Author's Note: Uh. Spoiler for "The Avengers" (2012) film...? Character death?

Chapter Thirty-Five

Remy had just chucked her last blueberry at Tony when Fury stormed in. Oh, he looked pissed. She tried to slouch down into her chair to be out of sight but he spotted her. He took several menacing steps towards her.

"Your job was to keep Stark out of trouble, Agent Black." The Director growled.

Remy stared at him, looking confused. "And... I have been?" She replied, looking between Tony and the Director. "Aw, fuck, he hacked something, didn't he? I can't stop that sort of stuff! I thought it was more like 'don't let him bring agents in here to screw' or something!"

Fury looked like he was going to yell at her, but instead turned his attention to Tony. "What are you doing, Mr. Stark?"

"Uh, kind of been wondering the same thing about you." Tony replied with a shrug. Fury sighed in frustration.

"You're supposed to be locating the Tesseract!" Fury snapped.

"We are!" Bruce insisted. "The model's locked and we're sweeping for the signature now. When we get the hit we'll have the signature within half a mile."

"Okay, see, at least one of them has been doing their job." Remy retorted, gesturing to Bruce. "So SHIELD will get the cube back, good."

"Yea, you'll get your cube back." Tony informed them. "No mas, no fuss." He turned one of the computer screens around suddenly. Remy's eyes widened when she saw what was on there. "Hey, what is Phase Two?"

Remy looked at Fury, who looked back at her. Neither of them said anything until the sound of something heavy hitting a desk startled them. Steve was standing there, not looking very happy.

"Phase Two is SHIELD uses the cube to make weapons." He told them angrily, looking at all four of them. "Sorry. Computer was moving a little too slow for me."

She looked back at Fury, then to the weapon, then back at Fury. He was trying his best not to lose his temper at all of them. Before he could speak, Remy jumped up. "You have those things on board this boat? Are you mad?!"

"Agent Black-"

"No, oh hell no." She snapped, glaring at him. "Bad enough you were making them and that I had to know about it, but now they're on board here? What the hell, Fury?"

Steve looked at her. "You knew about these?"

"Yes! I did, okay? And I'm just as pissed as you are because if the Chimera Order or any other SHIELD enemy finds out that these things truly exist, then we're all fucked." She continued, glaring at Fury. "This is not good, sir, and you know it. If they get their hands on these weapons we're done for."

Fury glared at her before turning to Steve. "Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract, so this does not mean that we-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Nick." Tony interrupted, gesturing to another computer screen. This one showed more schematics – specifically of a missile. "What were you lying?"

Steve shook his head, looking between Remy and Fury. The two SHIELD agents looked back at the super soldier, neither saying anything to him. Sighing, he looked back at the screen. "I was wrong. The world hasn't changed a bit."

"Now, Steve-" Remy tried to explain but he cut her off.

"You knew this was going on while you cried to me about the Chimera Order." Steve snapped, glaring at her. Remy stared at him, surprised by his tone.

"Wait, no, well, yes, I did know about these." She told him, pointing at the weapon. "I knew because Fury wanted me to know, but did I know they would be on this boat? Hell no! I'm just as pissed as you are, so don't turn on me because of what SHIELD is doing!" She rubbed her face. "Dear God. This is all ridiculous. No, you know what, you guys fight it out or whatever it is you do. I'm not a part of this in any way. I'm just a stupid agent who got thrown into this mix, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a way to the deck to throw myself overboard. Goodbye."

That exit was almost Oscar worthy had Remy not fumbled with the door latch on her way out. But once she was free of the room, she held her head high and headed back to the bridge. What the hell was getting into her? This wasn't really like her, but then again, things were changing. She was on some group's shit-list. There were aliens about to invade the world. And there were two Norse legends in the same fucking flying contraption as her. Not to mention her boyfriend – who she told one of those Norse legends that she loved him – was a puppet to that damn trickster who was hell-bent on destroying the world. Her day was getting worse and worse and she was wondering if she was going to still have a job with SHIELD after all of this.

No, she would. After this she'd apologize profusely to Fury for her actions and then make it up to him by doing whatever it is he ordered her to do. Maybe make him some cookies as well.

Sighing, Remy was about to enter the bridge when the helicarrier suddenly shook violently, jerking to one side. She flew into a wall, trying desperately to catch herself on one of the railings. That... that wasn't normal. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed to the bridge. Hill and Coulson were there, barking orders at everyone. When he saw her stumble onto the bridge, Coulson approached her, pushing a handgun into her hand. Aw, shit. The look on his face told her it was serious, so she bit back any comment as she tucked the gun into the back of her pants. Thankfully she remembered how to use it and to keep the safety on.

She went to one of the computers, staring at the lines of code that were flashing across the screen. The ship was damaged. She could hear Sitwell shouting about what was no longer working and her stomach dropped. They were going to drop from the sky if they couldn't fix the problem. She got up and hurried to Coulson. "What do we do?"

Before he could reply, Fury rushed in to see what had happened. He started barking orders, taking control of the situation. Remy just stood there in shock, almost shutting down. This was a situation she never dreamed herself being in.

"Remy!" Coulson was shaking her now. "Don't, you need to focus, understand?"

She nodded mutely, staring wide eyed at the chaos around her. She needed to say something, and she tried, opening and closing her mouth a few times. But then Hill shouted something – grenade? - and an explosion rocked the bridge. Debris hit Remy and Coulson as they ducked out of the way. Shit, the bridge was under attack? What was going on? Without speaking, Coulson grabbed her by the hand and led her down a staircase near some of the consoles. She didn't say anything, clutching his hand tightly as they rushed down a hall.

They came upon the armory. Coulson let go of her hand and entered a code into a door before it did a retinal scan. Remy stared as the door opened and he grabbed hold of a large weapon.

"What the-"

"No time." He muttered before he headed back down the hall. She retrieved the gun from the back of her pants and followed after him, though she wasn't sure she could fire it if the situation called for it. Remy followed Coulson as he headed down a hallway, and when they came upon a familiar door, she froze. They were going to Loki? Why?

Coulson went in first, knocking out an agent that had been helping Loki. Remy followed in after, gun raised.

"Move away, please." Coulson said politely, aiming the gun at Loki. The demi-God stepped away from the control console, smiling as he looked between the two agents and Thor. Remy's eyes widened when she saw that Thor was in the cell.

"Shit..." She murmured, looking back at Loki. "This... this can't be good."

"You like this?" Coulson held the gun up, smiling a bit. "We just started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer." He shrugged, flipping a switch on the weapon. "Even I don't know what it does. Do you wanna find out?"

He suddenly grunted in pain. Remy turned her attention away from Loki to look at Coulson. The pointed tip of Loki's scepter was sticking out of Coulson's chest. She screamed, clutching her gun tighter. He dropped to the ground, slumping against the wall. She turned to aim her gun at the real Loki, eyes wide and her hands shaking.

"What did you do?!" She screamed as Thor pounded on the glass of the cell. "Why, why?!"

Loki merely smiled as he lowered the scepter. He took a step toward her, arm moving fast and she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her side. He had fucking stabbed her. Remy clutched her side, pulling out a funny looking dagger. He made his way over to the console and hit a few buttons. She looked at him, then at the cell. Before anyone could react, the claws gripping the cell released and Thor disappeared.

Remy scooted herself next to Coulson, trying to take her shirt off. "Gotta... gotta stop the bleeding." She whimpered, ignoring the pain in her side. Blood had already stained her shirt from her own injury, but she didn't care. Coulson was dying right next to her. She couldn't let that happen. She bunched the shirt up and pressed it against his chest. "Phil!"

He coughed weakly, his attention on Loki. "You're going to lose."

"Phil, please, don't talk." Remy whimpered, keeping pressure on the wound. There was so much blood.

Loki smirked, taking a step towards the two injured agents. "Am I?"

"It's in your nature." Coulson choked out, feeling himself growing tired. The shirt was turning dark from his blood and it was taking all of Remy's strength not to scream and throw herself at Loki. She wanted to throw him over the ledge and down the chute that took Thor. Maybe then he'd get rid of that smirk.

"Your heroes are scattered." Loki snarled. "Your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction." Was the weak reply. Loki narrowed his eyes and started towards them now.

"I don't think I-"

He was cut off by the large gun going off, blasting him through the opposite wall. Remy had covered her ears when it went off, startled by the sudden noise. Coulson dropped the weapon, leaning back into the wall. "Huh. So that's what it does."

"Stop, just stop talking, please!" Remy whimpered as she returned to pressing the blouse against his wound. It just wasn't helping at all and she could feel herself growing frustrated. "Phil, what do I do? Phil, please!"

"Remy." Coulson looked down at the injury, wincing. "Well, this isn't the worse injury I've had, you know." He managed a weak chuckle; she started crying harder. "Remember when you spilled that bowl of soup on me?"

"Shut up and stop bleeding, please!" She begged, looking desperately for something else to hold against his wound. Her own injury was bleeding, soaking through her camisole. Coulson reached up slowly, touching it gently. She cried out, jerking away from him.

"Remy, you're injured..."

"Coulson, Black!" Fury rushed into the room, dropping in front of Coulson. Remy looked down at her own hands, seeing how much of Coulson's blood were on them. Shaking her head, she pressed them now to her own wound.

"I'm sorry, boss." Coulson coughed. "The guy rabbited."

"Just stay awake." Fury ordered. "Eyes on me."

Remy let go of her injury, ignoring the pain as she grabbed Coulson's hand. "You need to stay awake, Phil, please! You have too!"

Coulson shook his head slowly. "No, I'm clockin' out here."

She looked at the Director. His face was expressionless as he stared as one of his top agents lay there dying. "Director, you need to do something! Please!"

Fury glanced at her momentarily before looking back at Coulson. "Not an option, Coulson."

"It's okay, boss." He gave them both a weak smile. Remy squeezed his hand, tears rolling down her cheeks as it dawned on her what was happening. No, this wasn't going to happen. It couldn't happen. "This was never going to work if they didn't have something to..."

He didn't finish his sentence as he suddenly went limp against the wall, eyes lifeless and staring straight ahead. Remy's eyes widened and she dropped his hand, wrapping her arms around him as she began sobbing. This couldn't be happening. He wasn't ever supposed to die. He was Phil fucking Coulson.

"Agent Coulson is down." Fury said, pausing for a moment as several medics rushed in. One pulled Remy back to tend to her wounds while the others saw to Coulson. "They're already here."

"Let... let me go! I have to be with him!" Remy cried, trying, and failing, to get free of the medic. "He's... he's..."

The medic working on Coulson looked at her, then at Fury, shaking his head. Remy felt her heart stop as Fury stood up, looking down at her. "They called it."

Closing Note: I don't think I wrote this last scene very well. I don't know how to really react when someone dies, I guess, and so it was hard to know how Remy would react, so of course crying and screaming was the first thing that came to mind.