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Soap - Rainey Qualley

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I'm tired of being careful, gentle, trying to keep the water warm

Let me under your skin

Uh-oh, there it goes, I said too much, it overflowed

Why do I always spill?

I feel it coming out my throat

Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap

God, I wish I never spoke

Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap

"Bex, Neilsen, you're up!"

Becca's head popped up from where she was sitting on the outskirts of the training mat, surrounded by all the prospected agents. Her eyes immediately locked with the man called Garrett Neilsen across from her, who was pulling himself up.

"Come on, Bex. What are you waiting for?" Agent Brock Rumlow stood in the middle of the mat. He was a STRIKE team commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. and at the moment was appointed their chief of command for training. Sure, he had quite the accomplishments, but it seemed to Becca that she was getting the absolute worst from him. "Let's go princess!" And there was the vile he seemed to throw at her.

She glared at him while pulling herself off the ground. Becca unzipped the black hoodie from her body and let it drop to where she was once sitting. The agents started off with grappling each other as Rumlow requested, then move onto different holds. The two dodged hooks and the other trying to kick the legs out from under their opponent. That was until Becca was able to knock Garrett on his back.

Becca flipped over, pinning Garrett to the ground with her forearm against his throat and legs pinning down his thighs. "You give?"

Garrett sighed, tapping her thigh out. "Only for you."

She smirked and stood up. "Good to hear." She gave him a hand and helped him up.

He smiled down to her, as he finally stood over her. "Don't get used to it." Her smirk turned higher as the two continued to stare at each other.

"Enough! Everyone's done for the day." Rumlow called out towards the group, but his eyes focused on the two still in the center of the mat who just jumped back from each other. "Stark, you were sloppy in your moves."

"It's Bex." She tightened her ponytail, trying to be civil with the name called out.

"Excuse me?" He barked back at her.

She raised an eyebrow, watching her coworkers flow around to grab their stuff and slowly exit. "Which one?"

"All of them." The commander grabbed his folders off the ground that had all the rookie's information in it.

"All of them!" Becca's eyes went wide, even hearing her voice raise. "I took down Garrett."

"Lower your voice, recruit." He stalked over to her, making sure his point was heard. "You were all over the place, there was no routine to your moves. I understand you're getting special treatment and everything because you're a Stark and all but that won't help you when you're actually out on the field." He belittled her, but Becca just took it. "I don't know what you and your superior have actually worked on, but it looks like nothing."

"Nothing, ayy, Rumlow?" Both of their heads whipped up to the staircase seeing Clint descending them. At the sight of the higher agent the other recruits immediately made their way out of the room as soon as they could. "Because it seems to me that Agent Bex here was just promoted. Again." Clint came to stand between the two, face to face with Rumlow. "So why don't you go work harder with the ones your trying to persuade onto your team."

Becca couldn't help the grin that she was desperately trying to hold back at the sight of Rumlow getting torn apart by her Handler. It's seldom to see Clint go after one of his own team members, but he wasn't about to let all the hard work Becca had done over the past year be washed away by some brawn over brain. Brock merely nodded at Clint and left the two.

"You good?" Clint's eyes finally found hers, turning himself entirely away from Rumlow who was leaving.

Becca nodded. "Just the normal degrading. I'm used to it by now." She walked away to grab her hoodie, missing Clint's facial expression.

"Don't listen to a thing that comes out of his mouth, Rebecca."

The sound of him using her full name grabbed her attention again. "You don't have to worry about that, Clint." She looked back to him with a smile. "I've dealt with this my entire life. It's no point in getting angry with someone who doesn't know you."

He just stood there for a second letting those words sink in, putting more of a light on the person she was. It gave him more insight of where he saw her future unfolding. "Don't ever lose that."

"What?"

"Your compassion. If I teach you anything, I hope that you take away the fact that just because you are supposed to hunt someone down doesn't mean you should not feel remorse of some type." He gently squeezed her shoulder in a comforting way to her. "The second you feel nothing, I want you to get out. You understand me?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip into her mouth. The fact that she got to see this side of Clint Barton meant something.

"Let's get out of here." He directed them out of the training room and into the hallway.

"How was the mission?" She asked, pulling her hoodie back on. S.H.I.E.L.D. was not a warm place. She had a feeling Fury did that on purpose. Don't keep a place too warm or it will make people want to stay around.

"Just an in and out. Quick and easy." They got into the elevator to head up to the offices. "You here for the rest of the day?"

"Mhmm. It's summer so I'm free of class."

"Good, I need you to fill out some paperwork."

"For what?"

Clint merely smirked at her before exiting the elevator, letting her follow.

"Really? Now you go silent?" She chased after him like his shadow. He just kept walking until they got to Natasha and his office door.

"After you." He motioned towards the closed door.

Becca gave him a side eye before pushing the heavy wooden door open. She was immediately taken back by Natasha and Coulsen laughing on the other side, but also the addition of another desk added. "What's going on?" It seemed she was asking that quite a bit today.

"You didn't tell her?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at her counterpart who just entered the room behind Becca.

"Didn't get that far yet, Nat." He glared at her before turning his attention back to the younger girl. "So, I wasn't lying when I said you were ranking up earlier. You have officially been training here for a full year now. Constantly working hard. Going above and beyond what's entitled for-"

"-Oh, for the love of god, Barton!" The fiery red head was beyond annoyed with his drawing out of the situation.

"Fine, your clearance has been ranked to level 4. Congratulations." He rolled his eyes, plopping down in the chair at his desk. It was a big deal and he was proud of her, but that clearly didn't go the way he wanted.

Becca on the other hand was shell shocked. She knew what Level 4 entailed and she had no idea she would get there so soon. "Seriously?" She looked at each of her superiors in the room.

Coulson nodded. "Welcome to STRIKE Team Delta."

"And what does that entail exactly?"

"Well, besides being just as a call on the STIRKE Team, you will be more focused on working with these two on missions." The Agent pointed back and forth from the two assassins in the room.

For whatever reason, she was mostly silent. When she started this a year ago and as she continued to grow and learn in the organization, it hadn't felt like she could actually be a legitimate agent one day. But here she was, being offered something that most people in this building would never see in their lifetime.

"So…what do you think?" Natasha asked, pulling the younger woman out of her headspace.

"I-I'm…I'm honored." Becca became even more flabbergasted with words, but something else came to the forefront of her mind. "But, how does this work? I still have a year left of school."

"And we understand that." Coulson sat down on the edge of Natasha's desk on the far left. "You've been playing double life now and you've been doing a bang-up job at it. You are going to keep up with the same lifestyle for your last year of college. But once you graduate we want you here full time. This will be your one and only job. Understand?"

If he was expecting some type of hesitation from her, there was now. "Absolutely. I completely understand."

"Great, can I pop this sucker now?" Natasha, the ever patient, presented a bottle of champagne.

The four cheered with a glass in hand, Becca letting the bubbling liquid fill up her insides. As the three continued chatting and laughing with one another, an easiness that she didn't take for granted with the people that have become so much more to her than colleagues the past year, she walked around to her new desk. It was a normal looking work desk, folders set up on one side with a desktop computer on the right. Before she could look through the drawers to keep searching, the paperwork caught her eye.

The beginning was normal, wording that she had seen before; her full name, agent name, date of birth, location, and so on. But there were 2 new segments. One filled out with her affiliation with STRIKE Team Delta and her code name. Clint was named Hawkeye and Natasha had Black Widow, but she had always thought she would just stick with Agent Bex. But as she read the word it perfectly explained her place on this team, what Clint had been training her on.

With her eyes wide with emotion, Becca looked up to see her handler already looking back at her. He gave her a soft smile and raised his glass to her. She smiled back at him before looking down at the name again.

Lithe.

"Happy Birthday to Becca. Happy Birthday to you!"

"Make a wish, baby girl." Tony said across the table.

Said girl smiled bright as the candles on the small birthday cake in front of her shimmered in her eyes. She closed those same hazel eyes for a split second, making her silent wish, before opening them again and blowing out the fire. The small group of people clapped and cheered, the waiter coming over to take the cake and cut pieces out of it.

"So, what did you wish for?" Her father asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"I'm not telling you." Becca licked the icing off her finger from the piece the waiter had set in front of her.

"You gonna tell your favorite uncle?" Rhodey smiled, who was on the left of her at their square table in the restaurant.

"You're as bad as he is!" Pepper exclaimed from the last spot at the table, pointing back and forth between the 2 men.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Tony acted dumb, biting a piece of cake off his fork.

"Never do." Becca gave the sass right back to her dad.

"So, it's been a few years now, how's New York treating you, Bec?" The question coming from the Colonel.

She nodded excitedly, swallowing the sweet dessert fast. "It's still going great. Julliard gave me another summer position, so I'm at least making money while I'm waiting for my last year." And the lies just come so easily.

"What does your last year of school look like?"

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at her uncle. "Higher classes. Learning more about movement, techniques, stuff like that. My big thing is I have to put together a performance for the end of the year."

"That shouldn't be a problem." Pepper spoke up. "I've watched you make up your own performance for years."

"Yes, but this time I have to teach an entire routine to a group of people."

"You're going to do a fantastic job." Tony leaned back in his chair looking at his daughter. "You're a Stark, it's what we do."

At that comment, she gave him a pushed smile before looking down at the piece of cake on her plate. And seamlessly after that comment, a person came to gush over her father, or Iron Man, for the fourth time now that evening.

When Tony called his daughter up to figure out arrangements for her birthday, she didn't want to go out to a restaurant or anything big like that, but that was immediately shot down. Tony had to pick the high scale Italian restaurant that of course was packed on a Friday night, and eyes immediately on the family. She hadn't seen them all that much since Christmas, so she wasn't going to say no to being with them. It was just slightly bothering her with the new attention her father was getting. She was used to it her whole life, it was just heightened even more now.

"What happen to your wrist, Rebecca?"

The girl's head popped back up at Pepper's question, noticing the stranger was gone and all eyes at the table were on her.

"Hmm?"

"Your wrist." Pepper pointed at her left wrist.

Becca looked down to see where her bracelets had fallen and the flesh colored band-aid was now visible. "I'm such a klutz, I swear, I don't know how I'm a dancer." She laughed, gathering a chuckle out of the rest of the table. "I wasn't paying attention getting on the subway last week and scrapped the hell out of my wrist on the seat."

"I hope you got a tetanus shot for that. You might turn radioactive." Tony deadpanned.

"I don't know, I think I'm turning into a mutant." Her eyebrows shot up at the thought.

"You're not the only 'superhero' of the family, Tony." Rhodey winked at his niece.

She laughed but the story was once again a fib. In fact, a mission she was on a week ago was what actually happen to her wrist. It was a simple in and out job, she had to stop a small group that was trying to infiltrate their phone system. One of the guys nipped her wrist with a stupid pocket knife, and once she saw the small cut, all bets were off. She took the small group down in a matter of seconds.

The sound of her phone dinging, took her attention. She was half expecting to be called out for a mission, but was surprised to see her friend, Eve's name, on the screen instead. She read the message quickly, to not be rude.

"Boyfriend calling?" The elder Stark joked.

"I definitely don't have one of those. It's just Eve. There's a party tonight, and she was asking if I wanted to go."

And that's when she knew she went wrong. Her father's eyes lit up and she was now no matter what going to this party. He was going to make sure his daughter got out more and tried to have more of a good time in life. And that brought her to where she was now.

Becca looked at the tall building in front of her, seeing the bright lights coming out of the 5th story windows where the party was taking place. She wasn't a big party person, never had been. In high school when her classmates were talking about the weekend party at so and so's house, she was always on the outside of the conversation. Usually skipping them to spend her time in the dance studio or reading her obscure books that no one else was into or spending time in her father's lab.

Eve tried to change this when she became friends with Becca. Becca had gone to a few parties in the three years she had been to Julliard now, but she would be the last person to arrive and first person to leave. She could say she was there and then she was out. Not that she had that much time anyways with her studies and SHIELD.

A very drunken couple broke her concentration as they stumbled their way out of the building and started down the sidewalk away from her. She watched them for a split second just to make sure they were about to drive, her newly over observations taking over. She finally took a deep breath and made her way into the building.

Her converse squeaked against the stairs as she started her long ascent up the stairwell. The elevator was clear and she could have taken it, but she decided to waste as much time as possible by herself. With each floor she got to, her fingers continued to play with the small knife she had attached to her belt on her jean shorts. She knew she wasn't going to have to use it, but it became second nature to start carrying wherever she went.

The bass beat met her automatically upon entering the apartment. There were 20somethings everywhere. Some dancing, some holding the traditional red solo cup in their hands, and mostly everyone laughing and talking. She smiled at the few people she knew from classes, getting a legit hello from her fellow dancers.

"Becca! You made it!" The tall blonde, Eve, came rushing over. Her hand dragging her boyfriend, and the host, Taylor along with her.

"Yeah, better late than never I guess." Becca smiled, looking at the drunk twentysomethings all around them. "Thanks for having me, Taylor."

"No problem. Happy Birthday by the way." The shaggy haired boy rose his cup up to her in a salute.

"Yes, Birthday! Birthday shots!" Eve had now taken Becca's hand to drag across the room towards the table that was set up with bottles of alcohol along with cups and shot glasses. Eve hastily poured out 3 shots of Birthday Cake Smirnoff, that Eve said was "the closest thing I can get to an actual cake for you".

The three cheers and quickly took back the shot, Becca's face puckering from the harsh liquid burning her tongue and throat. She was never a vodka person, much more preferred whiskey or dry red wine.

"How was dinner?"

Becca shrugged, while denying a red cup of whatever juice was made tonight. "The usual family drama. My father being over-the-top while Rhodey and Pepper stayed out of the middle."

"Honestly, what's it like to have your dad be Iron Man. That's like so cool." Taylor questioned with a fan type of enthusiasm in his voice.

Before Becca could answer a bigger guy came over, clearly not sober. "Woah, wait you're Rebecca Stark?"

"Um, yeah-"

"-Holy shit. Yo, my friends are never going to believe that I'm actually at the same party as you. Yo, you got to let me take a picture with you." He fumbled his phone out of his pocket.

"I appreciate it but, I'd rather not."

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." His hand rested now against her shoulder.

"Adam, stop. This is supposed to be lowkey." Taylor tried to stop the guy, now known as Adam.

"It's just a stupid picture." He argued back.

"Please, no." Becca tried to gently push his arm away.

"It'll just take a second." This time pulling her entire body against his.

That's when something turned in Becca. She did some swift shots to his body and flung him around until his back was on the ground.

Staring down at the guy on the floor is when it all clicked on what she just did. The music was still playing, but it was silent as everyone in the party stared wide-eyed at the scene she just caused. Becca quickly stood up, before backing out of the apartment, not saying a word and started running down the stairs.

She didn't stop until she was standing outside of the building, standing like a stone as she heard Eve's voice coming up behind her. "Becca, stop."

"I'm sorry." The brunette turned around seeing the shocked look still etched on her friend's face.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Eve's arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I don't know. Something just snapped, and that guy-"

"-That's Adam, he's a professional asshole. He deserved that." She waved a hand in between them to move on from what happen upstairs. "I mean with you. You've been acting so strange lately."

Becca shook her head, trying to ignore the people that were walking around them. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about ever since we got back to school last year you've been off. You randomly disappear for days at a time, you'll always take weird secretive phone calls. Like I understand your dad is Iron Man now and all and I bet…" Eve suddenly stopped talking shaking her head in disgust. "No, actually I don't know what hell that feels like, so I'm sorry for that-"

"-Eve-"

"-but as your one true friend you have in this city, I'm going to say this as nice as possible. You need to get out of your own way." She shrugged her shoulders, hands coming to rest on her hips. "Stop trying to be and do everything. You keep pushing people away like you do, you're going to be left with nothing in the end."

She had nothing to say, only watch the one true and honest friend she had made walk away from her. And possibly out of her life. Was this what she had to expect now? The only thing she had been doing for the past year was lie. Lying to her family, her friends, everyone outside of one organizations. Was it worth it? What was she going to lose out of it?

"You lost, little lady?"

Becca didn't realize the question was directed towards her until she saw Garrett enter her peripheral vision. She had to blink a few times, pulling her thoughts out of the cloud she had just entered.

"You okay, Bex?"

She cleared her throat, putting a small smile back on her lips. "What are you doing here?"

"On my way to the bar up the street, meeting up with some friends." He saw the way her body language had changed from distraught when he first walked up to now. Like she was trying to hide everything. "You sure you're okay?"

Becca opened her mouth ready to lie once again, but she changed her mind halfway through. "No, actually. I'm not."

Garrett rubbed his hands together, not expecting her to actually admit it to him. Him and Becca were fair acquaintances at best. They were always friendly to each other at SHIELD and would always help the other if need be. But until now they had been strictly colleagues; never have any interaction outside of the tall building. "You want to talk about it?"

"It's just been an overall sucky day for a birthday."

"Wait? It's your birthday?" His eyes widened and his thick city accent came out. "Well that's just unacceptable! We have to change that."

She shook her head, not wanting to drag him into any of her drama that had followed her so far this evening. "It's okay. I'm ready to just go home and eat my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry's."

He watched her for a second, seeing her eyes drifting all over the place. "How about this, you come with me down to the bar for just one drink and meet some new people. If you're still not feeling it, you can leave immediately. No questions asked." Garrett smiled when her eyes finally found his again. They squinted at him in apprehension.

"One drink and then I can leave?"

"One drink and then you can take the night on by yourself."

Becca thought about it for another second, before finally nodding, getting a large smile and a clap of the hands from him. His energy got a laugh and smile out of her. "It better be one good drink."

He led her down the street towards his original destination. "Whatever you want, Bex."

"It's Becca."

"What?"

She glanced up at him. "You can call me Becca outside of SHIELD."

This gained another smile from him. And they were very contagious. "Whatever you want, Becca."

Becca walked up the stone stairs to the large double oak doors, trying to get her grip on where she was. Taking one last deep breath, the brunette opened the door and walked across the marble lament floors, her converse squeaking with each step. Older individuals were placed through the main room, doing their own thing with soft smiles on their faces. Becca finally regained her thoughts and went to the front desk a few feet away from her.

"Can I help you miss?" A mahogany color-haired woman, a few years older than she was, addressed her.

"Hi, I was hoping to meet with Ms. Margaret Carter." Becca gave her a sweet smile, but was given back an uncertain look.

"Well, does Ms. Carter know of this visit?" The women looked over the log book in front of her.

"Oh, no I didn't realize I would need to set something up. I haven't seen her in a long time and I wanted to surprise her." Lying really was becoming second nature at this point.

She thought about it for a second, but finally nodded telling Becca to follow her. "Now I ask if she doesn't want to see you that you please leave. Some days are better than others."

The young girl raised an eyebrow at the statement. "What do you mean?"

"Ms. Carter has the starting of dementia."

Becca didn't know how to respond to this information. She just quietly followed the worker out into the garden. She took notice to an older woman with her back towards them, sitting at a small two-person white iron table. Becca could make out a book resting in her hands.

"Ms. Carter, you have a visitor." The nurse announced once they were next to her.

Said woman looked up from her book to glance over the two ladies. Her eyes staying on Becca and a smile gracing her lips. "Hello, dear."

Becca swallowed quickly before greeting her back with a smile as well. "Hello, I'm Rebecca."

"Oh darling, I know who you are." Peggy rested her book down on the table. "I might have a few screws loose but I can still get by just fine. Darlene, would you please get some ice tea for my company and I please?" The worker nodded, before heading back inside. "Sit, please."

Becca did as she was told, allowing her bag to rest at her feet. "So, you know who I am?"

"I would recognize a Stark anywhere. It is nice to finally meet the next generation."

"Well it's an honor to meet you as well."

Peggy waved a hand at her as Darlene set the drinks down on the table in front of them. "Well, you definitely have the charm, don't you?"

"That part is for sure genetic." Becca smiled, getting a laugh from the older woman.

"I'm quite surprised to meet you finally. Your grandfather wanted to keep Anthony out of this part of the world."

The younger woman took a sip of her drink and shook her head. "My father doesn't know that I'm here. In fact, he doesn't know I'm working with SHIELD, period."

"A young lady after my own heart." The former commander took a second to study her. "Why are you here, Rebecca?"

"I believe I'm here for some questions that I hope you can answer…"

"But?" Peggy could feel her hesitation.

"But…I honestly just wanted to meet you."

"Well I'm glad you did. I've been watching you and your father grow from afar. And I must say Anthony reminds me in every way of your grandfather at that age." She laughed at the thought, then turned to fully look over Becca. "But you…you have grown into such a beautiful, young woman, all the Stark smarts without the pettiness. It's absolutely radiant on you."

Becca couldn't help the deep blush that grew from her neck into her cheeks. She had heard compliments from many before, but something about this role-model of a woman severely made her mute.

"So, go ahead, darling. Ask away." Peggy drank some of her ice tea, allowing the sun to warm her over.

"What was my grandfather like? I was so young when he died, and what I do remember he was always working."

"Mhmm, that was Howard in the last years. Constantly working, always wanting to be the first for everything."

Becca tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "But he wasn't always like that?"

"Oh, dear no. There were plenty of times I was ready to throw Howard off a bridge from him getting on my nerves about one thing or another. The playboy extraordinaire he was." They laughed at the thought. "But still after everything that we went through, and that he put people through, we were partners. We created this organization that, if anything, helped even if just a small amount."

"Honestly when I first found out about SHIELD I was beyond confused. For my whole life Stark Industries has been such a big deal, but then finding out that this completely other world it's just…it's almost overwhelming."

"Why did you join SHIELD?"

The young Stark had to sit for a second to think over her decision. She honestly never fully thought about why, she just was game for it since the beginning. But why? "Since I found out this organization there was no other thought in my mind on joining. Director Fury explained to me grandfather's hope of me helping and that's all I needed to hear. I've never been all that great in the lab like him and my father. I can hold my own, but not like them. The idea of helping people, in somehow or someway, that really struck out to me."

"Do you think of yourself as a caretaker, Rebecca?" Peggy moved in her chair to now fully face her.

"I would say so, in sorts."

The silver haired woman smiled softly at her shy agreement, clearly not a person who likes to label themselves. "I agreed to helping Howard and Colonel Phillips with creating SHIELD, because quite honestly, I was worried with the what the government was thinking of doing after Project Rebirth."

"Captain America?"

Peggy nodded, looking down for a second to regain her emotions before continuing. "We had lost the serum that transformed Steve Rogers into the man everyone still tries to live up to. But he was that hero before the serum was ever used, not many know that though."

"Why were you worried?"

"Because even though we didn't have the serum anymore they had taken a few samples of his blood and I was worried on what they might try to do with it. Your grandfather had a sample as well, but after a fight I poured it into the water under the Brooklyn Bridge." Becca wasn't expecting her to admit that, because she was sure no one knew of that major detail. "Steve saved us all, and he deserved to be put to rest for once and for all." Peggy sat forward grabbing a hold of Becca's hand. "I'm telling you this because I know you'll do good work for this organization."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're not like the rest of them, darling. I'm sure you did your own deep digging to find yourself sitting in front of me right now. Am I right?"

Becca's sheepish nod gave her away. She dug deep into SHIELDs intel that brought her to Washington, D.C. today. She was supposed to come down and get acquainted with the Triskelion, primary headquarters for SHIELD. As she started her search, she could tell Peggy's information had an indentation to it. It had said she had retired and went back to Britain, but she was able to search past that to this retirement home they were at right now.

"I'm sorry if I violated your privacy-"

"-You did absolutely no thing." Peggy patted her hand, before picking up her ice tea again. "I know things are happening with my mind, and there isn't a way for me to stop it. But I'm glad to have met you and was able to give a little insight before you strive in this world."

"Well I thank you for seeing me." She grinned, but was cut off by the sound of her phone dinging. Her SHIELD phone. "I'm sorry." Becca apologized grabbing the phone out of her bag.

"Duty calls."

"I believe so." It was a simple message from Clint saying to get back to New York ASAP. "I'm sorry for having to cut this short."

"No worries, darling." Peggy waved a hand to tell her it was okay. "Go take care of the world."

Becca thanked her again before getting up and pulling her bag back on her shoulder.

"Rebecca, one last thing." She turned back to Agent Carter to listen. "Who is your mother, by chance?"

She cleared her throat, her grip getting tighter on her bag. "I-um…I don't know."

"Oh, it's just you remind me so much of a woman I use to know."

Becca gave her one last smile and then headed out. The talk of her mother was never something that got brought up, so Peggy asking about it now took her by surprise. Was her mother's history somehow involved with her grandfather's and Peggy's past as well?

Rebecca rushed into the hospital, eyes floating everywhere not being able to stay on one thing long. She quickly found the stairwell and took the steps two at a time up, getting up to the 3rd floor in record time. She navigated the hallway, dodging nurses and doctors with each turn, before finally finding Deputy Director Maria Hill standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Bex, thank god." Maria sighed, her arms holding stress where she had them crossed at her chest.

"What happen?" Becca finally found herself in front of the Deputy Director.

"The mission in Iran went wrong. She's okay, but she's going to be out for a while."

The hazel eyed girl looked to her left to try to see inside the hospital room. "Can I see her?"

Maria nodded, before moving out of her way. Becca cautiously opened the door, the lights were off and the only light was shining in through the blinds that were semi open. Coulson was leaning in the corner, arms crossed while Clint sat next to the bed.

"Well, you're a sight for sore eyes, or sore abdomen at that." Natasha's voice was hoarse from her spot in the hospital bed. Her usual vibrant red hair, looked almost muted against the starch white pillows.

"Hey, how you feelin'?" Becca took a seat on the bed next to her feet on the same side Clint was stationed on.

"Like I got shot through the stomach." She groaned, moving just a slight inch gave her pain.

"Literally." Clint grumbled, but still couldn't help a small chuckle at his partner.

"What happen?"

"Got the scientist out, but my car was pushed off a cliff. I guess the person that did it didn't like the fact that we survived that and then killed the scientist by shooting through me." Natasha lifted up the blanket to show Becca where the gauze was placed over her left hipbone.

"We're going to figure this out, Natasha." Coulson finally spoke up from his spot. "There's got to be a reason someone else was after the scientist."

"You didn't see who it was?" Becca asked softly.

The redhead shook her head. "He had on a mask…but he moved differently than a normal spy or assassin."

"Well he now has a target on his back from us." Clint was nerved by the fact that his friend was laid up in the bed, and possibly had a hit out for her.

"Oh, I'm going to find him," Natasha's voice turned back to her usual hostile self, "he's going to wish he never did this."

How big of a deal will Garrett be in Becca's life & how will Peggy's words affect her future?

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