The sound of stilettos on the tile floors should have been alarming to the agents of the covert organization SHIELD, considering none of their operatives wore heels that made such noise. Everyone in the New York base was quiet, calculated, and focused on their current mission. They should have been more aware of the intruder among them, but the building was abuzz with the return of Fury's unlikely heroes: the Avengers.
They had been on a mission in South America taking down an arms dealer who was bent on world domination. Regular Tuesday kind of stuff. However, for those who weren't super soldiers, rage monsters, demi-gods, or encased in metal, the mission had gotten a little dangerous. Clint Barton, in particular, had taken a beating against the thugs. As good as he was at hand to hand combat, even he couldn't fend off twelve mercenaries by himself. Even Captain Rogers had been shot in the mess, the man in charge sending a bullet across his left side, breaking through the tough fabric of his uniform.
Luckily, the man had been distracted enough for Iron Man to easily take him out, knocking the man unconscious while he admired his good work in hurting Captain America. This had brought an abrupt end to world domination and arms dealing, but now the paperwork and medical checkups began.
So this particular day was the perfect day for a thief to break their way into one of the most secure buildings in the world.
"How's the medical situation in Bay 4?" Maria Hill snapped into her earpiece while she stormed down the hall.
"There is no situation, he's Captain America. His injuries are already healing on their own."
"How's Agents Barton and Romanoff?"
"Romanoff is fine, Barton is heading into surgery. He appears to have broken his arm in the scuffle."
Hill looked at her watch, seeing how much time she had before she would report to Fury about the group's return. "Stark? Banner?"
"Both are fine. Stark had some scratched from being rattled around in the suit, but he's taking care of himself. Banner is decompressing in Med Bay 2 as we speak." The agent's voice replied through Hill's earpiece.
"Do a full health evaluation on all of them anyway. X-rays, blood samples, whatever the doctor's need to make sure there isn't any more damage. Fury will have our heads if anything happens to the Avengers."
"Yes, Agent Hill."
Steve sat calmly on the medical bed as a SHIELD agent drew a steady stream of his blood from his arm. The super soldier didn't so much as wince as the vile was filled. Standing across the room from him was Dr. Banner, who had opted to draw his own blood to avoid an appearance by The Other Guy. Natasha had left to go get an X-ray done, her concern for Clint Barton evident on her face as she walked towards the area he was having surgery. Tony, as usual, was being difficult, refusing to have a medical examination done.
"Nope. I'm fine. I'm leaving. I'll send the car for the team once Barton is out of surgery." He waved them off as he packed up his latest Iron Man suit into a briefcase by pressing a button.
Steve sighed wearily as he pulled down his sleeve once the needle had been removed from his arm. He had been shot, but being a super soldier he came out relatively unharmed like most of the team. Only Clint had been really unlucky that day.
He could hear Clint howling in pain from the other room as they gently tried to peel his Hawkeye suit off his bloody arm. Bruce flinched at the sound and scrunched his eyes closed after handing off the vile of blood to the doctor.
"Alright Captain Rogers, you are all set." The doctor told him before turning to her assistant, "Please take these to the lab for testing."
The dark haired agent nodded quickly as she received the vials, turning on her heels to leave. She gripped them cautiously, one in each hand, as she strode down the hall towards the lab. Stiletto heels clicking all the way. She knew how important those vials of blood were, and she knew how dangerous their secrets could be.
Before she reached the lab though, she ducked into the closest bathroom and quietly snuck underneath the door of the large handicap stall. She was very careful in her crawling not to disturb the red liquid she held in each hand. Once safe inside, she pulled out two bags and a pen from the purse stored in the bathroom, hanging above the unconscious SHIELD agent she had tased coming in. The brunette pulled the cap off the pen with her teeth as she gently placed each tube blood into its own bag. One read Banner and the other Rogers. The girl had come prepared for this particular task, and she couldn't leave until the job was done.
Once the samples were safely placed in her clutch, she stripped out of the SHIELD uniform and back into her own black dress she had worn into the building. After re-dressing the tased woman in the bathroom stall she made her escape.
"Help! We have an agent down! Come quick!" She cried out as she burst from the women's restroom. She waved her hands frantically, pointing towards the stall as she backed away from it, trying to clear room for medics to arrive to help the woman.
Agents started running towards the woman in black but quickly turned their attention to their colleague.
"It's Agent Hayes!" One woman cried out, and others came running to get a closer look.
"Excuse me miss-" an agent started to question as he turned to speak with the woman who alerted them.
But she was gone.
Author's Note: Hello everybody! Welcome to my story! I apologize for the slow start, but I promise it gets better! Please feel free to leave reviews! Thanks for reading!
