Everybody at the table leaped up and Coulson came running into the room.
"SIR?"
"Shut up." He did as he was told and stood in the corner.
"Hello." The voice had an Irish accent to it, and was female. The figure, however, sat upside-down on the ceiling. There were no visible features except some pink lips that formed a soft smile, slightly cheeky. The figure had long, long white hair that shimmered as it lay behind her. You couldn't see her face as it was shadowed by a hat with a blue ribbon round it – it was like a lady-like version of a fedora. Her clothes were midnight black with dark blue sleeves on her coat (The same colour as the ribbon on her hat) and she wore tight trousers and black boots that Natasha really wanted a pair of. And her wings were big, too.
"Well this is nice. You obviously all went to very good schools – standing up when I enter the room?" Everybody sat down again, and Coulson was cross-legged on the floor next to Fury.
"Agent 1. You're here. We do have a door, you know!" The figure huffed and crossed her arms.
"Pfft. Doors are for people with no imagination."
Tony Stark stood up again.
"You're Agent 1?" She smiled and waved with one leather- gloved hand.
"Hello again. But, you might also know me as The Warrior." Everybody gasped (rather dramatically if I do say so myself) and the Warrior smiled beneath her hat and ruffled the fur of the dog sitting next to her on the ceiling. Tony spoke again.
"And you brought a dog?!"
"He's a wolf, actually. Now sit back down." There was a hint of irritancy in her voice, so Stark did as he was told (not wanting to be pulverized or some other crap like that), and Clint sniggered at how intimidated he seemed.
"Are you coming down, Drew?" Asked Fury. The Warrior wasn't surprised he knew her name, he had it stored away in his files somewhere and she had had to fill in some idiotic forms when he asked her to join. She smiled remembering the invite.
She knew there were cameras on her, and that's why she sat right in front of one, leaning against a pure white wall. And sure enough, something came. A little envelope which she flipped over and caught easily enough. Wolf was resting by her side, and she glanced at him before opening it.
To The Warrior,
S.H.I.E.L.D would like to recruit you as Agent 1 – our highest skilled agent. You will need to fill in attached forms with your details and will only need to come in to 'work' if we have a Code Red emergency.
Sincerely,
Nick Fury.
OK. The world needed her, and it had helped her plenty of times. Now it was her turn to return the favour. She smiled that soft smile of hers beneath her hat, and waved her hand so a fistful of shadows covered the camera while she worked. The Warrior took out her spray paints, and painted the most beautiful flower anyone could have ever seen, then pinned the forms to the leaf. Then she spray painted a big 'YES' on top. Her work was done, and she called back the shadows as she jumped across the rooftops.
