Coulson's pov
"Sir, medical team requested for incoming jet." agent Kidiom speaks quickly as he jogs to keep up with me in the halls. "Why?" I ask keeping it short. "Agent Romanov has a head injury and fell unconscious." he explains. I stop in my tracks as I remember Fury telling me Romanov was bringing in our two angry friends.
A jet with Banner and Stark with an unconscious Romanov...not good. "Medical request for inbound jet. Get to the top." I speak into the comms and grab Kidiom's arm and began dragging him behind me to the top deck. A medical team came out from a door across from us and now we wait. Just then, a jet broke from the clouds and began its landing approach.
"Who is flying?" I ask thinking of the time Claire took over the jet when we brought her in the first time. "Blanco, sir." I nod hearing his confirmation. " the Captain has arrived on bridge." The comms speak informs me. I give a short response of "copy that." and watched the jet approaching the helicarrier.
The jet lands perfectly and the back is opened revealing Banner and Romanov in the seats. I walked on with the med team who started looking over Natasha. Claire sat hidden in the pilot's seat and I smile softly.
"Kidiom, bring Dr. Banner to the bridge." I command. He nods and starts showing Banner the way. Nat woke up then and started shoo-ing the medics away from herself. She stood with an ice pack on her head and walked over as everyone else walked off to their jobs again. "Alright...what did I miss?" Natasha asks walking over and seeing Claire hiding in the pilots booth.
"We hit turbulence and you fell and hit your head. You have a slight concussion. I tore some of my shirt to stop your bleeding and Banner put you in a seat. I got cords from intercom and landed. That's all you missed." Claire explained. Natasha nodded and walked over to the bag beside the pilot's seat. She pulled it out and handed it to Claire.
Claire opened the bag and pulled out a short brown wig, brown contacts and a mirror wrapped up with a spare white t-shirt. With a frustrated sound she handed me the mirror and positions it to aid her. She then begins dressing herself in the disguise.
"I'm really getting tired of these...I'm guessing that I'm no longer Renee due to the new change. Plus, how the heck did you know I'd need a shirt?." she asked looking up at us. "To many people know Renee and will be questioning why you're being escorted around. For now your name is Kima Lee Po. Oh and you always need shirts. The number one thing we had to buy for you was shirts. Eventually we began assuming you always need a shirt."
I explained as she put on the shirt over her tank top and tore off the torn material from underneath. "Good point on the shirt thing." she mumbled before standing. "If only you guys did the same for shoes." she smirked looking down at her bare feet. I chuckled and Natasha moved to a hidden compartment and pulled out a pair of black stilettos. "You were saying?" Claire rolled her eyes and put on the shoes.
"I'm really sorry kiddo, I need to cuff you. Natasha was supposed to do this already...but it seems she didnt." I say with a look back at said red head. "Actually I did, how they got off I don't know." Claire chuckles nervously before walking past us.
I grab her arm gently and hold out the cuffs. She sighs but turns and puts her arms behind herself. I cuff her and began escorting her away. "Natasha, report to the bridge." I speak as we walk inside the helicarrier.
She nods and walks away leaving me and Claire to walk alone in the halls. "Why did you leave?" I ask her. She glances at me before putting her eyes to the ground. "I needed to. You have no idea what it feels like to not know who you are. It was what was best for everyone." she explains sadly. That's when it clicks.
The look when given the disguise, the harshness in her eyes when she's called Renee. She has lost herself because of us. Being called different names. As I'm thinking I guide her silently to the isolation cell Fury set up. It had her favorite candy, drinks, and a pile of scrap metal fro her to play with. I opened the door and looked at her. My heart almost shattered seeing the look of utter defeat on her. "So i am a prisoner after all…" she whispered.
