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Please R&R even if its something small. Without further ado, here is chapter 3 of Becky Barnes: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D
DISCLAIMER: Marvel owns the Avengers and its affiliations. I only own Becky and the plot.
A lot had changed since the last time Becky had seen the Avengers. Now, she was heading to Stark Tower, fondly known as Avengers Tower by S.H.I.E.L.D. members, ready to face the group of superheroes. As the S.H.I.E.L.D. designated car drove down the New York streets, Becky thought back to the conversation in Fury's office.
"Take a seat Agent Barnes" Fury stood behind his desk, hands behind his back. Becky sat in the closest chair.
"Sir, what's going on?"
Fury turned to look at Becky and simply said "3,2,1." As he finished, a young agent burst into the room screaming, "I can't take it anymore. They're ridiculous. I swear its like they don't want a S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison!" Becky looked at Fury, confused.
"The Avengers." he said simply. Becky turned to the agent.
"Of course they don't want a S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison, they're the Avengers. They feel like they don't need one. Which is why only a capable agent can take on the job. Clearly you're not as capable as you thought."
"I'd like to see you try." the agent retorted.
"That is exactly why Agent Barnes is here, Agent Douglas." Fury turned to Becky. "I'd like you to be the new handler for the Avengers."
"Her? Sir, she wouldn't last 5 minutes."
"You barely lasted yesterday." Fury glared at Agent Douglas.
"You only lasted one day?" Becky laughed.
"Like you could do any better." Agent Douglas challenged. Becky just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She turned back to Fury, who had been watching the exchange with mild interest.
"I'm in"
The car lurched to a stop, and Becky opened the door. She climbed out of the car and found her bags waiting for her on the curb. Agent Douglas was given the duty of escorting her to Avengers Tower. Becky picked up her bags and followed Agent Douglas into the building. They flashed their badges and went straight to the elevator that would take them to the living quarters. The elevator ride was silent until the doors opened. Immediately there was chaos.
"Will you stop that Stark?"
"Why don't you make me?"
"Clint, get down from the cupboard. No Thor! That's not how a toaster works!"
"I want my pop tarts NOW!"
Becky stepped out of the elevator and looked around the room. Stark and Rogers were standing in the middle of the living room arguing about Stark's ego, Clint was sitting atop a cupboard in the kitchen, bow in hand, Natasha was attempting to get Clint down from the cupboard and stop Thor from destroying the toaster and Thor was trying to make himself some pop tarts. Bruce was avoiding the entire situation by standing in a corner, so he was the only one who noticed the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents enter the room. He pushed himself off the wall and ambled over to them.
Tony noticed this small action and turned his attention away from Steve.
"Backing down already, Stark?"
"You wish. Agent Douglas, I seem to recall you saying you would never return to my humble abode."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the two agents standing in the elevator doorway.
"I'm not staying," Agent Douglas explained. "She is." He jerked his thumb towards Becky. There was a soft thud as Clint landed on the floor. He and Natasha joined the rest of the group. They glared at Agent Douglas before turning to Becky.
"You look familiar. Have we met?" Natasha asked.
"As a matter of fact, we have. All of us." Becky turned to Agent Douglas. "That will be all Agent. You're dismissed."
Agent Douglas stood with his mouth agape.
"You can't dismiss me! You don't have the authority."
Becky chuckled.
"I've had exactly that since we stepped into the building. In case, you've forgotten, I'm their handler and therefore have the authority to dismiss anyone in my presence on this premises."
Agent Douglas stormed into the elevator, fuming.
"Well, that was mildly entertaining, but I've lost interest. Who are you?" Stark commented.
"You really don't remember me?" Becky asked, mildly surprised at the question. The Avengers stared at Becky with blank looks on their faces. "Of course you don't." Becky muttered. Taking a breath and standing tall, Becky said, "Just after the Battle of New York, during the debriefing." The Avengers showed no recognition. Becky almost gave up trying to jog their memories when she thought of a simple solution.
She reached down her catsuit and found the tags she had around her neck. Becky noted the flush of red appearing on the cheeks of Steve and Bruce. She pulled her hand out, the tags enclosed within them. Slowly, Becky held her hand out and the Avengers all leaned in. She opened her hand and revealed the small metal rectangles to the group.
An audible gasp was heard from Steve, and he turned to leave the room, not saying a word to anyone. Everyone else looked around unsure of what had happened, remembering who Becky was, but not the exact circumstances of their first encounter. Bruce was the first one to speak.
"Sorry about Steve, he doesn't normally act like that. I'm not sure what's got him so upset."
"That's okay," Becky said, "I do. And I understand completely. It's gonna be a while before he gets used to me being around."
"If you can last the day." Stark said ominously. Becky just rolled her eyes.
"Can you show me to my room?" she ordered. Everyone shrugged.
"You'll find it." Clint said as they each turned away.
The team sat on the couch and Tony flippantly turned on the television. Becky stood exactly where she was and tapped her foot on the ground impatiently, one hand on her hip. After a moment she cleared her throat. They looked up at her, eyes full of innocence.
"I was trying to be polite. It wasn't a request." Becky elaborated. Everyone turned back to the screen, until Becky marched over to Tony and pulled him up from the couch. By his ear.
"Ow ow ow! Can you not do that?"
Becky shrugged. "I do what's necessary. I could just ask J.A.R.V.I.S where my room is, but I'd much rather be shown by the man who designed the building, you know, just 'cause I can."
Tony glared at Becky, but showed her to her room anyway, not wanting to have his ear pulled off.
Becky picked up her bags, and was taken to a room on the 104th floor, right above the communal level, where the rest of the team minus Steve was currently situated. There were two doors in the corridor. Tony pointed at the door on the right.
"That's your apartment. Enjoy." He turned and stalked back to the elevator, riding down one level. Becky put her suitcase down, and turned the handle on the door. As the door swung open, Becky rolled her suitcase through, before stepping in herself. The lights turned themselves on and Becky looked around her new living space. There was a lounge room and a small kitchen for those days she didn't want to eat with everyone else. As she moved through the apartment, Becky saw her bedroom was substantially larger than her one at S.H.I.E.L.D, and she happily began to unpack.
As Becky sat on the carpet of her bedroom an hour later, she sighed in contentment.
"Happy birthday to me." As if awakened by the sound of her voice, J.A.R.V.I.S was broadcast throughout the room.
"Welcome to Stark Tower, Agent Barnes."
