"Fury," Beca greeted turning towards the bar to pour a second drink, "To what do I owe this displeasure?"
"Stark," Cynthia Rose Fury replied, making herself at home on the couch, "I see you're just as charming as ever."
"I practice daily," Beca quipped, "Incase you decide to rudely drop by unannounced. That way I can always be ready with my finest sarcasm." Beca walked to join her on the couch. CR reached out for one of the drinks Beca was holding. Beca considered making a joke about not having intended the drink for her, but thought better of it when she realized she'd like to end this conversation quickly. She had plans later. "What do you want?"
"We need your help," CR stated simply. She casually sipped her drink, staring and Beca as if she was supposed to consent without any explanation.
"Is this more Avengers BS?" Beca inquired.
"It will require the whole team, yes," CR confirmed.
"No," Beca replied without even thinking, "If you recall, I don't play well with others."
"Actually I seem to recall you doing quite well last time," she pointed out.
"That was a fluke," Beca argued, "A glitch in the system. I think this thing was messing with my brain waves or something." Beca tapped the magnetic plate in her chest.
CR raised the eyebrow of her uninjured eye. Both of them knew what she was saying was impossible, but CR didn't challenge it. Instead she said, "Would it help if I told you this is about Aubrey?"
Beca rolled her eyes. That was cheating. It had been a well known secret that despite Beca's general dislike for anyone who may be as smart as her, for some reason she had a soft spot for the bitchy blond.
"Im listening," Beca replied.
"She's in trouble," CR began to explain, "She's in trouble and she needs to go back in to hiding. I think the best way for that to happen is for the Avengers to help."
"She can't be in trouble," Beca argued, "She PMS's on command and turns into the grumpy green giant. No one could get the best of her."
"You may have heard of a force called II Popolo. They're a collaborative group of elite soldiers from several different countries. Some very important people in some very high places have decides they want to harness the power that makes up the Hulk. They've hired II Popolo to help them do so. Needless to say if they come here looking for her we will have world war three on our hands."
"And there it is," Beca interrupts, "This isn't about Banner at all. Once again, you need someone to save the world. Nice try Fury."
"Stark see reason," CR cut off Beca's ramblings, "Put yourself in Banner's shoes. As soon as this gets out she becomes a target again. No one is going to want her here or anywhere and she'll be back on every watch list imaginable. People wont even remember what she did for the world. How is this not about her?"
Beca didn't reply, but CR could tell her words struck a chord with her. Stark sipped thoughtfully at her drink ignoring the other woman's presence completely. CR slipped a piece of paper out of her pocket and slid it across the coffee table. "We are meeting at this address," Fury informed her, "One o'clock tomorrow. I know I can count on seeing you there."
CR stood to let herself out. Beca just starred absent-mindedly at the piece of paper the woman had left. CR stopped short of the exit and regained Beca's attention. "There's one more thing. I'm bringing in another person. A personal friend of Aubrey's. She's a brilliant mind and I think she can help. I
just wanted to give you a heads up."