Author's Note: Yeaaaa I left that last one on a cliff hanger. Here's the continuation. I'm writing chapter 35 now, and so this story will reach the events of the first Avengers film soon. I'm having a little trouble writing it, but at the same time I'm enjoying it because I'm realizing I can do what I want with it. Aw yessss.
This chapter is also kind of long so I apologize.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When she saw that Sitwell was alive and getting to his feet, Remy was relieved, but there was no time to really talk to him. Before he could ask what was going on, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along. It was difficult to hear inside the facility, between men shouting and an alarm going off, but Sitwell followed along with her, not saying anything. She hazard a look behind her and swore loudly. Jameson was following after them, hastily firing his gun. She gave Sitwell a shove through a doorway.
"Don't you have your gun?!" She exclaimed as they ran.
"They took everything at the front, remember?!" He shot back. Groaning, Remy led them through another door. She mentally thanked her memory for knowing the way they came into this place, because they went through far to many doors and took to many turns for anyone to really know where they were going without a guide. And as Remy pulled Sitwell through another door, she paused long enough to look behind them. Jameson was right after them, his gun put away. Well, apparently he knew not to waste his bullets when they weren't in sight.
"Agent Black, let's get going!"
"Hang on!" Remy replied, watching Jameson as he got closer. She knew that the next door they went through would lead them past the area where most of the prisoners hung out in when they weren't in their cells. If what Jameson had said was true, about there being a riot, then that area had to be where it was.
Jameson was closer to them now, and Sitwell was about to say something else before Remy grabbed his arm again and pulled him along. Seconds later, Jameson pulled the door open, gun aimed now at Remy before she pulled Jasper through the last door. The sound of men yelling and fighting was heard, and she had a plan. It was probably a terrible and stupid plan, but she wanted out of this place now.
"Blood!" Sitwell exclaimed as Remy waited again for Jameson to approach them.
"You're bleeding? Where?!" She replied, turning to look at him.
He shook his head and pointed at her side. Remy looked down at herself and swore. She was bleeding. Apparently that first shot of Jameson's hit her, but she didn't realize it until now. That's when the pain hit her and she swayed a bit where she stood. Now it was catching up to her.
"Shit, uh, let's keep moving. Now." Remy touched her hand to the wound and hissed. It didn't seem too serious, but it hurt and there was blood. And her purse was locked up at the front desk.
"Then let's get moving, all right?" Sitwell took her by the arm this time and pulled her along. She jerked out of his grasp and looked back at the door.
"Wait, I have a plan and it might be stupid, but wait!" She ordered, her attention on the door. Sitwell was about to protest when the door opened up and Jameson stepped through. He saw them and aimed the gun, squeezing the trigger. Remy shoved Sitwell aside, the bullet striking her arm. "Fuck, FUCK! Go! Down the stairs!"
The gunshot was heard below as well and the men became louder. Sitwell started down the stairs, glancing back at Remy. She was clutching her arm as she backed away from Jameson.
"You really are a fuckin' idiot, you know that?" She snapped, her voice wavering from the pain. Shit, she didn't think getting shot would hurt this much. "How in the hell did you ever become a SHIELD agent? I mean, I suck at firing guns, but at least I have common sense!"
"Shut UP!" He screamed, pointing the gun at her. Remy turned and rushed down the stairs, yelling at Sitwell to move. The riot was still going on: prisoners and guards fighting each other. It was messy, but Remy knew this would be the best way. She grabbed Sitwell's sleeve and tugged him along, dodging the fists and bodies as best as she could. Jameson was right behind her, trying his best to aim his gun as prisoners slammed against him, blocking him.
They were getting closer to the door. Remy knew that as soon as they went through there that they would be on the home stretch. The entrance was just another two doors away from that. Sitwell now took the lead, knocking men aside as he pulled Remy along. It took her a moment to realize what was going on because between the body heat, blood loss, and adrenaline from it all, she was starting to feel woozy.
She could still hear men yelling and the occasional gunshot, but it was sounding farther and farther away. Remy closed her eyes for a moment, taking several deep breaths. When she opened her eyes again she could feel herself being pushed down.
"Sit, Agent Black, sit down." Sitwell was telling her, but she shook her head.
"No." She mumbled. "Gotta talk to Fury."
"You need medical attention." Sitwell explained; Remy shook her head again.
"No, need to talk to Fury. Now. Important." She replied, putting her hand against her arm. It was wet, and when she looked at her hand, it was covered in blood. "Shit. Purse, where's my purse?" Sitwell sighed and handed it to her. Blindly she felt around in it before retrieving something. Before here could ask, she ripped open the package and stuck it on her arm. "Let's go. Now. We can't stay here."
"Agent Black-"
"No, because the Chimera Order could be here if Jameson is here." She snapped, glaring at him. She could feel her heart beating faster and her arm hurt. "Let's go. Get me to the car and I'll call Fury."
At this point, there was no point in fighting with her. It just wouldn't work. Reluctantly, Sitwell helped her up and out to the car. They met with no guards as they left, as they were all dealing with the riot inside. The car was still parked outside and Sitwell unlocked it, helping Remy into the car before he got in himself. He started up the car and started along, glancing over at her as she pulled out her phone, fumbling with the buttons.
"You need to go to the hospital." Sitwell insisted as he drove.
"Nu uh. Fury first." She mumbled, keeping her hand firmly on her arm. "There's a SHIELD place here, isn't there? Not to far?"
Sitwell sighed. "It's about 45 minutes away. The hospital is only 10."
Remy shrugged and hit the speaker option on her phone as it rang Fury. "I'll survive."
He resisted making a comment when he heard Fury pick up. "What is it, Agent Black?"
"Sir, it was a trap." She gasped, clutching her arm. "Chimera Order is fucking insane. Jameson was there."
"Where's Sitwell?"
"Right here, sir. Agent Black's been shot twice and refusing medical treatment. We're on our way to the New York office." Sitwell replied, cutting Remy off. "Once she gets patched up and cleared, we'll head back to the Triskelion."
"As soon as you get here, she needs to come see me, understand?" Fury growled. "Do not speak to anyone about what happened there, Agent Black. Not until we know what's going on."
"Yes sir." Both replied and Remy hit the 'end call' button before leaning back in her chair. She carefully removed the thing she she had been using for a makeshift bandage. Sitwell looked at her and winced.
"Is that a-"
"Shut up, Sitwell." She grumbled as she grabbed a new one. "It's a maxi pad, yes. It's purpose is to keep me from bleeding anywhere for a few days each month, and right now, it doesn't matter where the blood is coming from so long as it absorbs it."
Sitwell grumbled something as he merged lanes. "Just don't get blood on the upholstery."
She didn't respond, knowing full well that there would be a lovely dark stain against the seat where her arm was leaning against. Oh well.
The wound on Remy's side wasn't bad at all – it was just a painful graze. The arm was a little more concerning because of how much blood had been lost. The doctor scolded her as the nurses patched her up and gave her fluids. She just took it all in stride, not fighting back. Sitwell stayed out of the room the entire time, and Remy figured it was because the doctor helping her had taken off her shirt and bra to tend to the wounds and get her bandaged up, and that he didn't want Remy threatening him if he looked on accident.
It was almost seven by the time Sitwell and Remy arrived back at the Triskelion. The last 13 hours sucked, and while she really needed a shower to get the blood and sweat off of her, she also really needed to talk to Fury. The shower could wait. Fury first.
Sitwell escorted her up to his office, and while she appreciated the gesture, she wanted him gone. Remy needed a few minutes by herself after what had happened at the prison. The man had stuck by her side the entire time, and a small part of her wondered if Coulson got a hold of him and told him to do that. Remy knew her limitations when it came to anything outside of the office, but having a shadow like Sitwell was getting on her nerves.
When she stepped out onto the floor she turned to face him. "Thanks. I got it from here, Agent Sitwell." She said before walking off without him. Fury's door wasn't to far down, and she glanced back to make sure she wasn't being followed. She really needed a few minutes by herself. Sighing, she pulled her phone from her pocket and checked for any messages. There was a text from Clint – a picture, actually. 'Probably more cats.' She thought as she opened it.
Oh, it was so not cats. And Remy inhaled sharply as she stared at the picture. Yes, a picture of his bare chest and hips after a shower was the exact thing she needed at that moment. The message under the photo simply read, Miss you.
"Yea, I bet you do." She mumbled as she replied with, Damn right you do. After that, she put her phone on vibrate and knocked on Fury's door.
It opened, actually, and he was standing right there, glaring down at her as he made sure she didn't lose any limbs. He turned around and walked to his desk, Remy following after him like a duckling. She immediately took the seat across from his desk, letting out a sigh.
"I got shot. Twice."
"And you're alive." Fury replied as he took a seat. "But I don't need to hear the details about that. You said Jameson was there. What happened?"
"He shot me." She said, rolling her eyes. "But no, apparently he's my little half brother or something." Fury raised an eyebrow. "Yea, can you believe that? Robert Paterson decided to knock up a maid. And the Chimera Order wants attention, it seems. They attacked schools last night, but they don't want to hurt children, insisting they are the easiest to get into the movement." She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but she ignored it. "Jameson seems to have been the songbird singing for Paterson."
Fury nodded as he listened to her talk. "And then you were shot."
"And then I was shot." She replied with a sigh. "I guess he knocked Sitwell out before coming into the room. And then I decided to start trying to aggravate Jameson, you know, distracting him. He's an idiot, he really is. How the hell did he become an agent anyway? I threw a chair at him and then he shot me. There was a riot going on inside the prison and I had the genius idea of dragging myself and Sitwell through that mess. I guess it was to try and make it harder for Jameson to come after us." Remy frowned. "I then only remember having Sitwell telling me to sit down and that I needed to go to the hospital."
"Which you refused, of course."
"Of course." She repeated, nodding. "I'm fine, though. Sore and exhausted, and I smell. Not to mention they took my bra off for the procedure for whatever reason, and my tits are huge. It's difficult to be unsupported."
Fury raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing they gave you pain killers. And that those pain killers just kicked in."
Remy blinked. "Yea. Good stuff, too. Why?"
"Normally you don't get this open about your personal hygiene." He retorted. Remy pretended to be offended and opened her mouth to comment, but he held up a finger to silence her. "I'm going to suggest you have someone escort you home, Agent Black. Just to be safe."
"Well, gee. I don't know if I can trust anyone enough to do that, sir." She replied dryly. Fury looked unamused and she sighed. "Fine, I'll ask Rumlow. He'll be happy to do it if I promise him some beer."
Closing Note: I'll be honest. I don't know shit about guns. And considering I've enjoyed making Jameson out to being a complete idiot, I'm going to say no one trusted him enough with a scary gun. So probably what hit Remy was a pitiful handgun that wouldn't do to much damage. I don't know how to go about writing those scenes so that is why this chapter is the way it is.