Luke drove to work in his gold catilac with the top roled down. He loved driving in New York during the summer. It was his favorite thing to do, guys would get jealous and girls would love him. Things were difrent today, philanthropist playboy teen had his eyes on one thing and one thing only. He saw Rachel walking to work, heels, purse and all. It was dangerous for girls like that to walk around manhattan alone. Before he could even think of anything else, a man pulled her into an alley, Luke parked his car and ran to the scene. Running twords the guy, he never saw what hit him. Literally, Luke punched the guy in the face, causing him to run away. Rachel fell to the ground, but Luke coughs her just on time. "My hero" she said. "Maybe you shouldn't walk around New York" he said bringing her up. "Why not" she asked. She knew the answer but she wanted to hear what he would say. "Beautiful woman, heels and a short skirt, gee? I wonder why any guy would want that" he said sarcastically. He walked over to his car and opened the door for her. "Après vous" he said. She sat down and he closed the door, sliding across the hood and into the drivers seat.

It wasting a long drive form broadway to Time Square but Luke made the most of it. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Why would I not be" she said. She had glassy eyes and straight face, she wouldn't look at him either. One look into his eyes and she you break. "Look at me, it's okay to cry" Luke pulled the car over, a few blocks away from the building. A tear fell from her eyes, making them a darker shade of blue. "I'm weak" she whispered to herself. "Strength isn't measured by what you can't do, but by what you can." He told her. She continued to look down. "Hey, don't do that." He said. "Do what" she asked him tears streaming down. "I have 3 three sisters and all they ever do is that. The shake there head cause there not good enough. Well I'm telling you better then you think. Your beautiful and smart and talented. Heck you made a mess of 4 teenage boys into a team, I call that impressive" he joked. She laughed a little. "So let's fix that makeup and get there, cause by now they are breaking..." Before he could finish his sentence, a loud bang ringed throes New York. "What have they done." She questioned. Luke lifted her head and wiped a away the tears, xleaning in for the kiss...

"Agents Stark and Romanof we need you in Washington with the team ASAP"
Luke pulled away, "let's go get the team. We can take a twin jet..." Rachel began. "No, I got a better idea." Once they had the others, they drove to the private airport in New Jersey. "Stark what are we doing here?" Grayson asked. "Were flying to Washington in style" he said hoping out of the car. "Everyone got there bags packed?" Rachel asked. "Yes mother" Carter replied sarcasticly. Rachel had three bags because Fury asked her to grab some files. As she seemed to be struggling, Carter grabbed one bag from Rachel. They bordered they plane to Washington DC.

Rachel was having a lot of fun, she had her share of Louis Veton but the millionaire life was a life she could get use to. The plane was luxurious, leather seats, a mini bar, a butler. This place had it all! She sat in one of the leather chairs in the back on her iPad writing in her diary. Other then her own memory, this locked diary had some international and personal secrets nobody should never know. Correction nobody will ever know. Mean while, Luke was consulting in Brian, Carter and Grayson about what he should do. "No, the minute you do something stupid the hole team will fall apart" Grayson said. "He's not wrong, if you look at all the ways this could go down, none are good." Carter added. "I counter, take away the impossible, whatever remains however improbable must be the truth" Brain said. "Thank you Brian. Look, it's not like she'd date me anyways." Luke looked over at her, she was always so serous. To much on her plate he guessed, a girl like that would. Teenage spy, it's a lot to handle.

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