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Chapter Twelve

Remy fidgeted in her seat. Coulson had escorted her to Fury's office this morning, saying it was an important meeting. She wasn't up for it, as she had gotten in late the night before from returning from the west coast. Remy didn't know the details of what happened after she got the item, but she knew Brock and his boys went in to arrest Nora Clark.

And now she sat here, head spinning as she tried to figure out what the Director might say to her. Was it because she acted impulsively by retrieving the item on her own? Was it to scold her for not killing Jameson for being such an asshole? Or was it a raise because, hey, she was kind of awesome.

Fury walked in a few minutes later, his heavy footsteps startling Remy out of her thoughts. He was carrying a few files with him, which he dropped onto his desk in front of her before he took a seat, looking across his desk at her.

"Nora Clark died of cyanide poisoning when Rumlow was arresting her." Fury said evenly, his gaze on Remy. "They're doing an autopsy right now, but it's thought that it was a capsule in a false tooth that she bit down on."

"Wow... um. Okay." Remy said, frowning. Was she supposed to feel sad about this? Guilty, perhaps? But Remy didn't lead her to suicide, it was something else. She certainly didn't give Nora the cyanide. "So... why am I here then? It's not because of that, right?"

Fury raised an eyebrow and sat back in his chair. "Agent Keller thinks you need to see a psychologist. She's worried."

Remy felt offended. "Excuse me? I do no-"

"She's not the only one who is concerned." Fury cut in, silencing her with a look. "Coulson thinks so too. You got a lot of shit bottled up from your family, Agent Black, and it'd be best if you get rid of it all before it affects your job, understand? Agent Keller transcribed the entire conversation you had with Nora Clark, and had some concern about your mental well being after the mission, especially since it was your first time out there."

"I'm fine, though." Remy started. "I don't need help or anything. Just don't let Coulson pull a stunt like that again and I'll be the sanest agent you got!"

"Here's the thing though." Fury pointed to one of the files. "I have a promotion in mind for you, but I can't let you start it unless you agree to one session with a SHIELD psychologist."

Remy sighed. "What's the promotion then?"

"I'd like to put your memory to use, Agent Black." Fury began as he flipped open the folder. "It's impressive how an adult can retain information, since a skill like that goes away after childhood if it isn't nurtured. It's rare to see it in adults, you know." He picked up a report and handed it to her. "Agent May brought this to my attention when you were 15, shortly after you came into Coulson's custody. Apparently you went through her purse and memorized one of her credit cards." Remy took the report and read it over, wincing. That had actually happened, yes, but it was more of a prank in Remy's eyes. "Apparently you sent her flowers. On her dime. With the memorized information."

"Okay, but that's not hard to do." Remy replied as she handed back the report. "Memorizing numbers, not a bit deal." Fury handed her a piece of paper. "And she liked the flowers!"

"Write them down for me." He ordered. "Those numbers you memorized when you were 15. Write them down for me."

Sighing, she did just that, jotting down the 16 digit number and handing it back to him. He compared the numbers to the one in the report and nodded. "There's also the part of you helping get your father arrested because of your ability. I bet even now you can recall all those numbers he made you memorize from childhood on. What was that, 10 years of it? How many holiday breaks did he make you memorize form after form so he could turn around and destroy the physical copies, knowing his daughter had them all secured in her head?"

"Shut up." Remy snapped, glaring at the director. "I never wanted to do that, because that was the only thing I was good for to him." She laughed bitterly. "He didn't want a daughter, you know, he wanted a son, because a son can carry on the family name and business. But me? A female? Too emotional, can't lead, that sort of misogynistic bullshit you see around today." She huffed and sat back in her seat. "I hate that I can remember this shit, you know, but I bet if I wasn't able to do it, I'd probably be dead or something."

Fury put the report away. "Don't tell me all that shit, I've already heard it. That's what the psychologist is for." She rolled her eyes at that. "Don't sass me, Agent Black, or the offer is off the table."

"Okay, but you haven't really even told me what this damn offer is!" She all but yelled. "Tell me what it is and stop bringing up Robert Paterson!"

"I need you to use your brain to catalog certain files." He told her. Remy glared at him. "There are somethings I don't want on the server, understand? That's where you come in. You can't hack the human brain."

"Not yet anyways." Remy mumbled. Sighing, she looked back at the director, trying to keep her calm. "You realize what you're asking is exactly what Robert Paterson made me do for nearly 10 years, right? And that in the blink of an eye, or to the right person, I can bring you down."

Fury seemed unfazed by this. "I'm prepared for that, except I know you won't turn your back on SHIELD after everything we've done for you, especially Coulson."

Okay, that was the magic word. The mere thought of betraying Coulson seemed to deflate her a bit. "I wouldn't betray Coulson. I owe him a lot."

"Then do this for Coulson, because I know he wants you to succeed here in SHIELD, and because he's always trying to find ways for you to advance. Not to mention I think this would be the best way to do it." Fury told her. "However, you need to see the psychologist at least once before this title is officially yours."

"Fine." She sighed. "Can I go now? I want to get to the new office and I'm scared Barton took the comfiest chair." When Fury just glared at her, she took that as a sign to leave, and she bolted for the door.

Clint was spinning around in his chair, pretty ecstatic that they had windows. He could see outside, and natural sunlight, and even clouds! It was much better than the windowless box he had been in for the last few weeks. Clint was convinced he was going to die if he had stayed there much longer.

He sighed as he looked at the clock on his computer. It was half past eight already, and while he knew Remy got in late last night, he figured she would have been on time today considering they were in the new office. He resisted stealing her chair, because it was bigger, more comfy looking. He was going to be a gentleman and let her have it, even though he figured at some point during the week he would take it from her.

The office door opened and he looked up. It was Remy. Clint tried not to act like an excited puppy when he saw her.

"Thank God you're back!" He exclaimed, throwing his good arm in the air. "You made it back in one piece, though sadly I heard Agent Jameson is the same. But you made it!"

She gave him a tired smile and took a seat at her desk, sinking into her new chair. "Oh, this is heaven." She wiggled around in it, trying to find the right position. "Damn, ask for a new office and they spoil us with new chairs. We must have pleased someone."

"And new desks. And computers." Clint added in, spinning around in his chair again. She laughed as she slipped off her heels and tucked her legs under her. Even with the new equipment, she was pleased to see her 'Queen of Coffee' mug on her desk.

"We're so spoiled! I never want to leave my chair." Remy declared as she pulled herself towards her desk, grinning. "Damn, so, how was it without me? Were you all by yourself or something?"

Clint shook his head. "Coulson came to my rescue. He picked up your slack."

"And some of Barton's." Coulson said as he walked into their office. "Hm, this is nice. Maybe to fancy for you two." There was some teasing there, and Remy stuck her tongue out at the agent. "I just came to check in on you two, now that you're getting settled. Perhaps you're getting too comfortable up here, Barton?" He looked to the archer. "I'd hate for you to get used to this and refuse to go into the field again."

"Oh, please. I can't wait to get back out there." Clint retorted, rolling his eyes. "I enjoy my office mate, but I hate the work."

Coulson smiled and shook his head before turning to Remy. "How was your first mission?"

"It was fine." Remy said, no longer smiling. "But never do that to me again, okay?"

"Of course." He walked over to her desk and dropped some files onto her desk. "Director Fury needs you to fill these out, and you have an appointment with Dr. Yamamoto at ten tomorrow morning. And then you're to go speak with Fury when you're finished there."

Remy took took the folder and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, and why didn't he tell me this before I left his office?"

Coulson shrugged. "He said you left to fast." Remy rolled her eyes at that and looked at him. "Hey, I want you to know that I am sorry, but I felt it had to happen, you know."

"Yea, whatever." She mumbled. "You can make up for it by buying me a six pack of beer or something."

"Deal." And with that, Coulson headed out. Clint looked kind of confused, turning his attention from the retreating Coulson to the silent Remy.

"What was that about again?" He asked, his tone worried. "I'm confused. Forms? Appointment? Dr. Yamamoto is a psychologist, so what's wrong?"

Remy groaned softly and covered her face. "I can't handle all of this right now. Can we talk over dinner or lunch or something? I just... I want to angrily type up some stuff. My brain is so overloaded by all that's happened in the last like, 48 hours, hell, even the last few weeks, and I think I need to type for a bit to decompress." She sighed. "Please? I just need a few minutes."

Clint was worried, but he nodded. "Okay, we'll go to lunch and you'll tell me what's going on." He turned back to his computer. "I don't want your brain exploding all over the place, 'cause that would be gross." He sniffed distastefully. "Besides, we just got this place and I don't want you to make a mess."

She rolled her eyes, but did smile a bit. "Whatever."

Closing Notes: Wow, apparently this is a really short chapter. I'll get the next one uploaded soon to make up for this one!