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S.H.I.E.L.D Safe house, somewhere in Pennsylvania.
The gravel path crunched under your boots as you made your way towards the front door, the chill in the air causing you to zip up your jacket in an effort to retain your body heat. The safe house was much bigger - and more beautiful - than you imagined, and of course, the security was of top-notch quality. S.H.I.E.L.D had stopped at nothing to make sure the house had optimum protection, even going as far as to surround it with reflective panels - not unlike the ones they used on their quinjets - so that to anyone who wasn't looking for it, the house would be impossible to notice.
Brendon worked on unlocking the door, which took a while, since there were multiple codes he had to punch in and identification protocol he had to go through. You used this time to take in your surroundings a bit more, slowly rotating in a circle to fully digest the gorgeous scenery. The house was situated not too far from a mountain range, allowing a breath-taking view all around.
After about three minutes, Brendon announced that you could go inside.
"Taking that long to unlock the door can't be too helpful in a life-threating situation, can it?" you questioned sceptically.
"It only took that long because I didn't check in beforehand like agents normally should. In case you hadn't noticed, I had bigger fish to fry," he responded, holding the door open for you as you stepped over the threshold.
"Woah," you whispered.
"Not too shabby, huh?" Brendon smirked as he placed your shopping bags in the entryway.
"Are you sure we didn't take a wrong turn somewhere and end up at Tony Stark's place instead?"
"Oh, sweetheart, believe me, Stark's place makes this one look like trash." Brendon's phone rang and he removed it from his pocket, face hardening once he saw the caller ID. "I have to take this, it's The Director," he said, walking into the next room. He backtracked a bit and stuck his head out to look at you. "I'll be right back. Don't-"
"Die? Yeah, I think I'll be fine."
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"Sir."
"Agent Urie. I trust everything is in order?"
"Of course, sir," Brendon confirmed, peeping through the glass door at you as you examined the house in awe. "She's safe."
"That's good. Especially since we know for a fact that she was one of the reasons for the attack."
