss strolled over towards a table filled with tools picked out especially for the spy to. He plucked up a pair of pliers while one of his goons next to her forced her jaw open, "We do not need the Lermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well... You may have to write it down"