Hello folks! Another chapter here already for you guys to read! I'm actually quite proud of myself with how fast I am able to get chapters out these past few days as I write. School has been going fine for me to say at least, how odd is it that after you graduate and stay out of school for awhile that you end up missing it but as soon as you head back and start getting things like homework it becomes the automatic bane of your existence? I always found it funny how it just ended up working like that!

Anyways this chapter would start out a little differently.

This wouldn't be the present time, this would actually be the Chapter when Fury comes along back to New York. I think it's about time that...someone else gets into the equation. So Fury will be the main man for this chapter! Any of those who wanted some Loki Irene goodness would have to wait. Cause the Director is taking the center stage!

I want to thank my lovely reviewers:

dany1114: I meant for it to be really unexpected, it will be explained though that I promise. As for Loki and the discovery of Irene's medicine he will reach that point eventually. I am debating how how I would wish him to approach this and since Irene is starting to get sick (her paleness, and the uncomfortable clenching with her stomach) the poison is starting to kick in.

AkeraWriterOfTheNight: Lol, yeah Tony was rather forward. But what do you expect he's a damn rich billionaire with a playboy reputation! And using Tony for his money? Tsk, tsk! Most of Earth's population of women (and certain men) would possibly want a go at his money but sadly his heart and affections belong to one Pepper Potts! Lol, and you already saw how Stark reacted somewhat, shocked as hell that she was mute. Though imagine big brother Coulson kind of shielding her from that fact, lol get it? SHIELD? XD *totally puntastic* I am sure it would be a secret well hidden from her after some bribery for Tony. But I was thinking about keeping Irene in the dark until near end of this story, that way she would have more initiative in the Avengers Sequel after this story. *giggles* Avengers' initiative...omg these puns are to awesome to miss!

moonsword17: Lmao! I am glad you seem to get a kick from Loki forgetting he had cast an illusion on himself and that Stark decided to get up in Irene's grill! And yeah...Loki was indeed disappointed when the two agents interrupted a 'almost' bonding moment. And if you love jealous Loki, then you're going to shit yourself when he goes from this 'sweeter' Loki to the Avenger's Loki. You will see a BIG difference in his personality, jealousy would be one of the many key factors that he would feel. And he said so himself in a previous chapter of this story "I am quick for jealousy". Just a bit of a hint just from the next story.

Also a HUGE boost in my followers! Last I check there was like 81 which isn't to bad it makes me happy! And the favs are not to far behind. I am just happy to write and please those who stick to the story. So thank you all so much for even READING.

Speaking of reading, I will let you all get right to it.

Enjoy!

Chapter 14: The Director's Interlude

Fury leaned back in his seat. Staring out into the darkness as his plane drove forward in a speedy take-off. He felt only slightly better now that Hawkeye was standing guard over Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S.

He had no doubt in his mind that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent would ever fail in protecting the Tesseract, not that the base needed it, simply only a precaution that he believed should be set. The real world was far too complex and unpredictable to make something like the idea of humanity controlling its own evolution or engineering itself - well, he wouldn't say impossible but it should be approached with a degree of caution. A source of unlimited energy. The endless possibilities the Tesseract opened were vast, Fury was no fool when it came to figuring out that conclusion. He knew a lot of people who would just love to get their greasy little hands on it. In all likelihood, if word of its existence were to ever breech the outside world, he wouldn't be surprised if countries would declare war over it in a mad pursuit of power.

Fury tapped his fingers rhythmically on the arm of his seat.

There are other things I need to take into account as well.

One of them centering around his unlikely guest back in New York. Agent Coulson sent him reports on the girl, Irene Hawkins, every hour. Nothing had changed since she had been locked away in one of their 'nicest' holding cells. He didn't really expect her to crack under the pressure of solitary confinement, Fury shockingly found himself believing the young Canadian woman. The sketch she had made was kept neatly with her file along with her testament, it was a good significant about of proof that leaned in her favor.

Though it seemed oddly to clean.

Fury always expected the best from his agents, but being the man he was he always looked at perfection with a dose of suspicion. He lacked the evidence that could go against Miss. Hawkins' statement, for now he could only settle with what was given to him. She had disclosed an alien presence that was roaming freely on his damn planet. He had deployed more agents to the region of Southern Quebec to look for further clues regarding the mysterious extraterrestrial. It was not their newly formed ally, the God of Thunder. If that were the case, this Thor would have shown up back in New Mexico for Dr. Foster.

Another thing that was brought to his attention was the full defrosting of the slumbering super soldier. He was resting now, with all vital signs being normal. Fury scoffed when the memory of Coulson's excited voice spoke. The Agent must have been really enjoying himself from just being under the same roof as Captain America. There was no bigger fan of the decorated World War II hero than Agent Coulson.

Fury's thoughts were momentarily disrupted when he was approached by one of the female flight attendants. She was smiling at him, looking at him expectantly.

"Is there anything I could get for you, Director?" She asked sweetly. Everything screamed 'fake' as she waited for him to answer.

"Water." He replied dismissively. "And while you're at it, contact New York headquarters and tell them of my arrival and to expect me in a few hours."

"Of course, sir."

Fury enjoyed how much effort the woman put in being polite to him. Being a flight attendant for S.H.I.E.L.D. tended to be a boring job since they just spent more of their times on the plane. Their jets only being used for high personal such as himself or the World Security Council. Coulson was able to use it thanks to his young charge, one could call it a gesture of good will from one powerful person to another. Having Irene Hawkins under their charge sparked a great interest from the Council. They were intrigued by her story, believing the girl's genius mind could be sharpened for possible good use much like Stark's. Fury couldn't see what good a girl with a talent for composing music could do. But the Council was insistent and therefore he could only oblige.

"Your water, Director." The flight attendant reappeared next to him, a glass of cold water in her hands. He took it from her and brought it to his lips, taking a sip.

"Anything note worthy from Headquarters?" He asked, hopefully things were remaining to run smoothly in his absence. If not then he would have to fire someone's ass at the end of the day if they messed up anything. Being an espionage agency, they needed reliable workers in his opinion.

"Just one thing."

Fury's brows shot up. "And that one thing is?" He wondered if it was the news of the girl finally cracking under pressure. He raised his glass to his lips.

"Someone hacked into one of our live security feeds of our holding cells in headquarters."

Fury sputtered, the water going down the wrong pipe. His lone eye was wide as anger settled. "Who the fuck would hack into our prison feed!?" He scowled. "There's no one of importance there!"

Except for the daughter of the Governor General.

The flight attendant didn't seem all to concern, she fidgeted with the cuff of her uniform. Her eyes sparkling with some humor as a smile graced her red painted lips. "Everything points to one Tony Stark, sir." she answered shrewdly. Fury set the glass on the table next to him, rolling his lone eye. Of course it would be Stark of all people. That sarcastic and arrogant motherfucker never seemed to keep his nose out of his damn business. He was almost starting to regret ever making the guy a consultant in the first place. Stark had already flat out refused to even join the Avengers' Initiative. If the attack never happened in New Mexico then Phase one would have never been cancelled, and Phase two would never see the light of day.

"I told you I don't want to join your super secret boy band." Stark told him.

Fury was somewhat inclined to agree. Having a childish playboy in the Avengers would be a fine recipe for disaster, though Tony Stark was to crucial to ignore, only due to the Iron Man armor itself that had been the mark of true value. "I would need you to get me in touch with Stark, if you can." Fury's eye drifted towards the world outside the window. The clouds passing by slowly. "I can do that." His attendant said, rushing off to get the phone he needed. The Director ran a his hand down his weary face. He was getting to old for this.

"Here, everything is set up so there's no need to worry. Good luck with dealing with Stark, sir." The flight attendant returned, phone in hand. She passed it to him and dismissed herself. Rushing to her friend that was waiting for her at the other side of the plane, talking in hush voices once they were together. No doubt gossiping about what could possibly be taking place between him and Stark. He rolled his one good eye.

Women.

Pressing the unlock button the phone's screen came to life. Running his finger along it's bright surface it unlocked. Tapping the call symbol he typed in Stark's number and hit enter. Bringing the phone to his ear he heard the phone dialing. Once, twice, a third time, Fury assumed the bastard wasn't going to pick up. Just when he was about to hang up and try again, the dialing stopped and he heard fumbling on the other side before someone decided to finally to answer.

"Hey, I'm not sure if you're aware Patches. But some people do have some lives you know." Tony's voice quipped. Fury heard his voice get farther away from the one yelling at some person 'no a little bit more to the left' and then some sounds of hammers and drills. The Director heard Stark sigh "So, what do you want?" he sounded a bit rude and rushed.

Fury scowled darkly, he unconsciously sat up straighter in his chair. "You already know what I am calling you for!" Did the man honestly think he was an idiot? "Why did you hack into our security feeds to the prison cells? Last I've checked you had no interest in any of them before, nor have you given a absolute damn about them."

"Oh, is that what's this about?" Tony replied airily.

"Cut the crap, now tell me why." Fury hissed. The grip on the phone tightened just a fraction, his patience lessening by the second.

"I was just wondering when S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to abduct famous composers, or famous daughters of politicians. It doesn't really make you look good for kidnapping pretty young women who are just nothing but civilians. Pepper agrees." Fury heard some more murmuring in the background. One sounding feminine, it must have been Miss. Potts when she let out a sharp 'Tony!' in the background.

"We didn't kidnap anyone, Stark. She came to us freely, so before you make assumptions at least bring it up first before hacking into our systems."

"Really? She went to you freely, then you lock her up in a cell? That's just messed up." Tony sniveled.

Fury had a near vacant expression as he stared ahead of him. Not fully paying attention to the Billionaire's rant about locking up innocent people. He interrupted "Fine! Since you're so invested in this Stark, I will be back in New York in a few hours. Until then wait for me and meet me at my office, you want to talk about the girl? Fine, we'll do just that! Until that happens...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SYSTEM!" Fury ended the call and tossed the phone down in the seat next to him.

He sent a glare at the two huddling flight attendants that were still chatting away.

"Can I have a drink over here? No water, just a strong glass of scotch or something!" He said loudly.

Could the day get any worse?

\oooo/

The New York skyline was a comforting sight. That place that could make any American say "Home sweet, Home" in an instant when they would see things like the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State, Grand Central, or all other things that were just so obviously American. New York City was an iconic identity of the American people. The always 'go to' place for everyone at least once in their life, or always seeing it in the movies, or even associating it with the 'American Dream' that everyone spoke so fondly about. They called it 'the city of opportunity' among many other things. Also, it was a place that never got boring.

The Director stared out at the bustling people of New York, none of them having a care in the world as they went about their own lives.

His driver pulled up at a red stoplight. His hand reaching up to the earpiece to listen in on what ever transmission was going through. The agent at the front wheel blanched and let out a loud curse.

"What now?" Fury groaned, if it was Stark again he was really considering going to the new Stark Tower just to shoot him.

"I just received the news, we have a code thirteen on our hands." The agent replied, Fury saw him looking at him through the rear view mirror "What do you want to do, sir?"

Placing a hand on the back of the driver's seat, the Director leaned forward. "We need to send all available units to intercept the Captain at all costs. Get us to the square pronto." The agent didn't need to be told twice as he slammed his foot on the gas pedal. They drove forward, barely avoiding the cars driving by at the intersection as they rushed through the streets of New York. Fury obtaining his own earpiece so he could listen to the chatter of the agents. Rodgers had made it out of the building, making a hasty escape towards Times Square. Oddly predictable, but a great place to surround him. With swift orders he commanded his units. They turned up on Broadway, heading towards 46th street, avoiding the civilians as some of them nearly walked straight in their path.

"I got a visual, sir." The driver stated urgently.

"Good, pull over before one of my men get's snapped in half like a twig."

Joining the rest of their fellow agents, the driver pulled over. Before he could even put the car into park, Fury was already climbing out of the back seat. His eye landed on the one man standing in the center of the crowd of agents. He stood out in his white shirt and beige pants, seeing the fully awake Steve Rogers was rather surreal like watching a fictional character crawl out of one of the old 1940s movies that he had seen a few times. Except Captain Rodgers was a real person, and therefore a real threat at this time. The super soldier's shoulders were hunched as he stood tall and aggressive towards Fury's men, the Director sensing the confusion and anger rolling off the man in waves.

"At ease, soldier!" Fury called out.

Rogers turned around to face him, chest heaving. Fury was met by wide and startled blue eyes that pierced right into him, sizing him up. Casually Fury strode up to the man, hands out where Rogers could see them so that he didn't seem all to threatening. Stopping at what he deemed to be a comfortable distance between the two of them, he decided he might as well try to be friendly. "I'm sorry about the little show back there, but we thought it'd be best if we break it to you slowly." Fury placed his hands in his pockets then, a bit irked that the protocol he had set up had been so easily undermined.

Rodger's brows furrowed, "Break what?" He demanded.

Fury remain silent, his expression turning grim. There was no way of possibly sugarcoating any of this, the best way to answer was just to be straight honest. Like ripping off a band-aid. "You been asleep, Cap." He started off, "For almost seventy years."

Any signs of combativeness melted away. Shock, confusion, pain, and disbelief filtered over the Captain's face in seconds. Little by little the Soldier was taking in his surroundings. Unable to deny any of it as the technology and people of the modern day greeted him. Fury stared at the man's back with pity by how lost he looked. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

"Yeah..." Rodgers croaked, "Yeah, I just...I had a date."

Fury nodded his head slowly. "I see, but for now I need you to come back with me Captain. To many prying eyes I'm afraid." He gestured to the growing crowd of curious civilians, "We'll house you until you're ready to go out on your own." he placated when the Captain gave him a look of suspicion. Seemingly satisfied, Rogers gave him a stiff nod and followed him back to his car. Both of them jumping into the back seat, Fury's driver ignited the engine and pulled out away from the crowds, continuing up Broadway.

"Who are you?" Rodgers finally asked.

The corner of Fury's lips twitched, "I am Director Nick Fury of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." The Captain was opening his mouth when he decided to add. "Complicated name, I know, so we go by S.H.I.E.L.D. for short."

"S.H.I.E.L.D." Rogers echoed, rolling the name off his tongue.

"We'll debrief you in time, but for now we will get you settled and have you 'adjust' to everything."

Nothing else was said between the to for the duration of the ride. Reaching headquarters, Fury led the man from the past to his office. "Would you like anything to drink?" He went over to his desk, grasping a bottle of fine whiskey. Uncorking the bottle, he grabbed a glass and poured very little in. He didn't have any ice but he took a sip of the strong liquid anyways. The whiskey sending a hot trail down his throat in its wake until it settled in his stomach.

"No, thank you." Rogers murmured, he was looking at around the office. He paused to observe a sleek black printer with interest.

"There are many things we gotta get done, for one we need to get you caught up with seventy years worth of things." Fury sat himself down in his chair. He raised his glass to his lips and took another sip, "I could get things arranged with my agents, until then you are welcomed to stay here before going out into the world and finding a place to settle." The captain shifted uncomfortably.

"With all due respect, sir. I think I could manage fine on my own."

Fury arched a brow at his sudden defensiveness. "I'm not saying your incompetent or anything, I am just offering you some help. Ask us for anything and we will provide it."

Rogers nodded slowly. A knock on the door caught their attention. Fury set down his glass and laced his fingers together, resting his hands on his desk.

"Enter."

An agent strolled in, a young and haughty young woman named Samantha Hawthorn. She was a small thing with slim arms and legs, standing up at the proud height of 5'3. His a slender hand on her hip she cast both the Director and the Soldier a bored look, "I came to tell you that Tony Stark would be arriving shortly, Agent Coulson said he was going to get our charge some breakfast before bringing her up. He seems ready to get her case situated."

"I see, thank you Agent Hawthorn. Is there anything else?" Fury asked, ignoring the look the soldier shot his way as he mumbled 'Stark?' under his breath. His blue eyes being slightly hopeful. His hopes would be dashed as soon as the wrong Stark shows up soon.

Right. Good friend of Tony's father.

Samantha's lips curled up into a pleasant grin, she brushed aside a lock of blonde hair from her face. "No, that should be about it."

"Do you know when Stark should be here?" Fury started to glance at some of the files that were left on his desk.

"Just about right now." A new voice chimed.

All three of the rooms occupants turned to look at the new arrival. Tony Stark standing there in a slightly messy suit in all his glory. Taking off the shades he was wearing he flashed them all a winning smile. "Am I interrupting anything? If so, then don't mind me." Tony shoved his hands into his pockets and claimed a seat right in front of Fury's desk, sending the soldier a sideways glance as he did so.

"I gotta say, Stark. You broke the record on being early for once." Fury quipped, grudgingly impressed.

"That's what happens when you fly to places. Much faster." Tony shot back.

"Is he...?" Rogers decided to intervene. He was standing near the side of the desk now. Blue eyes studying the Billionaire closely.

"Is he Howard Stark's son? Yes, he is." Both of Tony's brows shot up when Fury answered. A frown tugged at his lips at the mere mention of his father's name and spoke directly to the captain. "Do I know you?" He asked, almost rudely.

Rogers stood up a little straighter, "No, you don't." He said with forced politeness. "But I knew your father."

"Awesome. There was many who knew him." Tony replied, sarcasm dripping off every word. Rogers bristled at the clear dismissal, before anything could happen Fury addressed the only agent in the room.

"Do you mind bringing the captain to his quarters? I will have to debrief him later." Fury shot the soldier a look telling him to stand down for now.

"Of course," Going to the door, Samantha held it open. "This way to your room, sir."

Rogers shot a look between the Director and the Billionaire before slowly following the woman out of the room. With the Agent and the Super Soldier gone, Fury got right down to business that needed to be done. "So, from what we were going on about this morning let's finish." he started. Tony seemed to ease down now that the captain was out of the room.

"I was thinking about taking her out of your hands."

"Excuse me?" Fury's lone eye widened. Suddenly intrigued.

"Irene Hawkins. You know, the musical genius that's under lock and key? That one." Tony explained, sounding rather serious. "I want you to transfer her from your custody to mine."

Fury's expression darkened, his voice rising. "And since when did you decide that you had the authority to demand such things? You don't even know what you are talking about, so before you decide to be 'prince charming' in shining fucking armor I suggest you learn the situation first before making demands." The Billionaire's brown eyes bore daggers into him. They stared at each other heatedly, daring the other to look away first.

"I know for a fact that that the girl in your cell has an identical twin. You didn't correct me for calling her Irene, therefore she must be the real one and the one currently parading in London is her sister. Since 'Liera' is dead, the world only knows of one of their existence." Tony deduced, his expression saying 'damn I'm good'.

Fury's lips pressed together, nodding his head slowly. He pulled out one of the many files from his desk drawers, selecting Irene's. Opening the file folder he selected the one with Irene's personal information and slide it over to Tony. The Billionaire swiped it up and scanned over it quickly, Fury could see the wheels literally turning in the man's head as he processed this new information. Tony ran rubbed his chin for a moment, peeking over the paper.

"She came to us for help in exchange for information. Don't ask because its classified and you don't have the clearance." Fury held up a finger in warning, "No hacking to find out either. We were investigating something up in Canada and we ended up at Irene's property. Her father wasn't really happy, not that it stopped us anyways. Give or take about a week into the investigation something happened, and it sent Irene running. Agent Coulson heard the report that she ran to a diner in a near by town, there was a massive bruise on her cheek. Her father has been hitting her from the looks of it. She's very sick, Stark. How sick? We don't really know, she has her medicine for now but she would need to find someone to give her a new prescription sooner or later. The poor girl has been through a lot, missed many things. Never went to school, never made any friends, she was like those damn cliche princesses locked up in a tower. So we struck a deal. Information for protection, she provided it and we shall keep our word." The severity of his tone managed to keep the Billionaire's mouth shut during his whole speech. Pleased that he got the point through he leaned back in his office chair.

"Even without proper education, she is very bright. That much I can tell." Tony hummed, his head tilting to the side.

"Indeed she is, she has much potential if nurtured properly." Fury conceded.

Coulson strode into the room. His brows shot up when he spotted Tony but nodded his head politely to Fury. "Welcome back, sir." Phil ended up right next to Fury, standing at his right, where he was suppose to be. He gave a pointed look to Tony with squinted eyes, "Stark." He greeted.

"Agent." Tony acknowledged.

"Since your here, I'm guessing Miss. Hawkins will be on her way?" The Director shifted a little so he could see his agent.

Phil checked the silver watch on his wrist. "Give or take in around thirty minutes or less."

Tony seemed to brighten up like a kid on Christmas. "Excellent timing! Perfect amount of time to negotiate the terms."

Phil gave them a startled look. "Negotiations? Negotiations for what?" He questioned, slightly muddled.

Fury waved his hand snootily at Tony, sneering. "He wants to take Miss. Hawkins out of our hands, for what reason I don't really know."

Tony shrugged. "She needs to make a living somehow, and I doubt she is S.H.I.E.L.D. material."

Both the Director and the Agent grimaced. Stark had a good point, she wouldn't be able to stay with them at S.H.I.E.L.D. there was just no way. They weren't sure what to really do with her. And they really didn't have the time now that project P.E.G.A.S.U.S. was a go, and that now the Captain was awake. They needed to focus one the more important things. They shared a look with each other.

"And just...what are you suggesting?" Phil questioned.

Tony shot them a winning smile, "I knew you'd agree!" He clapped his hands together, his white teeth flashing at them. "Since she doesn't have any proper education, I'm proposing an internship with Stark Industries. Have her test the waters, I will pay her to learn and in return I only want one thing."

"What would that be?" Fury instantly became wary.

Tony tsk'd "Don't look at me like that, Patches. The only thing I want is for her to compose the best sympathy for Pepper's birthday! Pep, is a big fan apparently!"

Fury shot him a look of utter disbelief. "You're telling me you're offering her a spot in your company if she agrees to compose some squiggly notes on some paper?"

"For Pepper." Tony added, smiling roguishly.

"Why am I not surprised that you had a motive behind this, Stark?" Phil butted in, looking mildly disappointed in the younger man before him.

Tony shrugged his shoulders, looking rather bored now "I call it a win-win. I take the girl off your hands and you don't have to worry about her, on the other hand I get a new intern AND a future present for Pepper."

"You have a strange way of doing things, Stark." Fury commented dryly.

Before the Billionaire could snap back, someone knocked at the door. Glaring at everyone to keep silent, Fury sat himself up a little straighter and called them in. Two young agents came bustling in. A young woman and a young man. "We brought Miss. Hawkins for you, sir." The stern female agent reported. She nodded her head with respect, her male partner following suit rather quickly, if not slightly more clumsily.

"I see, thank you. Return to your posts for now." He commanded.

The two agents saluted. The woman being the first to leave, the young man right on her heels as he sent a shy wave to someone just beyond the door. Then he could see the woman of interest peer into the office. Slowly she made her way in, her brown eyes glancing at each of them nervously. Her eyes stayed on Stark for the longest before she turned to look at him.

"Miss. Hawkins...glad you could join us." Fury welcomed.

The girl gave off a silent laughter, no doubt trying to ease the tension in the room. It was so thick he was sure he could cut it with a butter knife. She seemed worried about something, but whatever she was worried about didn't seem to hinder her as she signaled to him a simple thank you and that it was 'nice to see him again'. He snorted quietly, if he was in her shoes he wouldn't really be so fond of seeing the man who locked him up.

"Hey there, cutie." Stark wasted no time getting up in the girl's space, like a predator pouncing on its prey the girl's hands becoming prisoners in Stark's larger ones. It amused Fury to see the girl become skittish like a Doe, wanting to get away from Tony when the Billionaire kissed her knuckles in a gentlemanly fashion. It would have charmed most girls, but Irene was surprisingly holding her ground. It was great when he tried to introduce himself to the girl, trying to get her admiration and awe and was pleased when Stark's ego took a few massive blows when the Canadian girl didn't seem to impressed by him. Deciding to give the girl a break, and also having a lack of patience to get this day over and done with he shouted.

"Stark!" He pointed to the chair the Billionaire was occupying just moments before, "Get your ass back in that chair and leave her alone, she won't answer you."

Tony pouted like a spoiled child who was denied a new toy, "And why won't she answer?" He questioned indecorously.

Coulson chose to answer for him. "Because," he stared at Tony duly, "She happens to be a mute."

Irene slowly made her way to the of the chairs and sat herself down. A small frown marring her pink lips.

"Mute? J.A.R.V.I.S. never said she was a mute." Tony, who had reclaimed his chair thought that placing his feet on his desk was a good idea. Damn prick. One of these days he was just going to show up at Stark's house and just casually put his feet on something of value and see how he likes it.

Fury sighed, that man relied on that AI like a security blanket to much for his own good. He would wonder what would happen to the Billionaire if the AI was ripped out of his life for good. No doubt the man would experience some form of self-anarchy.

"Shouldn't believe everything on the internet, Stark." Coulson wisely said. Tony glowered at him.

Fury pushed Tony's feet off his desk, "Now, if we could stop acting like children and asking equally stupid questions I would like to skip to the point." He wanted all these damn people out of his office. Once this was done, he was going to go home, make a nice meal, eat a warm meal, and take a nice long nap.

Irene made some hand gestures.

"What point would that be, Director?" Coulson translated for them kindly.

Stark turned to the chestnut hair girl with the look of utter seriousness. "Point being: is that we want to offer you a job."

Bam, another chapter done! Hazah! I hope you guys like this one, more on Fury's point of view. And Steve has officially awoken! And he bumped into Stark? Oh my...

And yea I'm sorry if the ending was more like the previous chapter but it was just a build up of how why and Tony would come and offer Irene a job in the first place. Of course being Tony he always has a motive behind his actions. So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I can't believe it's March already, that makes it around...*looks at the date* 3rd of March there's a little less than two months until AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON! Jesus I'm so excited to see it!

All those teaser trailers are just killing me! But I mean there's been a bunch of fantastic movies that came out like Guardians of the Galaxy, Theory of Everything, The Battle of the fives armies, The Intimidation Game, Kingsmen, I could talk to you all about movies all night if I could but I wouldn't want to bore you into tears or write something the size of a Harry Potter book about my love and fetish for cinema...I am also VERY excited about Tom Hiddleston's Crimson Peak, I'm not one for horrors (I'm a huge pansy) but for him as a lead actor and the Director of Pan's Labyrinth I decided to put aside my fear and go watch it when it hits theaters anyways . Back to the story, I hope you guys kind of have an insight to Irene's situation. Especially when it comes to family. I hope that some of you have already caught wind of a brewing conspiracy but I won't say anything if no one has yet. Also Robert Downy Jr is doing a fun donation of sorts, if you have a facebook you could see it on the Avenger's facebook page but if your willing to donate you could have a chance of winning to go see the first showing of the Avengers with Robert, for the donation itself they have a prize list (even full working iron man suits) so if you guys want go check it out. I donated myself so fingers crossed folks!

So thank you so much for reading this chapter my lovelies.

Review and tell me your thoughts, love, and go watch some of those movies I mentioned because they are awesome.