The information from Thor went a long was and was actually beneficial to my rehabilitation. I got over my stupid crush on Loki and focused on my life. A year later I was released from my imprisonment and was then put on serious watch with many, many conditions and rules. Within the next month or so I was given back my shield badge (mostly because Fury trusted me enough and pulled a few strings) and I became and Agent of Shield again, although nobody really trusted me fully. I also got all of the assignments no one else wanted to do, so I was bruised and battered and nearly killed on every assignment I went on. On one particular evening, shield sent me out on an assignment to go and bug the apartment of someone who was supposedly selling recalled, illegal cybertek equipment on the black market. I was partially relieved because there was a low risk of going head to head with anyone, because I was to go when whoever it was left his apartment.
I was informed that the suspect had just left his apartment at around 9:30, and just as I was about to leave I was met by Agent Ward and Skye. Skye was one of the only ones who actually talked to me and she was one of my best friends. Ward on the other hand had a thing for her so he was always hanging around. Ward and Skye were both members of Coulson's team, and believe me when I say I was shocked seeing Coulson still alive. I watched Loki stab him, and I begged Coulson to 'stay with me' but I knew it was too late and Loki had insisted on leaving.
"Hey, good luck!" Skye said with a smile, Ward just a few steps behind her.
"Thanks" I said smiling back, grabbing the bag with the bugs in it. "it shouldn't be too difficult, the guy isn't home so no fist fighting tonight" Skye smiled and Ward was about to say something when Agent Garrett called for him. Garrett was a friend of Coulson and he was the one who brought Ward into the program. Skye and I both watched him walk away and sighed. "well, I better be going." I said with a sigh.
"don't screw up" Skye chuckles and I smiled.
"ha thanks for the advice" I smirked back and headed for a black SUV in the garage.
When I arrived at the apartment building I casually walked into the lobby and to the elevator. I stepped in and pushed the button that would take me to the 10th floor, the one right below the roof. After a second or so I got to the 10th floor and peered out the door. No one in sight. I smiled before making my way to find room 327. When I found it, I was not surprised to find the door locked. I kicked the mat on the floor and frowned, seeing no spare key. I then felt along the edges of the door, still no luck. I sighed, leaning against the door. From this I was facing the door across from this one. I wonder… I thought to myself as I walked to the door, kicking up their mat, finding a key. I walked back to the door to room 327 and tried the key. Bingo. I thought to myself as the lock clicked and the door opened. Of course. Why would a criminal hide his spare key near his own door? I smirked at the thought before sliding into the room and quietly closing the door behind me.
The apartment seemed pretty run down for a guy supposedly making loads of money selling cybertek equipment. The hardwood floors were scratched and the beige paint was beginning to peel off the wall. A dry-cleaned suit still in the bag lay on a chair near the entrance way but that was all they really suggested a wealthy man lived there. I sighed, opening my bag and taking one of the tiny bugs and placing it under a table in the entranceway. I continued down a short hall and opened a door at the end. The room was a bedroom, and on the table in the corner lay some expensive watches and a safe. The bed was normal, white sheets and pillows and a television opposite it. I took another bug and placed it on the back of the headboard and kept on going. On the other side of the bedroom there was a small living room area. A beige carpet covered the floor, blending in with the slightly darker beige walls. A black sofa sat against the wall, with a coffee table in front of it. The television in this room has larger than normal apartment television sets, so it was becoming clearer that this guy obviously had money somewhere. I placed another bug on the underside of the coffee table before heading into the connecting room; the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't anything spectacular, and it looked as though it wasn't used much, as the discarded takeout bags lay on the counter. The kitchen was not only connected to the living room, but also the small hallway that led to the entrance. The floor in the kitchen were these fake, black and white tile looking things, and the walls were white. Glanced around the room looking for a spot to put the bug when I noticed that the door in the kitchen that led out to the balcony had broken glass in its window, near the handle. I frowned as I approached the door, noting that it was unlocked, I squatted down to observe the broken glass that lay on the floor. If the glass is on the inside, then that means the glass was broken from the outside. Who would break into their own house? I thought to myself, my stomach turning. No one. No one breaks into their own house, but why wouldn't he clean up the mess of glass before he left? My mind kept on running until I heard a floorboard squeak in the hallway. My heart began to race as I walked cautiously towards the exit to the kitchen that led to the hallway. I Peered out from the entrance and just as I did, I saw a flash of silver and I fell to the ground. I hit my head on the neighbouring wall and my vision became fuzzy as I desperately tried to see my attacker. I was able to make out a silhouette of a man with long, dark hair standing over me with some sort of mask covering the lower half of his face. I Blinked, furiously trying to regain my sight when I caught a glimpse at the man's arm; it was made of metal. I fumbled, trying to grab my gun, but the man picked me up by the neck, blocking my airway with his metallic fingers clamped around my throat. I gasped and choked for air as the man raised his fist and brought it down on my face, knocking me out cold.