I was allowed off of the gurney and I also got my neck brace off after a brief check up by one of SHIELDs medical advisers. Apparently the guys SHIELD brings in are about fifty times more superior to the ones at the local hospitals because they were able to realize that just because I hit my head doesn't mean I had neck damage. Thank god, that brace was getting irritating.
The woman in leather and the man in blue were in there when I was examined. The woman had suffered a head wound that looked a bit recent. She must've been all right though because she was carrying on a conversation with the blue guy.

"Steve," Blue-guy now has a name. Cool. "I'm fine it isn't as bad as it looks. Cuts on the head rarely are."

"I realize that Agent Romanov," Leather-lady had one too. "Doesn't mean I can't worry about it. I'm old school like that."

"I wonder why. I think it is proper for you to call me Natasha, lose the 'Agent' at least. I mean we just saved New York."

Huh.

"I think we've got an eavesdropper."

Oh crap.

"I do too."

Double crap.

"What's your name son?"

I realized that he was talking to me but my brain couldn't put two-and-two together to realize that I should respond.

Fortunately my mouth runs on auto-pilot sometimes.

"David Blackstone. Sorry about that. It's a bad habit."

"It's alright." Agent Romanov said. I wasn't going to refer to her by her first name until I got to actually know her. If I got to know her, she seemed to be like a celebrity. Both of them actually. "Sometimes it can pay off. I'm Natasha Romanov." She introduced herself to me that way I will refer to her as that.

"I'm Steve Rogers." They both had a slightly puzzled look. Steve walked forward and offered his hand. I shook it.

I didn't realize it but I had just made the acquaintance of real life superheroes.

We chatted about nothing much while a doctor sewed the cut on Natasha's head shut. Her hair would cover the small scar that would appear.

"So what are you doing here?" Natasha asked, "I don't mean to be rude but my reason is obvious, and Steve is playing the protective 1940's role." At this Steve turned a bit pink and looked away. I didn't see it but Natasha did. Natasha has to many syllables, Tasha it is then.

"There was an explosion. I jumped behind a counter and hit my head. Knocked over the cashier lady in the process." I told them the truth, maybe not the correct order but the correct order was just a touch unexplainable . They would've believed it had I known what they had just gotten through. But I didn't know.

"That's impressive." Steve said.

"It is. But that's not quite what I meant. What are you doing here, in SHIELD Headquarters?"

Oh, that.

"I don't know." Truth. "Commander Fury told me he wanted to talk to me in a safe place. I didn't question him, he seems imposing."

They shared a look. Something in that look said that they fully understood what I was talking about, and a whole lot more.

"That's probably the smart thing to do. But it might not be the right thing."Steve said. Natasha didn't say anything.

"Why is that?"

"Fury is..."

"...Not totally trustworthy. He left out information that would've been vital to the understanding of our mission." Natasha finished for him.

"Mission?"

"You didn't happen to pass out when you hit your head did you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That explains quite a bit. While you were passed-out an alien race invaded New York."

"Oh." I tried to some what subtly look around for the name of the room I was in. Maybe I was psychological care and no-one told me. No such luck.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing just wondering what section of the building I'm in."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Because you guys have got to be either joking or insane."

Natasha looked as though she were about to try and kick my ass. Steve just chuckled.

"I bet you ten bucks its true."

I didn't say anything. I didn't have to a nurse turned on the TV and said "pay up."

I didn't say anything again. This time not out of indignation but out of shock and dismay. The first thing

I saw was a woman in a very battered T-shirt being interviewed by a man whose hair screamed I'm absolutely not compensating for anything! you could tell the woman was at least a little concerned about it but she didn't want to deflate his ego.

The nurse had turned the TV on mid-conversation but I didn't really care about what they were saying because draped over the railing behind them was a purple humanoid... thing. there was an arrow sticking out of the aliens ass and its hand (which had far too many fingers) was clutching it as though it got shot in the ass and then the face. Which would've been hilarious but behind the humiliated alien I could see the buildings on one side of the street and there was like a humongous rolly-polly like alien sticking out of the third of fourth floor of one of the buildings.

"Oh Clint." Natasha said as I slowly reached into my back pocket for my wallet.

"The world gets weird when you sleep. Right Cap'?" Commander Fury had apparently walked into the ward when we were distracted.

"Yes sir. Indeed it does. I was kidding when i made that bet." I had just offered him the tenner and now I was sheepishly putting it back.

"I see that you've already met some of the team."

I assumed that he was referring to the rest of the brightly colored "avengers" that I saw in the hallway. "More or less, sir." I didn't feel much like talking. But my mind has very little control over my mouth sometimes. "Sheesh aliens invade the planet and where am I? Unconscious on top of a Starbucks barrista."

They all started to laugh. Fury more readily than the others but only because he knew the full story. Or at least most of it. Hell, I still don't know the full story.

"What was that? Unconscious on a barrista, is this a thing now or am I just confused?" Steve asked.

"No Steve it isn't a thing now, I'm just as confused as you are." Tasha responded.

"David here shielded a waitress from an explosion with his body. As a result he was knocked out."
Fury wasn't telling them the whole story and I sensed that they knew that. I didn't know but I felt compelled to tell them at least what I knew.

"It wasn't exactly like that," Fury turned his head in my direction, "see I was talking with Rose, her uh her name was Rose, when I got a weird feeling like someone had just blown on my neck and I.. I just sort of knew that something bad was going to happen. So I told her to get behind cover and when she didn't I sort of tackled her jumping over the counter and knocking over all sorts of crap as well. I hit my head and when I woke up I had the worlds most useless nurse telling me everything I already knew. I finally learned what happened from a woman that basically accused me of everything except defaulting on my taxes."

They all stared at me. Steve and Tasha actually had open mouths (side note Steve actually had a bit of drool coming from the corner of his mouth) Fury had his mouth closed. I couldn't meet his eye. I think he felt that I had disobeyed an unspoken command.

"I hadn't initially planned on telling them that." Shit,now I was in for it. "Not until I received permission," Here it comes. "From you." WaitWhatDidYouJustSay? "I figured it Might be in their best interest for them to know about you. And what you might be able to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got a feeling that what you experienced before the car exploded wasn't a confined event. Have you ever heard of Extrasensory Perception?"

"ESP? You mean like psychics? Like," I put my fingers up to my temples, "You are thinking of a three. That kind of thing?"

"More along the lines of I pull a card out of a deck and you can tell me the number and suit."

"Oh, yeah. Why, you think that's what caused me to tackle Rose?"

"I and several others are beginning to think so."

"Oh."

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