"Sir, where is Stark going?" Captain America asked, watching out the window as a streak of red flew off.
Fury scratched his chin before turning around. "I may have sent him on a several day mission to obtain something that doesn't exists." Rogers looked confused for a minute, then shrugged.
He was good with it if it meant messing with Stark.
"Team, meet me in the debriefing room," Fury said into his head set. Rogers followed him up the stairs with a roll of his eyes.
…
"Here's the thing," Fury said, standing in front of the team. "We have a rescue mission."
Clicking a button on the remote in his hands, one of the holoscreens changed to show the image of a girl. She was a teenager, maybe 16 or 17, with straight brown hair and matching eyes.
"This is Beatrice. She's a bio-electric student at Harvard College who went missing yesterday afternoon," another click of his button and the screen turned to a picture of two lean men. "These two work for a not-so-legal weapons manufacturer that SHIELD has been working to take down. They're the ones responsible for Beatrice's kidnapping.
Your job is to get her back before they can get her to make any weapons for them. If you don't get there in time, we could be in BIG trouble."
Black Widow stood up. "Sir, what about Stark?" she asked confidently. Fury's face fell.
"You are NOT to contact Stark on ANY part of this assignment. That would cause big problems." The Doc rose an eyebrow. "Sir?" he asked.
"Your job is to rescue Beatrice; Beatrice Stark.
The little sister of Iron Man."
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