Here's my first fanfiction. Ever. Reviews are much appreciated!
This was taking far too long. It felt like she'd been in here for days, maybe even a week, but she knew that wasn't possible. He told her it would be only a day, maybe a day and a half tops. War is not fought between lunch and dinner. She hadn't touched the food he left her, there was plenty of it but she just couldn't stand the thought of eating right now. This entire ordeal was going to end badly for her anyway.
After pacing around for what seemed like hours she sat on the small bed. It looked more like a shelf sticking out of the glass cell, padded with a thin mattress and an army blanket. It felt strange being in here, locked up, while -she morally knew- he should be in here instead of her. The waiting was unbearable, what was happening to him, what was happening to the others, what was happening to Earth? It was so hard being in the middle of it all. Standing in the gray area between black and white, right and wrong. She couldn't stay there forever, she had to make a choice. Ava sighed and rested her head on her hands. The choice was going to be made for her. It all depended on how the war played out. She got down on the bed and buried her face into her pillow, trying to stop her urge to cry.
'Ava. Here. Quick.' She jolted up at the sound of his voice. This was it, he won! She saw him standing at the other side of the glass wall, near the control panel. Blood was trickling down his face, more blood was on his ripped apart armor, gushing out of his chest.
'We're leaving, just let me-,' he stopped midsentence as he cringed from the pain, 'get you out of this thing.'
'Is it over? Did you win?' she asked.
He looked up at her but didn't answer. His expression looked broken, he was a broken boy, again. He focused on the control panel and within a split second the glass wall opened in front of her.
'Don't talk. Hold on to me' he commanded her. She did as she was told. She had learned when to keep her mouth shut and when it was allowed to verbally abuse him. Now was the time to be silent and to trust him.
One month earlier.
'This is the main hall. This is where we have our meals, where most of us spend our moments off duty, and most important, this is where we assemble when things go horribly wrong. Do you understand that?' Agent Coulson walked through the main hall up a wide staircase towards another area of the station. He didn't waste any time.
'Yes, Sir' Ava mumbled as she was following him.
'All the rooms in this station have impenetrable doors that can be locked. These doors can be opened by authorized personnel only. Almost everything in this building works with fingerprint recognition.' Coulson came to an abrupt halt and Ava almost bumped into him.
'As I have read your files, I have seen you have very pretty fingerprints. There is a certain authorization attached to them. You are allowed to enter the main hall, your sleeping quarters and the kitchen area, where you will work. It basically comes down to this; if you can't open the door you're not allowed in.' Coulson turned on his heels and continued the walk upstairs. Ava followed dutifully.
She was wondering whether she made the right decision by applying for this job. 'This is the control room, most of the time Agent Fury will be here and he likes to dine alone. You will take his food to him if he commands you to.' Without seeing much of the control room Agent Coulson charged on to another staircase. They walked silently through the many halls of the station until Coulson slowed down and eventually stopped in front of one of the many doors. 'Ava, this will be your sleeping/living quarters. You can access it with your thumb, like this,' he pressed his thumb on the access slot and the door opened with a click. Ava nodded understandingly.
Coulson put his hand on her shoulder. 'We are glad to have you aboard of our team. It may seem like an insignificant role amidst all these secret agents but without you we would be eating that nasty Stark-Astronauts stuff for breakfast, lunch and dinner,' he chuckled and stepped back to let her into her new quarters. 'And Ava, before I forget, don't call me Sir.' Coulson smiled, Ava nodded. 'You start working tomorrow morning at six' with that having said he walked away in the opposite direction.
'You the new kitchen girl?' one of the Agents asked when she was sitting in the main hall later that evening. 'You seem kinda young to be working at S.H.I.E.L.D. if you ask me.'
'I'm old enough, otherwise they wouldn't have hired me would they?' Ava replied. People had been staring at her the entire day. She wasn't sure whether it was because she was new, or because she didn't look like an agent.
'So, you're the new kitchen girl?' the agent asked again. She replied. 'I am hardly the "the kitchen girl", she said a bit annoyed. 'I am the new Chef and I'm going to be in charge of anything that comes out of the kitchen, including your meals.'
The agent grinned. 'I like you already! Or did you learn to cook in the military? Because if so, I might want to stick to the Stark-Astronaut stuff.'
Ava smiled. 'I learned most of my skills at home, my father is a chef as well. But during my military training I might have picked up a thing or two.' She liked this guy, he seemed honest. 'What's your name?' The agent asked her. 'Ava Karinson.' The agent shook her hand, 'Clint Barton, or otherwise known as Hawkeye.'