Hello everybody ! This isn't my first fanfiction but the first one I'm ever putting up on the internet !
English is not my first language, I am not a native speaker, so there will be some awkward phrases. I try to write several chapters in advance so I have time to proofread, but there will still be some mistakes I believe.
So this story would take place before season 7 for SPN (so before the Leviathans), and before CA:CW for the Avengers !
Enjoy :3 !
[ Disclaimer : I don't own Supernatural nor the Avengers, I only own my OCs and the storyline. ]
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Chapter 1 : The Linguist
The young lady left the café she was usually taking her breakfast at. She had a couple of herbs and bacon bagels in a paper bag which had the logo of the little café in downtown New York City, and two grand black coffees. She had her chastain hair up in a tight chignon. She was wearing a light grey suit with a straight skirt, and was walking with white stilettos. It was 8am, on a Monday morning, at the end of summer, the sun was still shining and she had big round black sunglasses, mounting a mouth with full lips painted in a slight red She waved at a taxi. She didn't have to wait long, and she hopped into the first yellow cab that stopped next to her.
In ten minutes she was at her office. She paid the taxi driver and left the car, entering into the big glass building. The automatic doors opened, and she arrived in the great hall. The security guards smiled at her as she took off her sunglasses unveiling two grey-blue eyes, and she smiled back. She took out her badge out of her purse, it had her photo, a bar code, and her name and position : Annabelle Andersen, Chief Administrative Officer. She passed the badge in front of a lecturer that beeped and lighted green, as usual. She waved at the front desk secretaries that were answering the telephones, and went to the central elevator. She pressed the button of the last floor, and sipped on her coffee while the doors were closing. On the last floor the doors opened and she went straight to her office, along the large corridor, a few offices before the CEO's. She pushed the door. The last-floor secretary Olivia ran behind her with a pile of folders in her arms:
"Miss Andersen ! Your 9am appointment cancelled, so I called mister Shubsky who was waiting for an opening."
"You did good, Olly. What would I do without you ?"
"This office would be a mess, your agenda would be a mess, and so would your life."
"Most probably, that's why I brought you this."
Annabelle offered her the second coffee and gave her the paper bag :
"I got'cha a bagel from that little café we went to the other day for brunch."
"The one you go for breakfast ? You're an angel !"
A nnabelle grinned as she sat down at her desk and started her computer.
"Yeah..."
"Lisa called back, she wants your expertise." announced Olivia.
"My expertise on what ? "
"On me, what else !" cried a voice entering the room. The two ladies looked up and saw a man in an expensive dark grey suit and red tie entering the room, a goatie on his chin and sunglasses on his nose.
"Mister Stark, we haven't seen you in a while."
Tony Stark sat down on a chair on the other side of the desk.
"You promised to visit me my dear. Is that coffee ?"
Olivia left with a smile after leaving the files and the other bagel on a corner of a desk. Tony Stark helped himself and took Annabelle's cup before taking it to its lips and drank.
"Ouh, that is nice coffee, Annabelle."
"You can keep it, she smiled at him. What brings you here, first thing in the morning, mister Stark?"
"I um... I needed to change my mind."
"The very famous Tony Stark found nothing to do on a Monday morning ? Not even a tour in your Iron Man suit ?"
"I wish, Pepper has forbidden me to go down to my lab, it's cleaning week. They don't want me there. Even if I'm obviously the best to know what's up in the place."
Annabelle got up and started looking at the first file on her desk, walking around the office while taking a bite of her bagel.
"That looks good." said Tony eyeing the treat. "Where do you take your breakfast ?"
"In an old café downtown. It's called Blueberry's."
"Like the berry ? Do they do delivery ?"
"Just like the berry, and they do delivery. Now, unless you'd like to be my assistant for the day, I am afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, some of us actually have to work." she finished in a joking tone. He smiled back at her but was still siting.
"How foul of you to throw me out of your office in such a way." he dramatized.
"I would be sorry to leave you to your billionaire boredom." she laughed
"Then, deal. Do I have to call you Madam ?"
"You may, if I get to call you my PA" [personal assistant]
"Do I get a desk ?" he asked jokingly.
"You can get a chair, and free coffee." she offered.
Tony Stark has been a friend of the CEO of this company, James McKeen, for a dozen years now, and learned to know Annabelle when she arrived as McKeen's help four years ago, and got promoted to CAO a year ago.
Tony spent the next hour fumbling in Annabelle's decoration and making comments, while she was actually working. The 9am appointment came in, Shubsky, another company owner McKeen was subcontracting for a building project. Olivia ushered him in after knocking.
"Welcome mister Shubsky !" Annabelle said while highlighting one last line in his file.
She got up and went around her desk to shake her client's hand. Mr. Shubsky was a small man with round glasses and a firm handshake. He was really glad to be here, his little business was really getting started, when Annabelle found his good results while consulting some statistics. She called, and the deal was rapidly made. He slightly bowed when shaking her hand, and that's when he saw Tony.
"Oh my god... You are..."
"Miss Andersen's personal PA for the day, Tony. Are you a tea or a coffee person ? Tea I bet."
"... You're Iron Man !"
Annabelle laughed, and sat at her desk.
"Please Mr Shubsky, sit down. Tony, if you will."
"What ?" answered the billionaire.
"This meeting is private, I'm sorry." she grinned, not wanting to hurt the man.
"Are you sure ?" he tried.
"I'm afraid I am. Mister McKeen should be back from London soon, his flight arrived at 8, he should be here in any minute."
He pointed at the door with his sassy attitude.
"You need me to do some xerox ?"
"I'll be fine, Tony, thank you very much." she cheered.
"Canadians, so polite."
And Tony Stark left. Shubsky sat at the desk and turned to her :
"Tony Stark really is your PA ?"
"No, he was just in the neighbourhood, I kind of sheltered him ! What about we go over the next details ?"
"Sure !"
The meeting went on for three hours, and after signing one last paper, they shook hands and he left. Olly informed her that Tony had left the building he few moments after she had received her client.
"Why was he here in the first place ?" asked Olivia
"I don't really know." answered Annabelle. "I thought he would just leave when he learned that McKeen wasn't in here."
"Yeah, right ?"
They both took their jackets and handbags and locked their offices before taking the elevator. Every midday they would leave the office to grab lunch nearby. They would be gone for an hour or two sometimes, when they could not stop chatting. They were both from Canada, and became friends quickly. When they were done, they headed back to the big glass building. They were crossing the road, when two electricians, one who was particularly huge, maybe two meters tall, walked into them.
"Oh, I'm sorry." said the taller one.
He had shoulder-length hair and fair eyes. Annabelle barely had time to turn around to clearly see his face that the second electrician had taken his sleeve and pulled him away.
"People can be really rude sometimes." cried Olivia.
The two women walked five more minutes, and heard the alarm from across the street. They walked faster, nearly ran into the hall. Security guards were searching everywhere, the alarm was crying high, and all the staff had been brought downstairs. Even McKeen was down here, yelling on the phone.
"I don't fucking care ! You're getting your agents in here, right now !"
Olivia and Annabelle came closer to the front desk girls :
"What happened ?!" Annabelle asked as she was covering her ears because of the alarm.
"Someone broke into the system, and set off the alarm ! He tried to have access to your files, miss Andersen !"
The alarm finally stopped, and the whole hall sighed in relief. Annabelle grinned :
"My files ? What for ?"
James McKeen approached the three women. "Anna, what the hell ?!"
"James, I don't know, did he only go through my files ?"
"Yes apparently he did !"
"But we have high security systems, to go through you need more than a simple password ! Are you thinking about industrial spying ? I mean... oh no."
"What ?!" cried James.
"On my computer, I have plans of the museum, the one where there's gonna be a charity fundraiser, and a lot of important people at this gala, he may have tried to have access to the plans for an attack !"
J ames squatted and breathed in slowly.
"Thank god he didn't manage to get in... Call the IT guys, I want a thousand per cent more security in there or I'll promise I'll fire every one of them !"
He rapidly stood up, and was going to storm off back to his office when one of the security guards walked toward them.
"Hmm... boss, there are two FBI agents here."
He seemed rather surprised.
"What ? Already ? I... I just called Henry... Well, I guess they were just around the block."
T wo men in black suits came up to Annabelle, Olivia, and James. The first one a bit more than 1''80, he had a really square jaw on which grew a slight beard. His short brown hair matched perfectly his green eyes and his charming smile. The second one was taller, almost two meters, he was huge in his suit and tie. His hair was down to his shoulders, however, contrary to the other FBI agent he was clean shaven, and his eyes were of a deep grey-blue.
They both took out their badges :
"Agents Tyler and Perry, FBI."
James held out his hands to agent Tyler, the green-eyed one, who shook it in return.
"You've been sent by the bureau ? We didn't expect you so soon."
"Uh... yeah. We were having lunch nearby, we received the call, and we heard the alarm. So... what happened ?"
James invited Annabelle to step in the conversation.
"Agents Tyler and Perry, this is my CAO Annabelle Andersen. The thief was only going through her file. Her office was fractured..."
"Wait," cut Annabelle, "He forced my door ?"
Agent Perry took out a noting pad and a pen.
"So... could we check the premises ?"
"Yeah, sure," answered James, "Please follow me. Anna, please come."
They all took the central elevator straight to the last floor.
"So... Mrs... Andersen, right ?" asked Agent Perry.
"Miss, please."
"Yes, Miss, sorry. Do you have any idea why someone would break into your particular office ?"
"I have no idea. There are plans, and contracts, in my office. Worth for industrial spying or organizing an attack."
The doors opened, and they all went to her office. The door had been left ajar. They entered the room. The drawers were open, the computer was on, the pile of folders was all on the floor.
"Do you have anything... personal in your office ? Something else that does not concern your job?" asked the taller one.
Annabelle turned to him and frowned.
"What do you mean ?"
"You know... Some, personal stuff, like, a journal, some personal notes, that someone would want to steal from you ?"
She smiled, she didn't really understand.
"What ?"
Agent Tyler gently pushed him with his elbow.
"Uhm... So, did you see anything that disappeared ?"
Anna sat at her desk. She looked in her left upper drawer, nothing had changed. She taped at the bottom of one of them, and smiled with relief.
"No, I have everything." she declared.
Agent Perry went closer to her desk :
"So... nothing you wouldn't like to see between the wrong hands has been stolen from here, everything is at its place ?"
Annabelle got up from her chair and stood, facing the three men.
"I'm sorry, but are you looking for something in particular ?"
Then, suddenly, it came back to her. She looked closely at agent Perry. She squinted her eyes because she didn't really know.
"I'm sorry agent, but do I know you ?"
The agent walked a few steps backwards with a grin: "Uhm, no, I don't think so."
He definitely looked suspicious. She got closer to him. Even with her stilettos he was thirty centimetres taller than her.
"Can I see your badge again, sir ?"
Agent Tyler stepped forward.
"We just wanna be as thorough as possible ma'am, he intervened. We didn't want to interrupt, we're just doing our job."
"Well, that is very thorough of you. Badge please."
Both agents took out their badges again. Anna really was not convinced. James observed the exchange with questioning eyes, not really understanding what was happening here.
"Ok, it's time for us to go," said agent Perry. "Have a good day ma'am. Sir."
James held out his hand to say goodbye, shook both their hands, and the suits left.
"They were so weird. They're not even sending a team to pack up any clues ? Who are those clowns ?" she said furiously.
"Anna, you sure you're okay ? You seem quite upset right now..."
"Of course I'm upset ! Someone broke into my office, then these two show up, one I'm sure I know from somewhere !"
James padded her on the shoulder.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm calling Henry at the FBI, I'll see if I can get a team looking for clues."
"No, it's okay, I don't want more people to fumble through my stuff. Nothing was stolen."
Annabelle took off her jacket, and fanned air in her direction with her hand. James was about to leave, but she interrupted him :
"James, I need my afternoon off. I'm sorry, this can't wait."
"Uhm... Okay... That doesn't really go with my plans you know but..."
"I'll make it up to you James, I promise. I'm sorry, I gotta go."
"Well... okay."
Then James left to go back to the hall. Anna closed the door behind him. She tried not to panic, but the danger was too high. She went back behind her desk and sat on her chair. She opened the upper left drawer, and took out the pens and sticky notes and put them on the desk. She pushed a little wood mechanism, and she could access the false-bottom. From there she took out an old notebook with a leather cover and a leather link to close it. She stuffed it in her purse, put everything back in the drawer, put her jacket back on, and left her office. She took the elevator back to the hall. Olivia was there, she stopped her.
"Anna, are you ok ? We saw the FBI agents leave, they were talking about weird things, what is in your office ?"
Annabelle stopped and faced her friend.
"What do you mean, weird things ?"
"I don't know, about omens I think."
"Omens ?... Listen Olly sweetie, I gotta go. I told James already, I'm taking the afternoon off, I gotta take care of something. I'll see you tomorrow."
And Annabelle stormed off. She was in danger. Those FBI agents, they surely did not look like FBI agents. Her past experiences had taught her to be extra cautious. She hailed a taxi, and jumped in the first that stopped. She gave the driver her address downtown, not far from the Blueberry's. Once the man started driving she picked up her phone, and went through her address book. She called one number.
"Allo ? Stéphanie ? Bonjour, ça va ? Où est-ce que tu es ? Est-ce que tu... D'accord, c'est pas grave. Merci quand même..."
A negative answer. She called the next number.
"Hey Gary it's Annabelle, I'm leaving a message. I need your help. It's urgent. Call me back."
She called a third number.
"Привет, это Аннабель. мне нужна помощь, быстро ! Вы знаете, если я могу взять самолет ?Это срочно... Нет? Почему нет ? Я помогла вам несколько месяцев назад, мне нужно окупаемости, сейчас !"
She angrily hung up. How dare they, after all she did for them. She sighed and called one last number.
"Allo ? Ja, es ist Annabelle. Ist Mama zu Hause ? Frieda bitte, ich brauche deine Mama. Wenn will mama zu Hause ? ... Ok... Bitte sag ihr ich brauche hilfe, schnellstmöglich. Danke schön. Aufwiedersehen, Frieda, ja, aufwiedersehen."
Why was everybody away, and why was everybody so indifferent to her call for help, as if she wasn't in danger enough ? The taxi parked in front of her apartment building. She took out a fifty dollar bill and left. She hurried into the small hall. The guardian smiled to her and she smiled back, unsettled. It could be everybody, anywhere... She went to the elevator with a rapid pace, and pressed the button. The machine was on the highest floor apparently, she would have to wait a bit.
"You're home soon, miss Andersen," called the guardian at the door. "Is everything all right ?"
She barely turned back, just pressed the button a couple more times.
"Yes, yes, thank you for your concern Andrew..."
"Oh, the elevator's pretty slow today, I called the mechanics they should come tomorrow."
"Okay, great..."
She dared not to look straight at him. God knows what he could be now. She was warm now, everything turned around her. She has been careless for too long. It's been a while since she had been in this kind of trouble. She thought now it would be over, that she had finally escaped them, but the alarm, and these two FBI agents... This was no good.
The elevator finally opened. Her neighbour, an old lady, Mrs Greatmourne came out of the machine.
"Hello, Annabelle, how are you doing today ?"
"Hello Tiffany, I'm doing good, what about yourself ?"
"Oh, you know, my old bones..."
"Oh yeah ? I'm sorry, I need to leave you now, have a good day..."
And Anna hurried into the elevator and pressed the button of her floor. She didn't like to be rude like this and cut short conversations. Not because she was Canadian, but because she thought politeness was the basis of civilization, and God knew she clanged to her civilized part. Andrew was right, the elevator was slow today. She squeezed her purse against her, and prepared her keys. Arrived on the ninth floor, she nearly ran to her door, and unlocked the four locks, before coming in, and locking them again after her. She finally could breathe. But she knew it couldn't be for long. She had to leave and go somewhere safer. She went straight to her large bedroom, and left her jacket and purse on the king size bed. She entered the walk-in closet, and took out a suitcase, that she put on the floor and opened. She threw in there a couple of outfits, a medical kit, and a wooden box with golden symbols on it. This would never pass security at the airport, she feared. She closed the suitcase and went back to her room. She sat on the bed, and took out the leather notebook out of her purse. She carefully opened it. Every page was covered in symbols, pentacles, and small paragraphs in several languages. She closed it, and stood facing her bed. She leaned over to add the notebook to...
She felt a hard stroke on the back of her head, and everything went dark around her.
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