Thanks for all the reviews and everyone who loves the story. The updates are going to be a little slow as I have plenty to work on... But I am working on the sequel! And there will be Steve and the whole gang! Yay!
As thanks for the love , here's a small part from the sequel!
Around the table, the Avengers all shared a confused and questioning look. Thor sat at the end of the table, staring at the back of the woman from the directors past, intrigued right away. "Show yourself Miss Thompson," He said with kindness to his words. "I would like to meet this friend of Fury's that could conjure such a smile."
She looked at Fury briefly. He looked at the others quickly and then nodded to her and she turned around. "My name is Phyllis Thompson."
The team stared at her or well not her but at her neck. A large scar that took up most of her neck was clearly recognizable to the whole group, especially Steve. He held back the urge to stand or say anything that he instantly thought of. She moved the collar back a little to show the full scar, gently touching it with her fingertips. There was one though, who only stared at her face, recognizing her almost as immediately as she turned.
Snit it 2!
Finding Trust.
It's been a few years since leaving base and nearly everyone I knew but I gained new friends in the form of the Howling Commandos, though I can be completely blunt in saying that it wasn't easy. At all.
Sure I was already on Dugan's good side, which I just learned his actual name is Timothy…annoyed me that he hadn't told me before. But I had to get on the good side of four other soldiers and their new leader Sgt. Nick Fury. The hardest would be the trials I went through with Sgt. Fury.
"Well, well, if it isn't the newfound Lady Liberty," Sgt. Fury stated in a tone of hate.
Lady Liberty, a.k.a. Phyllis Thompson stood at attention before the team. "You can stand down Thompson, this is not boot camp nor should it be treated as such. You are going to be thrown on the front lines of war. The war may be over but the subdivisions have not died with the war. It is our duty to stomp out the subdivisions including Hydra. Are you ready to do that Thompson?"
"Yes sir," She stated strongly. She held back a strong desire to smile, knowing this new "leader" may yell her at for it. She wasn't told about this sudden change in command and she didn't know why it had happened. She had been expecting Lt. Sawyer to be the leader of the team.
Sgt. Fury gave her a hard stare, waiting for her "snappy" response, but she didn't have one yet. He had heard about her jester side and he didn't need anymore of that on the team.
…...
"What do you think your doing?" Fury asked in a dark tone, getting up in Phyllis' face. "Your actions today put this team in danger! Do you think this is a vengeance scheme? That when we finally go after Hydra, you'd be able to disappear and do whatever you like?!" He demanded.
She frowned angrily, "I've been working my butt off for this team! I've been doing everything you've told me, everything in my power to keep this team safe during the risky missions-you!-put us on!" She practically yelled.
"Come on Sgt, she's right after all," Jacques said as he gestured toward her. "She's kept us all safe as well as you. She's literally done everything in her power to take down our enemies, enemies we didn't even know we had."
Gabe stepped forward, nodding at Phyllis. "She's a part of the team. Someone you've been testing since the first day you met her. And time and time again she's proved herself. You say we're finally going after Hydra and the one time she doesn't follow orders you demand to know why. Isn't it obvious Sgt.?"
Nick glared at the men who seemed to agree and stand up for her. They slowly moved around her and stood as a protective barrier between her and Nick.
"This conversation is over."
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Tim still frowned. Jim laughed again and then took a swig of his beer. "So," Jim reached over the newspaper, pulling out a white sheet of paper that didn't belong in the paper. "I was wondering what made you so curious about the news. You've never read the paper after all."
Phyllis blushed and reached for the paper.
"Jim! Give that back."
The team caught on quickly and laughed. Gabe held her back from jumping over the table, "Now, come on. It's just a bit of fun." He laughed and then released her. "Is it from Mr. Stark, Jim?"
Jim stood, walking around the table so that she still stayed across from him and unable to reach him. "I miss your charisma around here. I may have a bit of my own but it just isn't the same when no one else will share in it. And besides that I can't get the Colonel to smile or at least roll his eyes the way he does when he is inwardly laughing at you. That is one that I can say I am not good at-"
Phyllis ran around the table nearly catching Jim. He threw the letter across the table and James caught it out of the air. He started right where Jim had stopped, "-getting the Colonel to smile that is. It is very quiet in the ranks as well. No one questions him like you did." James smirked, "What a loving man. He seems…slightly self-involved if you ask me." He matched her run and they stood at opposite ends of the table. "Now, shall we continue men?"
"No, you shall not," Fury stated. The team froze and stared over at the door. "Outside Thompson."
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"Come on now, you can do better than that Thompson," Fury said. "Hit me."
Phyllis breathed heavily, with a slight sulk. She stepped right, kicked out at his knees and then quickly stepped back, blocking an expected defensive kick and then went forward with two punches in the abdomen. Not wanting to waste her advance she continued, twirling around him and throwing him over her shoulder and then holding his arm painfully over her knee so that if she wished she could break it.
Nick sneered, "Good job."
She quickly let go and stood, giving him a hand up. He quickly wrapped her own arm around her neck and jabbed his fingers into her lower back. She sighed in surprise and pain. She grabbed his arm, squeezed and spun, twisting out of his arm. Nick pulled his arm back, and her with it and punched her across the cheek. She stumbled back a step but came back, curling her hands into fists.
Phyllis kicked out at his ankles and then spun around, kicking him across the face. He rubbed blood off his lip, glaring at her. She rubbed her cheek with a smirk.
"You know," He started. "Every time you're going to fake with your feet your right pinky twitches."
For some reason she just busted out laughing. Nick smirked and let out a small laugh. She fell to her butt laughing so hard, "I don't know why…I find…that so funny."
Nick held out his hand to her when her laughing had slowed. "Good Job Thompson."
He helped her up. "I wish I could read something off you, maybe from them eyes. They never give anything away. You are probably the most serious man I have ever met Sgt. Fury. May I ask why?"
He smirked, an unhappy smirk. "No."
