(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁰⁶𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥

Y/N, Tony, and Steve sat around the circular glass table, staring into nothing. She had got there after patching up the wound on her forehead to confirm with Maria if Coulson had really passed away.

 Fury was at the head of the table with Maria behind him, "These were in Phil Coulson's jacket," said Fury, throwing a few blood-stained Captain America trading cards on the table and Maria looked up at him.

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She had known Coulson for the longest after Fury and Maria. They had done small assignments together along with Agent Melinda May also called 'the Cavalry'. But after Fury enlisted her into the Avengers initiative, she was given more bigger and important assignments. 

Steve picked up the cards and stared at them. "We're dead in the air up here," continued Fury, "Our communications, the location of the Cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. I lost my one good eye," he shook his head, "Maybe I had that coming," he walked around the table, "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips in that number, though, because I was playing something even riskier."

Y/N leaned back on her chair and it bounced slightly. "There was an idea," Fury carried on, "Dmitri and Stark know this, called the Avengers initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see they could become something even more. To see if they could together when we needed them to. To fight the battles that we never could." Y/N stared at the floor. "Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea." Y/N looked up at the mention of his name and frowned at him.

Y/N, being a well-groomed assassin, she was extremely good at reading people; especially if they were speaking to her. She noticed that Fury emphasized the words 'Phil Coulson,' and 'idea'. Nick Fury might have been the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, but he had some tells that only Y/N cracked through.

He was resting his hands on the head of a chair; his eyes were on Stark, waiting for a reaction; a muscle in his jaw twitched. Y/N turned to Maria, who too was watching Fury with the same confused look she had.

Realization dawned on her; she stood up from her chair with an unamused look and walked away. Tony and Steve thought that she couldn't listen to him talk about Coulson anymore, which was partly true.

She walked towards the room where Clint was being kept. The door was open so she walked in and saw Clint lying on the bed and Nat pouring something into a glass.

"How're you feeling?" Y/N asked him, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Stressed," replied Clint, "I've got no window. I've got to flush him out."

"You got to level out," said Nat, "It's going to take time."

"You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play?" Y/N and Nat locked eyes. "Pull you out and stuff something else in?" Clint continued, "Do you know what it's like to be unmade?"

"You know that we do," said Nat as Y/N stared at her lap..

Clint frowned and panted, "Why am I back? How'd you get him out?"

"Cognitive recalibration," said Nat and walked to sit beside her, "She hit you really hard on the head."

"It sort of jumpstarted your brain and snapped you out the trance you were in," Y/N explained.

"Thanks," said Clint, "Y/N, Natasha, How many agents did I—"

"Don't," Nat said warningly as she removed the cuffs off his hand and Y/N gave him a look, "Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for."

"Loki, did he get away?"

"Yeah," nodded Y/N, "I don't think you know where."

"I didn't need to know," said Clint and swung his leg over the bed to sit next to Y/N and Nat moved to the window, "I didn't ask. He's gonna make his play soon though. Today."

"We gotta stop him," said Nat, turning around with hands on her hips.

"We will," nodded Y/N.

"Who's 'we'?" asked Clint.

"I don't know," Nat shrugged, "Whoever's left."

"Well," he paused, "if I put an arrow through Loki's eye socket," Y/N smirked and Clint continued, "I would sleep better I suppose."

"Now that's what the Hillary I know sounds like," Y/N patted his back and Nat chuckled, making Clint throw her a playful glare.

"But you don't," he said making her frown in confusion, "You're a spy. Not a soldier. Now you want to wade into war, why?" he and Nat turned Y/N in between them, "What did Loki do to you?"

"He didn't. I just..." Y/N trailed and looked down.

"Y/N..."

"I've been compromised," she said and looked at Nat and Clint, "I got red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out." Nat squeezed her hand reassuringly and gave a small smile.

"Did I do that?" Clint asked, pointing to the dressing on her forehead.

"You wish," Y/N rolled her eyes, making him smirk. He patted her back and walked into the restroom.

"You alright?" Nat asked Y/N as she stood up.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I was just surprised."

The door whooshed open and Steve walked in, "Time to go,"

"Go where?" asked Nat.

"I'll tell you on the way. Can either of you fly one of those jets?"

"I can," said Y/N.

"And me," said Clint, stepping out of the washroom. Steve turned to Y/N and Nat and they nodded.

"You got a suit?" Steve asked him.

"Yeah."

"Then suit up."

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