Valkyrie couldn't keep the anger tick off her face. Today could not get any worse, first this morning a trainee decided to punch the coffee machine rather than use the buttons. Valkyrie knew she should have gone to Starbucks before entering S.H.I.E.L.D. Normally she kept a level head and wouldn't been in such a terrible mood but she happened to get less than three hours of sleep and just came back from a stealth mission from Iraq.
"Dammit!" she grumbled to herself. Pushing the up button angrily for the elevator and sighing. "What got you in such a pissy mood Valkyrie?" she turned to the cool voice- Clint Barton, casually leaning on her left. "Hey Clint, what are you doing? Stalking me now? Like I said earlier, we cannot go to the shooing range at this moment!" she laughed. "Really? I thought because you are so angry due to the lack of caffeine and sleep- you would want to release some tension?" Clint replied with a smirk. She couldn't help but scoff, "Why can't we just fuck the tension away?" She answered while stepping into the elevator and pushing for the 65th floor. She placed her face close to the monitor for the retinal scan and handprint authorizing secure level access. Clint just smiles at her and gives a little wave as the elevator door closes. She couldn't help but laugh, Clint and her have this friendly banter that could borderline flirting but she would never ever cross that line. Being comrades within S.H.I.E.L.D they protect each other, look out for each other but not fuck each other. She should make a new learning manual for the recruits, one- do not fuck with fellow agents, two- do not break the coffee machine and three- install music within the elevators. The elevator ride seemed to go on forever and she felt like she was going slightly insane, but that could have been because of the slight concussion or the lack of sleep. Finally the doors opened, Valkyrie walked into this pristine room, with glass windows overlooking New York skyline. There was a long mahogany table and in the end was Director Fury. Why does he need to see her this early in the morning? she thought to herself. "Hello Valkyrie, how was Iraq?" as Fury leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table. "Yes sir, all enemies were taken down without any casualties. Can I be bold and ask why do you need a debriefing when I wrote the field report last night and gave it to Agent Hill?" she couldn't help put her hands on her hips and stare into his eye.
"I don't like your tone of voice Valkyrie, but I admire your honesty and candor. I have a proposition to give you." She looked into Fury's eye and couldn't help but think that there is a nagging feeling this proposition doesn't sound too pleasant. "What is it? Can you give me a little more information Director?" She asked while sitting down in front of him and rested her hands in her lap. "I know you have heard about our new cargo that we fished out of the ocean." Fury stated with an even tone, Valkyrie couldn't help but squint her eyes and stat "Yes, yes sir I have heard the rumors of us finding… a certain cargo…if you want to call a man cargo that is… SIR." She stated with clenched teeth, she has no idea if it was just the super serum that preserved Steve Rogers – Captain America, or if it was early stages of cryogenic freezing or his sheer stubbornness to live that saved his life…but he shouldn't be treated like an object. Thinking that Fury thought of him as an object that was lost but now found made me have a bitter taste in my mouth. What will they do not that S.H.I.E.L.D has found their new toy?
