The elevator opened and out spilled SHIELD agents armed to the teeth. Marian relaxed her shoulders, and joined her hands together behind her back after tossing the Chitauri weapon to the side. The agents took Loki roughly and restrained him, his eyes caught Marian's but she looked away as he was forced into the elevator. The Hulk collapsed onto the floor, unconscious; Marian touched Barton's arm that was still poised where Loki had been, encouraging him to aim the weapon elsewhere.

"I think Stark said something about food?" she smiled.

"I did," he turned to the shrinking Hulk on the floor, "but, I think someone is going to have to get Banner some pants first. And then we're gonna get you to a medic, something is wrong with you did you get hit in the head."

"Well actually Loki did hit my head and, wait what do you mean by pants?" she jerked her head around, catching a flash of Banner she turned back around, "Oh." She pursed her lips, and looked to Clint, her lips unfolded into a smile. The others were scrambling about trying to find Banner some clothes, Stark believed that he could have a pair in one of the rooms that occupied the penthouse.

"It's good to have you back, Agent." She addressed Clint, half a smile on her face.

"You too." he stood to meet her eyes on an equal level, showing that he felt sympathy for her. This made her recall a depressing detail of the day, and Clint seemed as he was about to inform her of what she already knew.

"Let me stop you before you begin because I already know what happened. And believe me I don't need the details right now, I'll read the report later."

"He was a goo-"

"Don't," she held her hand up, "I'm going to have to hear that garbage for the next few days. I certainly don't want to start hearing it now."

"Do you need help with the funeral?"

"No, I can handle it. He already has a plot, I'm sure Fury has already started the arrangements. I need to contact his girlfriend, Audrey Nathan."

"He was dating?"

"Yeah, though I doubt she knows anything about me."

"I found the pants!" Stark cried out, dashing towards that rather bare Banner.

"Best news of the day." Marian mumbled, turning her head aside as banner slid into the dark jeans provided, then into a shirt that Stark had found. Clinking her metal covered palms together she said, "Now, Shawarma."

"No, now medic." Stark said as he took her by the arm, trying to lead her into the elevator. Remembering what she had witnessed last time she was in the elevator, she yanked her arm away.

"I'm gonna take the stairs."

"You afraid of elevators?" he asked as the doors to the elevator opened, letting ashes be seen, "What the hell did he do to my elevator?"

"Murdered some folks in it, and that is them or what is left of them." Lazily pointing her finger towards the door. Stark scrunched his face then muttered something about workmen that were in the elevator, and now this.

"Well, once we get down, I think that they are going to want to talk to us." Rogers announced looking down to the street where many SHIELD agents were, along with medics. This caused Marian to huff, she despised being debriefed and hoped that she would be overlooked due to her not technically being an agent any longer. These thoughts were diminished as she glanced to her side, seeing Barton arming his last arrow with a grappling hook.

"Hey Clint!" She called loudly to get his attention, "Can you give a girl a ride?"

"I second that." Romanoff called, swinging over. Barton flinched when she came near with the scepter, but soon readjusted himself and fired his arrow to the building on the other side.

"Just hold on tight." Marian and Romanoff secured themselves to either side of him as he fastened the string of the arrow to his bow.

"Why does he get to take the women?" Stark mumbled before they went over the edge. Marian tightened her grip on Barton as he swung down to the street corner across the Stark Tower. They ran across the street to the SHIELD agents in front of the building, Loki was being placed in the back of a heavily armed truck. Marian looked to one of the car that she arrived to the city with, it was flipped over an in an awkward place in the road. She thought of her father and her last words to him,

'Yes Sir.'

Like a good little soldier, he was the one person that she wished for the approval of, she was sure that she had it. But he never told her. Analyzing her last moment with her father she thought of the paper that he handed to her, how she folded it and put it into her bra.

"We need to get you to a medic." Clint said to her, noticing her dizzied look.

"I'm fine, others need attention more than I do, I'll wait my turn." she picked her head up and saw a look of disapproval, "I'm a grown woman who can make her own choices and don't you dare try to change that."

BOOM!

Thor landed to the left of them in the center of the street, this was a shock to Marian as she was still full of adrenalin from the battle. Then she casted her eyes upwards looking to see if Stark was on his way.

"So who is debriefing us?"

"No one, as of now." Natasha informed, "And technically, you are not actually an agent. Fury just called you back in as an adviser in effect you won't have to be debriefed unless multiple forms are filled out."

"Well let's go get food." she responded to Romanoff, after she noticed Stark and Banner. Both who were now dressed rather casually, Banner having pants on and Stark out of his metal suit.

"What about the medic?" questioned Stark as he had heard her rather well from a rather lengthy distance.

"Food first. Besides, I won't get any assistance right now, they're all too busy right now." Not listening to the complaints she simply began to walk away till Stark instructed that the Shawarma restaurant was in the opposite direction.

After they got their orders they sat around a table in silence, Marian sat between Stark and Thor. Their food was delivered, and turned out shawarma was basically meat and vegetables in a wrap. They sat in silence while they at, and eventually just ended up sitting there staring off into empty space thinking about what just happened.

Stark leaned over to one of the gumball machines that you could buy small bouncy balls. Placing 50 cents in the coin slots he turned the crank, then began to bounce his new to off of the floor.

Then again and again creating an annoying sound till Marian snatched it in mid-air. Standing she walked around the table and threw it out of the broken window, then turned around and sat down. Then making a spot clear on the table for herself she laid her head down. But before she drifted off to sleep Stark poked her on the bruises located on her ribs, violently waking her up,

"You probably have a concussion. I don't think you should go to sleep." His voice was almost gentle, "Don't wanna fall asleep and never wake up again."

"In truth that actually sounds kinda nice."