" so many assume. so little know "
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in which a bad mouthed agent is assigned to help the walking talking patriarchal symbol of what is right and what is wrong. and in the process of it all, learns how much she needed the desk duty
BOOK ONE | St...
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NEW YORK america
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CORTEZ
"WHY ARE you so freaking pissed right now?" I muttered under my breath.
The rumble of the jet shook and my feet vibrated against it. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the back; Natasha wanted to pilot and Clint called shut gun. So I had the pleasure of sitting in the back with Steve.
We were minutes away from New York City. I was lining my holsters with guns and knives, and my favorite, a few small grenades. Steve thought it was a good idea to approach me. While I was preparing for something well out of my league, and while I was mourning the death of an agent.
"I just don't get it."
"Is that seriously the most important thing you're thinking about right now?" I asked and looked at him. "I mean, seriously?"
"Why does he get to call you Stacy and I can't?"
I rolled my eyes and slid the last gun into the thigh strap. "Because I don't want you to. Simple as that."
Steve shook his head in anger. "You know, you can be a real..."
"What? A bitch? Thanks hun, I know." I said and started to move away. My feet took me over to Clint and Natasha. I looked out at the New York skyline.
"Um, what the fuck is that?" I asked to no one in particular.
"I think that's the uh, I think that's the portal. Yeah. I think." Natasha said. She didn't seem so sure. Then she pulled a lever and reached out to our Iron Man. "Stark, we're heading north east."
"What? Did you stop for drive thru?"
"Yeah, I got you a couple cheeseburgers." I said loudly into the speaker.
I heard him laugh. "Cute. Swing up park, I'm gonna lay em' out for you."
Natasha did exactly that, and within a few seconds, we were firing at alien. My mind was running a mile a minute, as I thought about where I was and what I was about to do.
"This doesn't... this is a dream, right?" I asked to no one.
"Yeah, gotta be." Clint said. "There he is."
We all looked out at the Stark tower and saw Loki and Thor fighting. It only took Loki a second to use his scepter and attack us. The engine on our left blew up and the jet went spiraling.
