Infinity's POV
Meetings are boring when they are just going over how much money the company makes. I mean, yeah, it is my own company. But still. BORING. I am currently playing a zombie game, killing them as fast I can. I smile, seeing I got another head shot.
I am siting slightly slouched, ankles crossed under the dark oak oval table. I hear something about money dropping 3% and this makes my head lift. I place my phone down on the table, giving the eight men and two women at the table a look over. "Mr. Vandal. Will you please repeat that last statement?" I ask, leaning forward, placing my elbows on the table. Mr. Vandal gives me a look of surprise and slight fear. He probably thinks I am going to fire or kill him. "We have dropped 3% in sales in the clothing department." Vandal says, sliding the file over to me. "What have we done to counter act this problem?" I ask the board members, grabbing the file. I am met with silence, making me stand up, giving them a look. I walk over to the computer screen that takes up the entire of one wall. I pull up the clothing department, looking over the stats. "Who ordered that they hold section 5 from sale? What the hell do I pay you people for?!" I suddenly yell at them, causing them to look down and or flinch. "That would be Mary Berk. She's the new manager for the clothing department." I look over to see that the speaker was Mike Bishop. Bishop was a prick, but he was a prick that got things done. "Have Berk sent to my office, ready to hand me her resignation as well as her contract." I tell the board, clicking a few buttons on the screen, sending out the withheld section."Of course ma'am." Bishop says, nodding his head. They start talking about the other departments and how they have gone up in sales, while I am reviewing the other files, checking the stats myself. A hour goes by and I have developed a slight headache. I stand, closing the files that I still need to finish reading. "That is all for today. You are all giving me a headache. Tell Berk that I will take her when I call for her. Before then, don't let her touch anything..." I pause and look at them looking at me in shock. "Go away." I tell them, grabbing my phone and other files, heading for my office.
I walk into my office to see a black folder on my desk that was not there when I went to the meeting a few hours ago. I also spot a woman sitting in my office who should not be in my office as well. She's a woman who looks about 5'6" and has never seen a donut. "Who are you?" I ask, closing the glass doors behind me. I see her jump and it makes a smirk cross my face for a moment.
"Mary Berk." She tells me, standing up and goes to hand me the papers in her hand. I give her a frown and turn away from her, "I don't like being handed things." I tell her, going over to my liquor cabinet, dropping the unread files on the small table next to it, pulling out a whole bottle of whiskey. Leaving the small glasses, I reach and grab a big one. "Sorry ma-am I-." "Don't say sorry, it's a sign of weakness." I interrupt her, giving her a 'duh' look. I look down at the glass in my hands. I don't drink to get drunk. I can't get drunk, so there is no point in even trying, but...I like the taste. "Let's get strait to the point, Mary. You made a stupid ass decision that cost my company money. I don't like when my company looses money. Meaning, I don't like you. Now, you have signed a contract and resignation papers, yes?" I ask her, looking over my shoulder to see her shocked face. I pour a glass, then walk over to my desk, setting it down. "Mary," I say, walking over to the door, "leave the papers on my desk and get out." I finally reach the door, yanking it open, "And close your mouth, no need to catch flys."
White that, she puts the papers down, and leaves the office. I close the glass door, and push a side panel next to the door to make the class become black. I grab my glass as I walk behind the dark mahogany wood desk, taking a sip from my glass. "Lord what did I do to deserve this life?" I ask, taking a seat in my bright blue office chair. I flip open the file, spotting the shield logo on the front, making me smile. Sneaky Fury, you're getting better. Not as good as me, but better. My smile becomes a smirk, and I look over the many files. I settle in to look over the profiles. This is going to take a while.
Time skip
A soldier that was frozen for years.
A pair of trained assassins. (One who we might never get back)
A scientist turned green.
A scientist that no one understands. (Slight ego problems)
A god who wants the world.(the green bean who took my stuff)
And well, Director Fury. The man of secrets so deep I could probably drown. The man who wants to know everything, but not share everything.
And last, but not least, me. The mystery woman no one really knows anything about.
6 glasses later, I finally flip to my own file. A smile crosses my face when I see that almost the whole profile is empty.
NAME: unknown
"Good luck finding out my birth name." I say, giving a frown. No, Infinity is not my real name. I go head and write Infinity in, dont kick a puppy when it's down.
AGE: unknown
"You never ask a woman that question." I say, shaking my head. Taking a sip from my glass, I keep looking.
HAIR COLOR: blue
"Well duh." I reply, rolling my eyes. Grabbing a lock of hair, bringing it to my face. I see the blue strands give off a slight glow before going to normal.
EYE COLOR: blue
"Are you sure? I cant see them. I thought they were green?" I say, laughing to myself, trying to cross my eyes. I'm an idiot.
HEIGHT: over 5 ft
"5ft 8in to be exact." I say, writing that in as well.
WEIGHT: unknown
"You will never find out. I eat way to much to be healthy." I whisper, looking over at my purse that has a cupcake in it. I look at my phone, showing its still only 9:30 am.
FIRST SEEN: killing slave trader on bridge. ETC.
"I remember that day. That was the day Starbucks had a sale. God I need Starbucks right now." I say, looking over to the clock. It's not to late to get hot chocolate. Right? Maybe a donut with it? What? I need over 10,000 calories a day, I burn a lot during teleportation and fighting. I still feel fat tho. I mean, I wear a size nine in pants. But my butt... And I'm off topic. Damn sparky, get back on track.
The file keeps going. reporting where I have been, and what I have done. Red rooms, Budapest, Italy, Russia, Ireland, Germany, USA. I have been to others, but they must have not seen me. I look at the last page, showing a note from Fury himself.
YOU KNOW WHERE WE ARE LOCATED.
WE LEAVE AT 2:30 SHARP.
DON'T PACK LIGHTLY.
"Aw, Fury, you do care." I say, pretending to wipe a tear away, grabbing my purse and all the files, and teleporting home to pack. Don't pack lightly. I need my weapons. How many weapons? I glance over at the shield file again. All of them. All of them sounds good.
After I pack all my weapons, which filled five duffel bags by themselves, I head for my closet. I open the double french doors, walking to the back wall that is painted black with a single infinity symbol on it. I place my hand on it, watching as the symbol starts to glow. A web of blue lines that look like a spider web shoot from the design, hitting the floor. Suddenly, two cases start to rise from the ground, showing all my suits in one case. I quickly pack those, as well as some other clothes I might need. I place this suitcase by the weapons, then head back to the closet.
I look into the 2nd class case that shows vials of a bright blue liquid. The vials range from red with a hint of blue, to the newest vials which is a swirling mass of glittering blue. I grab all the glass vials placing them into a hard, protective case. I try not to think about these vials. These vials contain the most deadly poison known only by me. My blood. My blood kills. I close my eyes, keeping the tears back. "Micheal's death was not your fault." I whisper to my self, opening my eyes, locking my emotions back down. Micheal was my best friend, my brother that I always wanted. I place the cases by each other, locking down my house. I stop when I see myself in the hallway mirror. My blue hair is in soft curls flowing down my back, ending at my waist. A knee length white dress with blue and black butterflies cover the front. I have this all paired with a silver necklace and earnings, topped off with plain black heels. I nod, giving myself a silent pep talk.
I glide over to the file and bags, opening a portal to where I know Fury wants me. I slide my bags through the portal, grabbing the files in my hand before stepping through, saying goodbye to my home.
I end up in a shield bedroom by the looks of it. I start to take a step when I suddenly stumble, lightly hitting the wall. Oh my god, we're moving! By the feel of it, moving up. Is this an airship? I straighten myself, smoothing down my hair and dress. I put my stuff away, leaving my blood in its case. I envision Fury, then open a portal to appear next to him. I step through, not stumbling this time.
"What the hell!" I hear someone yell, before a crash of breaking class is heard. A small smirk appears on my face, seeing a computer monitor agent cleaning up a dropped water glass. I look over to see Fury looking at me with wide eyes, well...eye, taking in my attire. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." I say, handing him the file I have in my hands. Fury raises his eyebrow at the file. I shake my head sighing. Grabbing Fury's hand, I place the file in it. "I added some information to the file. Give you a leg up." I say, walking to the glass table, taking a seat in the back, placing the other files in front of me and look up, just now noticing the others at the table.
I look over to see who I take as Bruce Banner. The brains of the team that can be one mean green jelly bean. I smile and nod at him. Don't poke the beast with a stick, at least, not yet.
Then I look over to see Steve Rodgers looking at my hair. I look at it, then look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Something in my hair Captain Rodgers?" I ask, giving him a smirk. "N- no I- I just never-." "It's ok Captain Rodgers, I know that you are not quite caught up on the 21st century differences." I say with a slight chuckle. After that, Fury gives some orders to the little agents below. I zone out as Fury talks to Bruce and Steve. I understand what Bruce is saying, I just don't really care. I already know where the tesseract is. But, for my plan to work, I have to wait. My phone suddenly vibrates, pulling my attention back to planet earth.
Coulson: I hear you're on board?
I raise my eyebrows, and give a small smile.
Me: How do you know?
I ask him, leaning back into the chair, crossing my ankles to the side.
Coulson: Word travels about a blue haired woman appearing out of nowhere pretty fast. You almost gave Agent Robin a heart attack.
I smile, covering my mouth, shoulders shaking, keeping the silent laugh in, earning a look from Banner.
Me: Whoops. I type, looking up at the door as it opens, showing Coulson in the doorway.
"Coulson," I cry, jumping up, and running in my heels. I grab onto grab onto him, smiling like an idiot. "Quid agis?" (How are you?) I ask in Latin, giving him cheek kisses. He returns the hug and kisses, then pulls away, giving me a fatherly smile. "Quod est bonum. Quid agis?" (I have been good. How are you?) I smile, and look over to Fury. "Ego meliorem. Fuit peius." (I have been better. Been worse.) I reply, looking back at Colson, seeing him nod. He must notice that I look slightly tired and he gives me a look. "Adhuc autem illis-." (Are you sill having those-) I give him a sharp look, then look over to Natasha. Nightmares, well yes Phil, yes I am. She was giving me a look of slight surprise. "Etiam." (Yes) Then I switch back to english.
"It is nice to see you again Phil." I say, looking him in the eyes again. I hear a throat clear and see a very furious Fury. "Agent Colson. You know who this woman is?" He asks, marching over to us. "I do, at least, I know a little more then what we have on file sir. We met in New Mexico. She saved my life, stepped right in front of a lightning bolt for me." Phil says, not even blinking up at Fury. I rub the back of my head, giving a slight frown. "I remember that bolt, made me stiff for a week." I mutter, causing Bruce to give a soft laugh. I look over to him, then spot Steve looking at me in a new light. I give him a slow wink, before looking over to Fury.
"You were in New Mexico?" He asks, giving me a hard look. I smirk and give a slight bow. "Well yes I was. I believe that Thor might actually remember me. He is the one who sent the lightning bolt at me in the first place." I add, patting Phil on the arm before sitting back down.
I take a deep breath, and shut my eyes, closing the world down around me. I sit like this for a minute before I feel the movement of air coming from where Bruce was sitting. I open my eyes to see Natasha leading him away, leaving me with Fury, Phil and Steve. I sit back up, feeling slight refreshed from my slight quick recharge. I look over to see all three men looking at me with looks of waiting. "What? Did you say something?"I say, looking between the men. Phil shakes his head then points up at his hair with a slight smirk on his face. I grab my hair and bring it to my face, seeing that it was glowing. The glow only brightens the more I think about it. whoops.
I look at Fury to see him looking at the file I handed to him. "How in the hell do you have Smith Industries documents?" Fury asks, causing my head to shoot up, looking at him. "What?" I ask, looking at him wide eyed. Fury holds up my work folder, causing me to look down, seeing that I handed him the wrong damn folder. "What do you mean?" I ask him, looking away. Play dumb, maybe it's just a nightmare. "We have been trying to find who runs the company, and workers are never allowed to take work out of the building." Well duh, the no work at home was my idea. Just, doesn't work for the owner. Owners never follow the damn rules. Look at stark for example. Ok, not the best example to back up my case, but still. "We had to mail you the files we sent you. So, how did you get these out of the building?" He says, walking over to me, putting the file down. I grab the shield file, and place it in his hand. "Have you not learned anything from being around Stark?" I ask him,looking him in the eye. "The rules don't apply to the owner of the company. Especially when the company has their name on it." I tell him, grabbing my work file, placing it with the others. I really need to stop spacing out, bad stuff like this happens. Fury blinks, and Steve and Phil look shocked. "You are telling me that you run the most wealthy company in the world, and shield never knew?" Fury asks me, now just looking mad and confused. I shake my head, turning away from him. "No. I do not run the whole company. As for the files? I am very close friends with the owner. Making me well... not the owner. No I'm not telling you the owners name. So don't ask." I start to walk around the table, getting away from him.
"What's your real name?" Fury asks, grabbing my arm before I can get away. "Hey," I say, snatching my arm back, "what are we doing? Playing 20 questions?" I ask him, getting close to his face, making him take a small step back. "I just want to know, because if we are. I would ask " Why are you are so scared?"" I whisper to him, keeping Phil and Steve from hearing. "Yes, I can see the slight spark of fear in your eyes. I once had the same look in my own eyes." I tell him, backing away from him. "Your name?" Fury growls, looking over at me.
" My name is Not Your Business, pleasure to be of service." I say, taking a bow. At that, Steve and Phil make a laughing noise. "Hey, Stark doesn't even know my name, I slipped right under his nose as well as shields. So don't feel to bad." I tell him, standing from my mock bow. Fury gives me and everyone else a furious look, then storms out the room, muttering about having another Stark around. I just smile and take a seat again, looking at my stack of files. "As if." I say flipping my hair onto my shoulder. "He wishes he had this awesome blue hair." I see Phil and Steve look at each other, then almost run out the door. On the way out, they both smack into the doorway. I turn to see the stack of files again. I sigh, dropping my head into my hands. "I am going to need a whole lot more hot chocolate and cupcakes before this is over."That, or liquor that can get me a little tipsy. Maybe just the second one.
please let me know what you think
