It's Not Confidential

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The blast blew him back. Unable to retrieve an arrow in his current position, he was forced to look into the face of the dark haired Asgardian. As the staff pressed against his chest—"You have a heart"—a horrible sensation came over his mind and he was pushed into darkness.

"There has been an incident," Agent Coulson spoke calmly. I took a breath and rounded a corner in the warehouse.

"I'm kinda busy at the moment, bud," I grabbed the batons at my hip and pushed a button on my glasses. The crates glowed and I saw the outlines of a group of six at a table around the next corner: five men, one woman. "Can this wait five minutes?"

"I'll allow you two."

His humming flowed over the earpiece and I rolled my eyes. Lifting the batons, I lifted myself on the top of the crate and moved closer to the group.

"Vamos a mover las armas a las once," I smirked at the head of the crime family: so pleased in his lawn chair surrounded by the products of his infidelity. Sickening, really. Coulson continued to hum in my ear, speeding up—one minute left?

With the information I needed, I twirled my batons and jumped.

"¡Qu—" I smashed the baton on his forehead before he could finish his statement of surprise; as the other brother pulled out a gun I kicked my foot up and knocked it from his hand.

"AY!" I jumped up and flipped over the woman coming at me and kicked the man behind her in the face. Two down, three to go. My hair flew back as I ran toward the final guy—he pulled out a knife. Snapping together the batons, my bo-staff propelled me over his head and I kicked him onto his face; before he could regain his senses, I used his knees to boost me onto the table. I felt them crush beneath my boots: he wouldn't get up anytime soon.

"Estás terminado aquí,"I heard from behind me and felt someone begin climbing onto the table behind me. Without turning away from the wide-open eyes of the older man in front of me, I forced my elbow back and into the throat of the woman.

The man's eyes widened further and I kneeled in front of him. "Lo siento por los problemas."

The humming stopped and I pinched the man's neck—the authorities would be here soon and they wanted him in stable condition for interrogation. I owed the head of the FBI a favour for getting me out of a tough spot some years back, and now that is off my conscious. "What's the dilemma, Coulson?"

"Agents have been compromised, Fury called all that are currently available in."

"How am I going to get there?" I bent over and removed the gun from the underside of the table just in case he woke up before they got here. I nodded as I checked out the revolver—S&W Long, what fun.

"If you go outside in about four seconds and hold onto the ladder hanging," I twirled it around my middle finger and pretended to shoot the crates. Definitely a keeper—"You'll be completely briefed on what's occurred."

"Mmhm," I nodded even though he can't see me. "See you soon."

I heard him break off the signal and my earpiece shut down. I barely heard the sound of the engines above me—the stealth craft must have been updated; however, when I walked outside and into the dark night the only thing visible under the soft glow of the street lamp was a thick ladder hanging from the sky. It seemed to lead to nowhere. I put the pistol in my belt and walked over to it.

"This is amusing," I mumbled before grabbing on. I felt a pull and as I climbed the rope rose with me.

"Are you shitting me?"

"Sorry, Morse," Natasha rolled her eyes at my expression. "Fury called it."

Though we had never been on a mission together, Natasha and I became friends through a housing agreement that had been set up—from the moment she took the smaller room I knew we'd get along wonderfully. Over the years, we'd both been sent around the world; for reasons unknown we were never partnered.

I stretched my arms above my head. "Is that all he told you?"

"Get Mockingbird from the vent and meet in the briefing room," She nodded and shrugged before turning around and walking to the door. "Nothing less, nothing more."

As I caught up to her, I put my blonde hair back in a bun; we could be twins—if we looked anything alike. With my long blonde hair and her short fiery locks, the only thing we have in common is our height.

The walk to the secure room took little time: a benefit of being here before, the shortcuts become second nature. When we reached the end of a metal lined hallway, I put my thumb on a scanner and the elevator door opened. The jazzy tune playing made me smirk and tap my foot. As the door closed I continued to face forward while speaking.

"So, do you have any idea what this has to do with?"

She glanced at me from the corner of her eye and I raised an eyebrow. She sighed, "We're being transferred."

"Trans—we?" I bit back my surprise. "Interesting. To a new field, or…?"

"We will find out momentarily," She looked at the diagram of the levels on the wall. The doors opened and she stepped out with me taking an extra step to walk next to her.

I took the moment to ask her about her dress and heels, "No time to change?"

"He caught me in the middle of an interrogation." She smirked at me. "And you…what's with the white stripe?"

I glanced down at my black body suit with a thick white stripe running down the centre of my front and back sides: the thigh high combat boots matched with the wrist shields. I looped my fingers through the baton holders on my belt and shrugged.

"I upgraded."

We reached the end of the hall and she motioned to the door, "Enjoy."

"And you're going…?"

She let out a light laugh, "I have a package to drop off, but I'll be back soon."

"Great, leaving me to face Fury on my own, you're a lovely friend," I replied and put my thumb on the scanner. As the doors slid open, she began walking back to the elevator. I sighed and walked into the window-covered room; nothing but clouds was visible, and I got the feeling that we were losing altitude.

"Morse," The deep voice beckoned from the centre of the room. "Here's all the information you need to know about the Tesseract."

"The wha—" A dark haired woman placed a folder in my arms.

"We have people out now attempting to retrieve the stolen item, however in the case that something goes amiss you will be needed to aid us," He turned to face me and frowned slightly. "Because of your recent developments, your abilities will be needed."

"I'd hardly consider it recent, you of all people should know the operation—"

"Bobbi."

"Sorry, Sir."

A/N: Translations:

1 We are going to move the weapons at eleven.

2 You're finished here.

3 I'm sorry for the problems.

Okay, so I watched The Avengers, and I really liked it; of course, I wish they would have put Mockingbird in it too...which is why I put her in this! This is basically The Avengers with Mockingbird. So, review, tell me how you like it and if I should continue.

If I get a decent amount of positive feedback, I'll continue.

Thanks for reading!