A/N: There's a note about the posting schedule for this story at the end, minor change to it.
~8~
Friends or Foes?
They had been allowed a few last moments with the body, and so they came to stand in the same room as Fury, lying on a slab. Olivia stood beside him, her hand resting on his as she frowned down at him, Steve and Natasha a few steps back. Natasha had tears running down her face though she tried her best to keep her face from mirroring her internal grief as well. Steve had put an arm around her in comfort, his eyes more on Olivia than Fury.
He could read her expressions like a book, every frown or smile, every crinkle of her eye or scrunch of her nose. He knew every look, and the one she had now put him on edge. She was looking at Fury, frowning, her eyebrows scrunched together as though there were something wrong or something that was confusing her.
He had seen her grieve, had seen her upset, and she wasn't displaying any of those characteristics despite Fury being dead in front of them. Granted he wasn't their favorite person at the moment, but they had to believe he was a good, or at least decent, man at heart. She would have mourned for him, he knew that, she had too kind a heart not to, yet she wasn't.
Worse yet, he couldn't ask her what was wrong. He was sure he was the only one who had noticed her peculiar reaction and he didn't want to draw attention to it. All he knew right now was that something was wrong with SHIELD and Fury had wanted to keep what he told them quiet. He didn't want to risk one of the other agents seeing something or hearing something and growing suspicious. He had to hold his tongue till he could get her completely alone.
He had been watching Olivia so intently he was sure he would have missed the brief tick that flashed across her face if he wasn't. She looked over at him and he stiffened, thinking she was about to say something when the door opened behind him and Maria stepped in instead.
"I need to take him," she told them grimly.
Olivia nodded, saying nothing more as she stepped away, allowing Natasha to have a moment to approach the director herself. Steve went with her, Olivia putting a hand on Natasha's shoulder in more comfort as the woman gently touched Fury's head, before she turned to storm out of the room.
"Tasha?" Olivia called as she followed the woman into the hall with Steve.
"Hey…" Steve spoke, when Natasha suddenly turned to them.
"Why was Fury in your apartment?" she demanded.
"We don't know," Olivia began, only for Rumlow to approach and interrupt.
"Major, Cap, they want you back at SHIELD," he informed them.
"Yeah, give us a second," Steve brushed it off.
"They want you now."
"Ok," Steve said a bit more forcefully, waiting till Rumlow stepped away before facing Natasha once more.
"You're a terrible liar," was all she murmured to them before turning to walk off.
"She's not wrong," Olivia remarked quietly to herself, though it was partly true. They didn't know exactly why Fury had come to them, they could only guess and speculate with the brief facts he had given them.
"STRIKE team," Olivia and Steve glanced over at Rumlow, able to hear the voice of Sitwell in his earpiece with their augmented hearing, "Escort Major Williams and Captain Rogers back to SHIELD immediately for questioning."
"I told them," Rumlow reported.
Steve glanced at Olivia as she put her hands in the pockets of her skirt, giving him a meaningful look and twitch of her arm. He had glimpsed the flashdrive Natasha had gotten for Fury in her hand in the chaos of SHIELD getting Fury out of their apartment. She hadn't hidden it from him but from everyone else. He could read in her expression now that she was anxious about keeping it on her if they were about to be questioned. He looked around, trying to find some place to hide it, when he spotted a vending machine across from them being restocked. He looked over at Rumlow, who was patiently waiting for them but not paying too much attention to them, and nodded towards it.
Olivia glanced over, before sliding the drive to Steve as she moved past him to speak to Rumlow about what they knew of who attacked Fury, distracting him while Steve dealt with the drive. Rumlow was not forthcoming with any information, but it was just as well, she didn't fully trust anything he would have told her either.
"Let's go," Steve spoke as he rejoined them.
"Yeah," Rumlow nodded, calling out into the earpieces, "STRIKE, move it out," as they began to leave.
~8~
Olivia and Steve had been given the chance to change back into their SHIELD uniforms, neither of them wanting Olivia to have to stay in clothes soaked with Fury's blood longer than needed. That and there was a chance they would be sent out on a mission regarding the attack on Fury. On another, more cautious level they were not about to enter SHIELD without every advantage now that they knew it could be compromised, as Fury had warned them. They were led through the halls and into the room where Alexander Pierce was speaking to Sharon Carter.
"For whatever it's worth, you did your best," the man was speaking to her.
"Thank you, sir," Sharon murmured, turning to go and nearly stopping when she saw the two of them approaching, "Major Williams, Captain Rogers."
"Neighbor," Steve replied with a monotoned response.
They were well aware Sharon was not supposed to have let them know who she was, to the extent that she had been assigned to help keep them safe. They were meant to only know her as their neighbor, the nurse. They weren't even to know her real name, instead identifying her as 'Kate.' They went along with it while in the apartment building, not wanting her to get in trouble, but also not about to just disregard or ignore Peggy's great-niece. They would meet up with her every so often outside of the building, either at a small bar or a non-SHIELD gym or while visiting Peggy. While she wasn't biologically related to Peggy herself, the woman being her great-aunt via being her father's uncle's wife, they knew Peggy had always been a prominent figure in the family she'd created. The pair were close, with Sharon following in her aunt's footsteps by joining SHIELD. Sharon had a deep admiration for the woman, going so far as to change her last name to Carter in honor of her. It was a common enough name and Peggy had been retired so long that no one really made the connection between the blonde American and the brunette Brit.
Right now, no one could know that they knew who she was. And they were not about to let it slip. While Sharon was not related to them, because of the stories Peggy had told her as she grew up, she knew Olivia as 'Aunt Liv' which made Steve something of an uncle by association. And they considered her family as well, any family of Peggy's was one they would do all they could to protect and guard.
"Ah, Major, Captain," Pierce called out as he held out his hand to shake theirs, "I'm Alexander Pierce."
"Pleasure," Olivia offered, not exactly comfortable when the man tried to kiss the back of her hand instead of shake it, but she may have used a bit more of her strength than normal to keep it a handshake, albeit an awkward one.
"Sir," Steve offered his own hand quickly, noticing, and equally not as pleased with, the gesture, "It's an honor."
"The honor is mine," Pierce smiled at them, "My father served in the 101st. Come on in," he stepped through a door into his office, inviting them in. He moved to a table, picking up a small photo of himself with Fury, though they both looked younger, "That photo was taken five years after Nick and I met. When I was at State Department in Bogota. ELN rebels took the embassy, and security got me out, but the rebels took hostages. Nick was deputy chief for the SHIELD station there. And he comes to me with a plan. He wants to storm the building through the sewers. I said, 'No, we'll negotiate.' Turned out the ELN didn't negotiate, so they put out a kill order. They stormed the basement, and what did they find? They find it empty. Nick had ignored my direct order and carried out an unauthorized military operation on foreign soil. He saved the lives of a dozen political officers, including my daughter."
"I'm glad your daughter was alright," Olivia remarked.
"She wouldn't have been if not for Nick."
"So you gave him a promotion," Steve guessed.
"I've never had any cause to regret it. And I hope to god I don't find any cause now," he looked at the two of them intently, "I need to know why Nick was in your apartment last night."
"We don't know," Steve spoke, recalling Natasha's words that Olivia was a terrible lair.
She was an honest woman, something he appreciated even more after all the lies he heard from SHIELD and its agents recently. She had always had to be honest, due to her ailing health, she couldn't afford to lie to her doctors or nurses. She was kind and considerate, not wanting to worry those she cared about, so she would try to make her own pain seem less when it came to them. But overall, it wasn't in her nature to be dishonest.
He had done nothing but lie in his attempts to get into the army in the first place. He could lie when he had to, to get a job, to get out of trouble, and now it was to keep them both safe.
"You know it was bugged?" Pierce eyed them.
"We did," Olivia nodded, knowing if she was too silent and let Steve answer everything that it would be equally as suspicious as her trying to lie to the man, so she would try to answer the honest questions where she could, "In the end, Director Fury was the one who told us."
"Did he tell you he was the one who bugged it?" Pierce continued, eyeing them both when they didn't reply, though it was clear they didn't know that fact. He sighed, nodding his head as though deciding something, "I want you to see something."
He led them over to a monitor and pulled up footage of Batroc, being interrogated by a SHIELD agent.
"Who hired you, Batroc?" the agent was demanding.
"Is that live?" Steve frowned.
"You captured him?" Olivia glanced over at the man, "How?"
"Yes, and yes," Pierce answered, "They picked him up last night in a not-so-safe house in Algiers."
"Are you saying he's a suspect?" Steve asked, "Assassination isn't Batroc's line."
"No, it's more complicated than that. Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the Lemurian Star and he was contacted by e-mail and paid by wire transfer. And then the money was run through seventeen fictitious accounts, the last one going to a holding company that was registered to a Jacob Veech."
"Who?" Olivia shook her head, a frown of her own on her face.
Pierce handed them a file, "Veech was a man who died six years ago. His last address was 14-35 Elmhurst Drive. When I first met Nick his mother lived at 14-37."
"And you think Director Fury hired the pirates? Why would he do that?"
"The prevailing theory was that the hijacking was a cover for the acquisition and sale of classified intelligence. The sale went sour and that led to Nick's death."
Steve snorted and shook his head, closing the file, "If you really knew Nick Fury you'd know that's not true."
Neither of them thought Fury capable of that. The man was all about protecting secrets and never letting the enemy know what was going on. For Pierce to imply that Fury had been trying to steal information to sell to their enemies? It was ridiculous.
"Why do you think we're talking?" Pierce countered, "See, I took a seat on the Council not because I wanted to but because Nick asked me to, because we were both realists. We knew that, despite all the diplomacy and the handshaking and the rhetoric, to build a really better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down. And that makes enemies. Those people that call you dirty because you got the guts to stick your hands in the mud and try to build something better. And the idea that those people could be happy today, makes me really, really angry," he looked between the two, hesitating to add but ultimately deciding to continue, "You two were the last ones to see Nick alive. I don't think that's an accident, and I don't think you do either. So I'm gonna ask again, why was he there?"
"He told us not to trust anyone," Steve spoke, recalling what Olivia had told him in the rush to get Fury to the hospital.
"I wonder if that included him."
"I'm sorry. Those were his last words. Excuse us," Steve turned, his hand resting on the small of Olivia's back to guide her out of the room with him.
"Captain," Pierce called to stop them, waiting till they looked back at him, "Somebody murdered my friend and I'm gonna find out why. Anyone gets in my way, they're gonna regret it. Anyone."
"Understood," Olivia remarked, turning to leave with Steve.
~8~
Steve watched as Olivia paced the hall, the two of them having walked down a few more to get farther away from Pierce's office. She was agitated about something, but she was also very concentrated, the face she usually made when she was trying to work something out, like a calculation.
"You ok?" he asked her.
It wasn't until he saw her eyes flicker up and to the side as she made a turn in her pacing that he realized she wasn't pacing out of frustration, though she was agitated still, but because she was trying to mask looking for where the security cameras were. She was trying to see who was watching and from what angles.
"I just don't understand," she spoke, turning to face him as she moved to lean back against the opposite wall from him, "Why would someone attack Director Fury?"
He could only shake his head, "He probably had a number of enemies," he stated, careful with his words, trying to take his cues from her, "It was only a matter of time before one got him."
"I did my best," she said suddenly, looking up at him, "I don't know what I did wrong. I applied pressure, I dressed the wound, sealed them as best I could, he was still breathing when the EMTs arrived…I didn't elevate the legs, I kept him covered to maintain body temperature, I started to treat his other injuries and he was stable," she blinked as she teared up, "He was stable, Steve."
Steve pushed off his wall when she began to cry, his face set in a show of concern and anger at the situation, even if that wasn't fully what he felt. He had seen Olivia cry before, he had seen her upset, and the way she was reacting now, it was all for show.
When she cried, she cried, tears down her cheeks, her nose clogging, her voice a bit higher than normal. She was tearing up, yes, but she wasn't as devastated as she was trying to appear to be.
She needed someone watching them to believe she was crying.
And once his arms were around her, with her face buried in his neck, he realized why.
"He had a pulse," he heard her murmur, so quietly near his ear that he was sure he was the only one who heard her.
And now he understood the crocodile tears. If she was upset it was only natural for him to comfort her, to hug her, to be close enough for her to whisper that to him without anyone else hearing or seeing or thinking anything of it.
He closed his eyes, turning his head to nuzzle more into her hair, playing up the comfort for the person watching through the cameras, and whispered back to her, "You're sure?"
"He was alive," she confirmed.
She had felt it, when she had her hand on Fury's. She had wrapped her fingers around more than the others could see, pressing gently into the underside of his wrist. It had taken longer than it ever should have, almost a full minute, before she felt it, but she had. A pulse. She had been too concentrated and focused to miss it, to mistake it for anything else.
Nick Fury, who had been declared dead, had had a pulse.
It hadn't made sense to her. The state he'd been in when the EMTs arrived, the treatment she'd given him, he had been stable even though he had fallen unconscious. There should not have been a cause for him to take that fast a turn as he had. It didn't make sense to her, because she had seen a man get shot three times during the war, she had treated him then with the meager supplies she'd had, and he had lived, he'd survived. In far worse conditions, with less advanced medical attention, and yet Fury had died? She knew he shouldn't have, it had made her suspicious, it made her doubt if he had truly been as dead as he'd been declared.
She checked his pulse, that would tell her for sure if he had truly died, because it was possible he'd died. He could have had a clot or some preexisting condition she didn't know about. She had just needed to KNOW.
And now she did.
Fury had faked his death, that much was obvious. She could even guess that it had been because SHIELD would have gone after him in recovery if they thought he lived.
Who had authorized the initial attack though?
"It'll be alright," he spoke normally as he pulled away from her, reaching up to cup her cheeks and making a small show of wiping away tears that hadn't fallen, being sure to keep her at an angle where the cameras wouldn't see that fact, "We'll find out who did this and stop them."
Olivia nodded, letting Steve take her hand and guide her over to an elevator, pressing a button for it.
"Major Williams," a voice called just as the doors opened, "Captain Rogers," they looked over to see Sharon Carter approaching, "Major Williams," she looked at the woman, "Can I have a word, for a moment?"
"Is something wrong?" Olivia frowned.
"Um, I have to ask you some questions about Director Fury's medical condition from the time you discovered him in the apartment to when the EMTs arrived. They have my account, I just need to take yours for the record."
Olivia nodded, glancing over at Steve, "I'll meet you at Operations?"
He nodded, watching as the two women walked off before he turned around when the doors nearly shut again, getting in. He looked up as he called out, "Operations control," to set it in motion.
"Confirmed," the computerized voice of the elevator called, the doors starting to close only for Rumlow and two other STRIKE agents to enter with him.
"Keep all STRIKE personnel on site," Rumlow was ordering the other two.
"Understood," one nodded.
"Yes, sir," the other confirmed.
"Forensics," Rumlow called out to the elevator system.
"Confirmed," the computerized voice repeated.
"Cap," Rumlow nodded at him.
"Rumlow," Steve responded when the doors shut and the elevator began to descend.
"Major Williams going solo?"
"Debriefing with another agent," Steve answered carefully, "Medical reports."
Rumlow nodded, "Evidence Response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac-team ready?"
"No, let's wait and see what it is first."
"Right."
Steve glanced over at the other agents around him, noticing one had his hand resting on his weapon which was odd and suspicious as there was no reason to be ready to use one in an elevator. He frowned at that but his attention was pulled away by the doors opening again, more SHIELD and STRIKE agents joining them.
"What's the status so far?" one agent was asking another.
"Administrations level," another called out to the computer.
"Confirmed," the mechanical voice replied.
"Excuse me," yet another spoke to Steve as he moved past him to stand behind the super soldier.
"I'm sorry about what happened with Fury," Rumlow remarked to Steve, "Messed up, what happened to him."
"Thank you," Steve offered, not sure what else to say.
His attention was pulled, once more, to those who joined him in the elevator. He was somewhat relaxed, which made it easy to feel when others around him were tense and he could feel it now. Practically every agent that had gotten into the elevator was tense in a way that usually signaled preparation for a fight. One man was even sweating and it was not that hot in the small space even with so many people crammed into it.
And even more joining them when the elevator stopped again and the doors opened.
"Records," one more agent called out to the computer.
"Confirmed," it repeated, the doors closing.
Steve glanced around him, realizing that the men hadn't just moved around to make more space for others, but in a strategic move to surround HIM.
He gave himself just a moment to silently thank Sharon Carter for wanting to speak to Olivia and keep her from joining him in the elevator. This was not going to be easy nor pretty, he was outnumbered, in a small space, with some of the best trained agents in the organization, all of whom had their weapons ready and likely a plan for subduing him. If Olivia had been there as well, there was no doubt they would try to use her as leverage against him or take her out first to throw him off.
He could only hope that Rumlow's comment earlier meant he hadn't known Olivia wasn't with him and that she was safe for now. SHIELD or whatever was compromising it would not risk an open attack in the middle of its halls.
He took a breath, readying himself for what was to come, and spoke, "Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?"
There was a brief moment where no one spoke, no one moved, Steve was sure no one breathed either. But then the moment was broken when one of the agents turned and immediately went on the attack, using an electric rod to try and stun Steve, make him vulnerable to the others. It knocked the wind out of him for a moment, which was enough for the others to gang up on him, grabbing at him, using all their strength to hold him down. One of the men who had entered with a briefcase disengaged the handle of it, revealing it to be a magnetic cuff which became their main focus, getting him immobile and stuck to the side of the elevator.
Steve managed to come back to himself by then, kicking out and flailing, knocking down a few others, kicking a second cuff away, but the first stuck high up above the doors, pinning his arm there. Rumlow jumped into action, using the rod to shock him once more.
~8~
Olivia was walking down a hall of offices, heading for an elevator after she finished speaking with Sharon. She had thought it was a ruse, that Sharon wished to speak to her more privately about something, but it really had been asking questions about the attack on Fury for the records. It hadn't taken long at all, Sharon had been there with her after all, but she had needed a recounting of the few moments between the shooting and when she arrived to complete the report. She had just stepped past an office, when she heard a man inside, Sitwell, giving an order over the comms., "Mobilize STRIKE units, 25th floor lift," the man was saying, "We need Rogers down."
She didn't hesitate, running to the nearest stairwell and looking down, calculating the distance and her likely rate of fall, before jumping over the side of it, dropping down the middle. She reached out, wincing as she moved too slow to grab the right railing, nearly twisting her shoulder as she came to a sudden stop. She grunted, but quickly got a foothold to pull herself back up, breathing out a sigh of relief when she realized she'd made it to the 24th floor, and hopped over the railing, rushing up the single flight of stairs, slamming through the door and hurrying for the elevator.
~8~
Steve grunted and strained, kicking a few more agents away, hitting them with a fist before using his hand to try and pry himself free from the magnetic cuff. He finally managed it, using the momentum of his fall off the elevator door to knock down the remaining agents. He ducked and punched, kicked and elbowed, until every agent was down except Rumlow himself.
"Whoa, big guy," Rumlow held up his hands, "I just want you to know, Cap, this ain't personal."
Steve saw the attack coming, Rumlow and the electrified rod, managing to evade and defend himself until he could knock Rumlow out as well. He looked down at the fallen man, "It kind of feels personal," he panted. He looked over at his shield lying among the fallen agents and kicked the end of it, snapping it up and into his arm once more.
The elevator doors pinged as they opened and he tensed, nearly expecting another set of agents to fight because none of the men who entered the elevator had requested floor 25. But he relaxed minutely when he saw there was, indeed, another team sent to take him down…
But THEY had been taken down first.
He let out a low whistle, causing Olivia to spin around, her batons in her hand, but she dropped her arms quickly when she saw it was him, "Steve!" she gasped, rushing over to hug him tightly, which he returned just as strong.
Both of them couldn't help but look over the other's shoulder at the ones who had attacked them and whom they had been forced to subdue.
"I heard them give the order to take you down, I got here first and they attacked," she pulled back, glancing over her shoulder at the handful of STRIKE agents she had managed to knock out. The shield in her batons had worked when they fired their weapons at her and when that hadn't worked they had attacked physically. She didn't think they had been expecting her to fight back and so she used that to her advantage, though she had been very careful to keep her blows in check, not wanting to harm any of them if they ended up being innocent in all this.
"You did good, Liv," Steve told her, wanting to reassure her that she'd done the right thing, that stopping the agents hadn't been wrong. He knew she still struggled with not harming others, but if she hadn't fought back? He didn't want to think about what he would have seen when those doors opened. Her captured or her dead were not things he ever wanted to experience, "You did good."
She looked back down at the men in the elevator, "Are they…"
"Knocked out," he reassured her, "I don't know if they're compromised agents, or were following bad orders."
"I'm not sure which is worse," she murmured. To willingly choose to go after Captain America because you were compromised and needed to take him out so he couldn't stop you was one thing, to be a genuine agent and ordered to do so and then do it despite knowing it was wrong or that there was something suspicious about it was another.
He nodded, "We need to go, now," he told her, it was only a matter of time before more agents were ordered after them.
"This way," Olivia took his hand and pulled him off, "I've an idea."
Steve followed her to the stairwell, where she looked at him a moment before hopping over the rail and jumping down, grabbing onto a railing only a floor or two above the bottom to stop her descent, and jumping down the last few feet. She looked up at him and stepped back as he followed suit.
He tightened his grip on his shield once he was beside her, nodding at her as she readied her batons, before he ran at the door, bursting through it as they couldn't be certain there weren't any other agents waiting on the other side though they hoped their quick thinking and jumping had given them time. They had picked the right stairwell on the right side of the building, for it was the one that connected to the SHIELD garage. They raced through it to Steve's bike, and quickly got on, starting it up and gunning out of the garage.
Olivia held tight as Steve worked to avoid the obstacles ahead of them, civilians, objects, and other STRIKE agents trying to take them out. They were doing well…until a quinjet rose into the air ahead of them.
"Stand down!" the pilot of the jet called out, "Stand down," but when they made no more to do so, the machine guns of the jet began to lower, aimed right at them, "Repeat, stand down!"
Olivia gave Steve a single squeeze around his middle, letting him know she was with him to the end as he revved the motorcycle faster, doing his best to dodge bullets as it began to shoot at them.
"Ready to switch?" Steve called to her over the noise.
"I may need to use the loo first!" she remarked, but squeezed him again to signal she was ready. She moved to place one of her batons attached to the back of the bike, "Go!"
Steve hurled his shield at the jet, throwing it hard enough to get it stuck in the propellers, jamming one. He used the momentum of the bike to launch himself up at the jet himself. Olivia quickly scooted to the front, wedging her second baton in front of her and triggering the shield as she did her best to at least keep the bike going straight. She didn't have as much experience handling it as Steve, much preferring to have her arms around him, but she could manage straight lines and very wide, slow turns. And, if she knew Steve, she wouldn't have to go for long.
Indeed, Steve grabbed the shield as he reached it, yanking it out and using it to do even more damage to the craft, not stopping until it was on the verge of crashing. He looked down, catching her eye as she nodded. He jumped off the craft just as it began to go down, Olivia disengaging her front baton so Steve could drop down on the back of the bike as it raced under the craft. He quickly moved his arms around her, leaning in more to take hold of the handles and help her steer as he sped the bike away, the two of them just barely managing to escape behind the crashed vessel.
A/N: So, just to start, apologies this wasn't up yesterday, I had a second interview for a job and they asked if I'd be willing to wait there for the third interview (and who would really turn that down? lol) and...I got it :D Finally right? :D I'm so happy I finally have an income again and I'm going to get health benefits in a few months which is a relief, but it is going to affect the posting for stories. Since I won't have as much time during the weekdays, I'm going to tweak the movie-story posting schedule.
This story will be updated Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays, and that's going to be the schedule for all the movie-stories. So after this with Kona and Victoria, at least for the time being.
So, basically, we'll be getting a chapter of something every single day, since I update my other stories on Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays lol. And to make up for the not-everyday posting, I'm planning to not have any gap between the next movie-story. Meaning we go right into the next story once one is done, no week or so between them. For example, this story should be finished September 23rd, then Kona's Ragnarok will start on the 25th :) Hopefully it'll all work out :)
As for this chapter, with all the wounds Olivia's treated in the war and since then, she has a fairly good idea of which ones are survivable and which ones she can't do anything for. While Steve was tracking the shooter, she was doing everything feasibly possible to treat bullet wounds using not just what she can get her hands on but her own SHIELD issued medical pack that has some more advanced things in it. To her, Fury stood a MUCH better chance of surviving than what she witnessed in the operating room. A part of her knows he COULD have preexisting conditions, she know she can't see every internal wound and she could have missed something. But she felt he had a better chance so she was partially suspicious. She needed to know for herself, if he had any pulse. Sort of like when you can't believe someone is gone till you see it for yourself or in movies how people keep doing CPR even when it's clear the person is gone and they just KEEP trying. That was her way of coping with the sudden loss, she would still hold onto that hope until she KNEW and then she could let go and try to do better next time.
It just so happened that her attempts to confirm it for her own peace of mind revealed the truth of Fury's faked death.
But it's not something she's about to blurt to just anyone, Steve yes, anyone else not a chance.
I can say that Olivia trying to guard the elevator from the STRIKE agents will be brought up again with more of her thoughts on the event, it's not going to sit right with her and she may need to talk it out a bit more. It's just not something she could really do when they were being hunted down within SHIELD itself. Once things have calmed down, she'll have time to process it all ;)
Some notes on reviews...
True, there's really only one person you can turn to who understands what it's like to be a Capsicle ;)
Oh we'll still get to see Protective Alpha Steve at some point in this series ;) But that was exactly what Steve was afraid of, anyone who's anyone knows Major Britannia and Captain America are a pair, and that she's more of the non-combatant of the two. Go after her and you weaken Steve, so he's very thankful Olivia wasn't in the elevator with him just then ;) Lol, Steve definitely was the leading authority in the movie, it's still going to come into play in Ultron ;) Oh the Bucky/OC, yeah, Steve's going to have some competition there for who waited the longest lol :)