I'm sorry, I am in the middle of AP exams
Tabby, please don't cry, I'm sorry I don't have enough time to update everyday like I want too!
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Also, if this is convoluted, I apologize in advance
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Parker watched from the farthest corner of the small room as chaos unfolded.
When Fury had decided she was safe enough to not be labeled a crisis, he had turned around to face the two people Parker had met at the beginning of this insane adventure. Black Widow and Hawkeye had materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, moments earlier, and Parker had noticed. Fury had noticed when Parker's eye twitched, but Hill had not, and so she flinched in surprise when Black Widow spoke.
"Director," was the Widow's curt address.
"Agents Romanoff, Barton" replied Fury, addressing them both, "I need a succinct, positive report of this evening's events, and I really hope that your little tag-along is the only non-scripted event."
Based on the two agents' shared glance, the Director was not going to get what he wanted.
Which is when Parker backed into the most private corner of the small room, under the stressed eye of Agent Hill.
Currently there were a grand total of twenty-two people in the office/meeting room/command center (Parker could not discern which it truly was, and so settled on the three) and Fury. Hill, Romanoff and Barton were in the middle of the swarming crowd, alternating between shouting at each other, shouting at the random agents, and shouting in general.
Chaos, was the only thing that Parker could think of to describe it.
She couldn't help but feel as though they were missing a Mastermind, and wished suddenly that Nate was here.
And then he walked through the door.
Well Nate didn't walk through the door, but this… organization's… version of Nate walked through the door.
Parker watched in awe as the new man walked in and started giving orders quietly, streamlining the mess into a coherent flow of activity.
When he reached the Director, Parker craned her neck in order to better see the two men's' lips.
"About time," Fury said.
"I'm still limping from the last mess with Loki, cut me some slack" replied the newcomer.
"We've got an issue with Loki's guys, and a new-" Fury glanced over at Parker, locking eyes for a millisecond "recruit."
The other guy looked over, and Parker felt like he was seeing the whole story- hers, the teams, that night's- all of it.
"Let Hawkeye deal with her, if-" at this point they turned away and Parker could no longer read their lips.
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so this was a really pathetic chapter…
Maybe I'll replace it with a better update. After I come back from the grave I dug myself called AP English III.
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