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It took Fury all of 5 seconds to hop up and start running, I was little confused at the sudden need for speed but followed him at a nice jog pace for myself. We came down to the lower level to find it'd been overturned with burns and casings laying all over the place.
I guess Hill had gotten the message that Barton wasn't with us anymore but she was gone herself. I frowned as the building shook once more, men ran past us as Fury's radio went off.
"You're clear, sir! You need to go to the helipad!" Coulson's voice sounded tense through static as I looked back to see pipes drop, nearly missing Fury's heel. Shit. Almost died right there. I looked back at files, all over the floor and stopped before we got into the helicopter. I looked back towards the pad to see that Fury had stopped ahead of me.
"I should stay and collect what I can, sir." I yelled to him over the sound of blades cutting through the air and a loud motor drilling on in the background. He shook his head quickly.
"No ma'am! You're going to help me get that motherfucker, Piety!" Fury grunted his command over the obnoxious sounds, shooing me towards the seats in the Helicopter. When Fury started cussing, it was time to do what needed to be done so I got into the helicopter despite being sure I'd gone deaf as Fury handed me ear protection.
I looked over my should to see blue streaks of light jut out over the entire complex I had just been in. Wow. I would have totally died right there, damn man. I mean I could regrow some parts but a blast like that meant I'd be down for the count. Pursing my lips in a thin line at the thought, I gazed with disbelief as literally the entire complex started falling into a great big hole in the center.
The helicopter suddenly spun around, jolting me lightly. I looked back down at the ground to see a faint blue glow and decided we'd officially caught up to Loki. Fury threw open the door and began firing, I could barely hear the pops of his firearm over the background noise in here. I felt a jerking motion as I moved to sit on the other-side of Fury but stumbled.
The force of whatever just smacked our ass lurched me forwards, all the way out of the door and down. I stared up at Fury, mildly shocked and not quite registering what just happened as wind whistled past my hair.
"FUCK!" Fury's voice was splintered in sound the farther away I got from him and the cockpit. I barely heard him swear as he looked back at me and catapulted himself out.
Hard metal bars stopped my fall and crushed into my back, I'd landed on the lightbar and roof of their car I guess. I gasped for air, this was the second time tonight alone that I'd literally had the air knocked out of me.
"How do you keep coming back?!" An accented and furious voice screamed next to me, I looked to the right to see Loki.
"Maybe I think I'm in love." A small grin graced my face right as two bullets pierced my arm in succession, wiping any smile off of me. Fucking Barton was firing at me from below. Shithead. I elbowed right under me as hard as I possibly could, going through the sheet-metal and attempting to hang on as the car jerked.
Looking back to Loki, I just started kicking as much as I could. Frustration grew in his eyes as he dodged each time and nearly fell over the side when Barton jerked the car again as I retracted my elbow.
"And so, you will be." Loki grinned as he tipped his spear to just barely touch my chest, a blue stream of mist flared over my torso then fizzled out in a great big show of nothing. I raised a brow as I watched him frown at this then try again. Nothing happened the second time as well.
"Wha-" Loki started as I grabbed the spear that still touched my chest and yanked it towards me, startling him. A shot of energy went off, right into my chest this time, panicking me as the force pushed me clear off the top of the truck. The spear had been too close to me to just graze me as he had last time.
A hard bounce off the ground as dust and sand floated over my eyes and into my nose. I guess I didn't really need to breath but it made me feel better. I could smell things when I breathed, but all I could smell right now was something irony and smokey but earthy like wet dirt.
All I could think was the word fuck over and over and over again as I felt blood pool near my arms that were barely attached. Can I actually die? Is this it? This is it, isn't it? Oh jeeze. I'd lived like there were 0 consequences for too long and this is what happened.
"Piety?" My eyes darted to the sound of a familiar voice, I couldn't pick my head up while I was missing half of my spine so I laid and waited for them to come closer.
"Medic needed for Piety!" The voice was closer now, panicked sounding as they spoke into a radio.
"Flare for position." The voice responded, much less interested than I was in what exactly was going to happen to me.
"Really fucked yourself over this time, huh?" I blinked a bit before I recognized Director Fury. I couldn't nod, I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't. I could just stare, trying to communicate how terrified I was right now. Terrified that I'd really done it this time.
"We've got you." Director Fury sat down next to me, seeming to not mind the blood that had rush out of my body as it glowed slightly. He sounded so far away as I stared up at the sky. It seemed like my light was fading slowly, great.
I blinked and found that I wasn't staring up at the sky anymore, I was looking at men in white coats with white masks and blue hair nets. I didn't care to wonder how I got here, I was just tired. I didn't even mind the tubes of black they were filling up next to me.
"Tube one was inserted." A quiet voice whispered above me as I closed my eyes again.
Light blinded me at first, the sound of a steady beeping stirred me awake as I continued to blink. It hurt to look but I felt like I needed to do it finally, like I'd been asleep for a long time. Which is weird, because I can't remember the last time I actually slept. I could nap if I tried but sleep? Not in a long while.
"Cass?" A softer voice called to me this time, forcing my senses to start up again like a great big machine with diesel poured into it.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Come on." The same voice coaxed me sweetly, trying to keep me alert somehow. I felt the dark beckoning me back towards it, it was peaceful and soft feeling.
"Bu..." I started to mumble as air filled my dry throat again. I blinked hard this time, forcing my eyes open to see a redhead sitting next to me.
"Welcome back to the world." Natasha quirked a corner of her mouth up for me, as I tried to do the same for her. I was happy to see her, I just also felt like I'd been ran over by 2 semis.
"How are you feeling?" She stood now, coming closer to my side as she looked down to me. I slapped a hand over my eyes, blinking blearily.
"Like I got hit by a truck." I mumbled grumpily.
"Pretty much did." She let out a light chuckle.
"Woah, woah. You had a pretty good chunk taken out of you." I tried to sit up as she shooed me back down to the bed.
"I'm fine, Nat." I grumbled, trying to sit up again despite the tightness all over my ribs and back.
"Be stubborn then." She rolled her eyes as she sat back down at my level.
"So whats the word? How long was I out?" I began asking rapid-fire questions at her as she gave me another small smile.
"Right back to work as usual. You've been out for about four days but the docs got ya with some more of your virus, Barton is still...in the wind, and the Avengers initiative has been activated." She sighed, looking between me and the windows behind me that revealed a large green forest of sorts. We weren't in the city anymore, I'd been moved to an outpost. The last sentence piqued my interest as I opened my mouth to ask-
"Yes, you have a mission. You get to recruit America's favourite super-soldier." She declared before I could get the words out as she handed me a file with TOP SECRET stamped on the front of it. I opened it slowly, taking note of the bright blue eyes, and cut blonde hair. He was pretty but his file screamed damaged to me.
"Oh fun, he likes to hit the gym in the middle of the night." I sighed, flipping through pages of surveillance and notes by another Agent.
"Yeah. I get to go grab the jolly green giant now, just wanted to stop in and say hey." Nat smiled back at me as I looked up. I gave her a smile in return, I was thankful for her generally taking me under her wing and showing me the ropes. Everyone else was a little thrown by me as a person.
"See ya, Nat." I waved as she winked at me, I figured I'd see her again eventually. I just wasn't sure when. Next stop...New York City. Oh good, city life again.
After I'd been debriefed and then briefed again by Agent Hill, I was set on my way to New York. I'd been placed in a smaller safe house of Shield while I'd recovered, it was just outside of Norfolk, Virginia. The plane ride to the big apple was minimal enough that I could have some time to actually look around before I started just straight-up stalking Rodgers.
It didn't take me very long to find Captain America, and even shorter of a time to interact with him. I spent day one in surveillance, near him but not reaching out. I just wanted to see how he was feeling I suppose, get an idea of his general disposition. So far he liked to walk around in the morning, and he went to this particular cafe near central park to sit and people watch in the corner.
"Hey." I glanced towards the speaker to see it was indeed Steve Rodgers speaking and sighed to myself, didn't do so great with this.
"Hi." I chirped, attempting to act like I hadn't been following him since yesterday.
"Can I borrow that newspaper when you're done?" He was cute, friendly even.
"Sure. Sorry, I just really like old fashioned things, I guess." I was mildly confused as to why I was sharing this information with him but smiled and nodded as I flipped a page of the paper, looking for the funnies.
"I do too. I'm old fashioned as a person though." He laughed lightly, leaning towards me from his place near the corner table.
"Oh I feel you there. Technology is more trouble than it's worth." I huffed, thinking back to how I'd ended up out for a few days thanks to these needs for new technology.
"Isn't it?" Steve seemed quite involved in our conversation now, getting just as huffy as me.
"Mhm! Things aren't even human anymore" I nodded wholeheartedly at his statement. I wasn't entirely human anymore. Little robots made up most of me...maybe thats why the spear never worked on me?
"Sorry, I should introduce myself. Steve Rodgers." He held out a tanned hand for me to shake with a inquisitive look.
"Cassandra Piety." I grinned a little at his expression and mannerisms but shook his hand nonetheless.
"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress came by once more, just as friendly as she had been last time. I needed to tip her relatively well.
"Uhm..." I paused, thinking about if I wanted to stick around here or if I wanted to back off.
"Can I get two coffees to go, please?" Steve spoke up, looking excitedly at the lady. I raised a brow but humored him enough to wait and see what that was about, his file claimed he was exceptionally polite.
"I was hoping I could talk you into taking a walk with me around there?" He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder towards the expansive park. Steve's bravado had dulled a bit as I stared at him but I nodded nonetheless.
"Sure. I'd love too." I accepted with a small laugh as he seemed to beam.
"Great! I usually run around there but I figure it might actually be nice to take a walk with a pretty lady like you." Steve concluded, sounding as earnest as I'd ever heard a man before.
This was quite possibly a terrible idea...or it'd help me convince him to join up. It seemed like he was all alone in the world right now, like he had no one to talk too and no where that was familiar for him to go back too. He didn't have a home either, I guess. No family. He'd been a relic of the past and now he was just dropped in the middle of New York to either sink or swim.