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Phoebe's POV

I steadied my breath as Fury paced in front of me, an intimidating glare situated somewhere above my head. I fought against glaring back and instead settled into the metal chair, watching Fury's movements with disdain as I thought.

I could get out of this one... I suppose but it would be a lot harder than escaping from Mr. Kidnapper. I bit my lip slightly when I thought about my options; I could always give him what he wanted, tell him I was after something and I had been using the Avengers to get it. Or I could tell him the truth.

If I lied, I would lose the Avengers and most likely my freedom but if I told the truth I would be here till Kingdom come. God knows how stubborn Nick Fury can be.

"How long have you known the Avengers?" he asked, finally coming to a halt to stare me down.

I looked up at him and slightly narrowed my eyes, "a while," I stated as I shook off my thoughts

"Give me the exact number of days—"

I interrupted him, "they didn't go back to the Gala did they?" I asked him, a smirk tugging at my lips.

His lip twitched before he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "What makes you think that?" he demanded.

"The stick up your ass," I stated, matter of factly.

He didn't say a word and instead glared at me as if he could read my mind before sighing and dropping himself in the chair opposite, "how did you come to meet the Avengers?" he asked.

"Mission gone awry?" I offered, tapping my painted nails against the steel table.

"Mission?" he echoed, tilting his head slightly.

"The usual," I told him sarcastically, "you know, hunt down and knock off a pretty young thing," I said, raising a delicate brow at him.

"And who was this pretty young thing?" he asked, his voice a dead calm.

I gave a humourless chuckle, "Miss Foster,"

"Why didn't you complete this mission then?" he asked, a frown settling on his features.

I leant forward, folding my hands neatly as I answered him, "I made it a rule to actively avoid SHIELD and the Avengers and if I wanted to do that then I needed to know everything and anything. Including whom the blonde headed God—who could kill me with his pinkie—was crushing on," I said with a slight shrug, "so when I saw Miss Foster and Miss Lewis I realized that killing Miss Foster wouldn't be the smartest move of my career." I ended.

"So it's all about the reputation?" Fury said with a smirk.

I chuckled humourlessly again, "no, it's about doing what's right and avoiding fights I don't count as my own. Miss Foster didn't need to die and that is why she is pacing up and down, behind that one way glass," I said motioning to the mirror that took up entire wall to my left.

Fury spared the mirror a glance before turning to spare me with another deadly glare, "So you're trying to tell me that you want nothing more than to settle down?" he asked sarcastically, quirking a brow at me mockingly.

I curled my lip at him, "Settling down's a bit of an overstatement... but you can't blame me for getting tasered," I started ticking each point off on my fingers, "roped into staying the night, forced by my younger sister to go back, forced to go shopping, forced to attend a Gala then forced to move in," I said bluntly.

But I couldn't stop myself was sarcastically adding, "So yeah, as you can tell, I planned this all from the beginning,"

Fury narrowed his eyes before jumping to his feet and leaving the room. I watched him go before slumping against my seat and letting out a loud and tired sigh.

Time to sulk.

Clint's POV

I watched Phoebe lean across the table and explain things to Fury as Jane paced up and down, unsettling us all. I shifted on my feet as Thor attempted to stop her frantic movements.

"This is ridiculous," Jane suddenly yelled, grabbing our attention and pulling it away from what was happening inside the interrogation room, "we should be back at that damn Gala, not waiting here while Fury plays God!"

I nodded absently before I looked back into the room when I heard Phoebe chuckle, no amusement in her eyes. I gave Jane another quick glance and saw Thor was still trying to comfort her when we all clearly heard Phoebe say something that stopped her in her tracks.

"That is why she is pacing up and down, behind that one way glass," we all turned to look as Phoebe sent the mirror a smirk before giving Fury her attention once again.

I chuckled before turning to Jane, who had finally accepted Thor's offer of comfort, and was nuzzled into his chest, her eyes still shining with worry and slight doubt. I couldn't blame her; my own eyes probably would've shown the same emotion if I hadn't been trained in keeping my emotions to myself. If I hadn't been trained to be ruthless and cold.

"She's being honest," Natasha suddenly said, "She isn't playing us," she confirmed turning to the door and meeting the Directors eyes.

Director Fury sighed, "you're compromised Agent Romanoff," he said almost softly ignoring the fact she instantly went rigid, "we can't trust you to give you honest opinion because she is a friend to you," he said before his face went hard once again.

"I am now ordering you off the Helicarrier and back to Stark Tower," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Now," he stated.

I shook my head almost instantly, going so far as to ignore his gaze and turn back to face the one way glass. I heard Fury growl under his breath before I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I turned and meet Thor's gaze, he looked apologetic as he tugged me towards the door, the others already filing out.

Damn it, we should be fighting this. Fighting to stay by her side, God knows what Fury will do to her once we're gone.

I opened my mouth to say just that but Tony turned and gave the Director a levelled glare, "I expect her to be up, cooking our breakfast tomorrow morning... back in Stark Tower," he commanded, his cold tone shocking us all.

Fury didn't have time to answer since Tony had already left the room and headed to the flight decks, where our ride was waiting. I sighed and followed after him, not wanting to get stopped and then lectured on disobeying my boss. I didn't really have the patience to deal with Fury right now so it was better if I just... well... hightailed it out of there.

I followed the others to the QuinJet, my mind screaming at me for leaving her here alone. But there was nothing I could do for her, I reminded myself. The best I could do was wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready to kick Fury's arse.

"Come on Clint," Natasha said softly, pulling me along.

I followed slowly, walking up the ramp with a tiredness I hadn't felt for years, since the 'Rock of Ages' incident a few years back. Even then it had been physical exhaustion, the pain of a sore body... not emotional exhaustion. Not my own mind fighting my body with every step I took because it felt as though I was doing something wrong.

For once in my life... I didn't know what to do.

Phoebe's POV

I let out a loud sigh when a nameless agent entered the room, an emotionless mask plastered on her face. So they were going to try and pick my brain. Oh joy.

I almost frowned when I wondered why they hadn't sent Natasha but then it hit me. She would be out of this and so would Clint. They would be considered compromised by our friendship and wouldn't be allowed to take part in the investigation... or the interrogation that followed my capture.

The agent sat down across from me and folded her arms, leaning back in her chair with an intimidating glare. I didn't even flinch as I met her glare head on; my own not faltering even after minutes had ticked by.

She looked away and shifted before meeting my gaze again, "Phoebe Riley," she stated.

"SHIELD Agent," I said back in a dark tone, no longer in the mood for playing games.

Her cheek twitched as she tried to fight back a smile or most likely a grimace. I was going to make the next hour of her life hell, and I think she knew it. Probably could read it in my eyes and posture, well at least I hoped she could. I didn't want her going into this hell blind.

"You have been charged with the murder of fourteen SHIELD agents, the destruction of one hundred thousand dollars worth of property, trespassing, stealing top secret information and meddling in SHIELD's affairs," she said calmly.

I nodded, not bothering to deny any of it, "Your point?" I asked.

"This is a high offence," she stated.

I blinked once, "I've done worse," I said seriously.

She shifted in her seat, "You accept the punishment?" she asked, almost non-believing.

I shook my head, "I have a feeling you're going to offer me an alternative," I said dully.

She chuckled, "define alternative?"

I took a deep breath before continuing, "Something along the lines of redeeming myself, working for you, giving you all the information I have, telling you what the enemy knows," I said, bored,

She shot the one way glass a quick look and I almost rolled my eyes before she stood and left the room a strange frown on her face. I waited patiently as the door opened again and Director Fury walked back in, but didn't sit like he had the first time he had questioned me.

I raised a brow at him, silently waiting for him to speak. He froze before meeting my eyes in a defiant way before sitting down, "There's more than meets the eye when it comes to you," he stated.

I continued to stare at him in silence making no move to answer him or even acknowledge that he was speaking, "I suppose you expect me to think that's useful?" he asked.

I spoke to him for the first time, "I expect you to think of something that's useful as useful." I said clearly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "you don't think you'd be a useful aspect to the team?" he questioned.

I shook my head, "I know I'll be a useful addition, I'm just letting you work that out for yourself," I told him.

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a small smirk, "You remind me of Natasha, of when I had her in the same position," he informed me, "confident, cold and calculating," he praised.

I nodded, accepting the praises as I continued keeping my face blank, "she must have been a splitting image of you," I said coldly.

Fury actually smirked, "which means you are too," he mocked.

I internally smirked, mirroring his facial expression but on the outside I remained stoic, a blank look sitting comfortably on my features. Fury watched emotions flicker through my eyes as he thought, before he sighed and folded his arms.

"I guess we both know what I want?" he asked.

"Me becoming your new pet?" I guessed my tone getting broodier by the second.

He nodded, "sounds about right, now you're not going to make this difficult for me are you?" he asked.

I shook my head, "as long as we're both happy I see no reason to fight," I said, quirking a brow.

"Well then, let's haggle,"

Hey guys, this was a remotely calm chapter... AKA kind of boring :( but I hope you still liked it?! Anyone want a certain point? A certain price or rule Phoebe has to follow? Tell me with a review, I always listen :)

-Taila