Hello! Just a quick note: This will most likely not be a CapxOC, since I like to keep things mostly canon and I heard Cap and Black Widow are getting together in the next film. This fic, depending on how long it is, may go through Winter Soldier and potentially Avengers 2. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters and settings other than my OCs belong to Marvel.
July 10th, 2006
Eleanor Rae Gunther was a creepy person.
Director Fury trusted Val Gunther with secrets even some of Fury's top operatives didn't know, but he couldn't help but feel disconcerted as the tall, well dressed blond coaxed his sister into the office.
Ella Gunther was of average height, though she only came up to her brother's shoulder, and spindly build, her blonde hair puled into a tight bun. She looked as though her brother had dressed her, which he probably had. The business suit he had stuffed her into didn't suit her at all. Even Fury could see that. She hunched, closing in on herself, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
"Will you have a seat, Miss Gunther?" Director Fury waved to a seat in front of his desk.
She shuffled over and dropped into the chair, slumped down, her legs twisting around the legs of the chair. Val placed a hand on her shoulder and she straightened her posture and crossed her legs, a grimace on her face. There was a strange difference between brother and sister that Fury could not quite put a finger on.
"I understand that you majored in American History?" Fury said, flicking his gaze between the girl and her file.
"Mmmmmhmmm." Ella grunted.
Director Fury's eye traveled down the file as Val quietly snapped at his sister to be articulate. His eyes froze at "Mental Health".
Suffered from Severe Depression it read 4 months of therapy following suicide attempt.
Fury closed his eye briefly. They could help her, of course. Many agents suffered from depression or PTSD. And she was certainly qualified. And she was Val Gunther's sister…
He opened his eye and shot his gaze at Val Gunther.
"And you're sure Miss Gunther is up for the job, Val?" he asked.
Out of his peripheral vision he caught Ella's withering glare for not being addressed herself.
"Absolutely, Director." Val said. His voice was crisp, clean.
That was the difference between Val and Ella, Fury decided. Val was clean and shiny, and (another quick look at Ella's file decided it) his sister was very, very messy.
Fury gave Ella a scrutinizing glare, and gave her the question the last librarian had failed to answer, causing a bomb to detonate and a team of 14 people to die.
"What candy bar is named after the daughter of President Cleveland?"
"Babe Ruth." Ella responded, almost automatically.
He hired her on the spot.
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May 6th, 2012. Two days after the battle of New York.
Fury stared at the footage from the containment chamber. A figure, blonde hair in braids, stood chatting with Loki, a bag of microwave popcorn in her arms.
"I got bored." She said, to answer Loki's question of why she was there. "And talking with psychos never fails to be amusing."
Loki attempted to threaten her, but she just shrugged and popped more popcorn into her mouth, occasionally throwing it at the glass that separated her and the war criminal.
Agent Hill sighed. "Ella doesn't have anything to do, Director. It's no wonder she gets into trouble. Nobody ever goes to the library. They just use iPhone. Google. We need something to keep her occupied."
Director Fury closed his eye, thinking back to the hellish day two days before, and one event popped into his brain.
"Monkeys? I do not understand…"
"I do!" Captain Rogers cut Thor off. Everyone turned to look at him. Stark rolled his eyes.
"I…I understood that reference."
Fury stared at the spindly figure onscreen.
"Cap needs to know more than flying monkeys." He said. "And I know just the person to teach him."
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