With Cameron out of the way for now, it was Camilla's turn. She stood letting the body slump to the side the ugly red smearing across the white. She smirked,

"Hmmm, an improvement." Grasping his collar she hefted him on to the mattress. She pulled the knife from his chest the wet slippery sound it made as it was released from his flesh made her shudder. Taking his keys, and what looked to be a key card.

She threw a blanket over him, wiped the blade off on her scrub pants, the red staining the white once more. She glanced up the door open, and waiting for her to leave. She smirked gripping the knife in her hand she slipped out, closing the door on her would be murder and her cell. She turned then as the latch clicked shut her gaze fell to the observation room. The hum of the computers and machines greeted her. She pushed off from the door and ventured further away from her prison.

It was a lonely hallway, and from what she could tell she was alone. She found what looked to be a locker room. No guards, she was surprised to say the least but then again…With her other's lack of action they had most likely grown cocky. She smirked glad for the lapse in their judgment. She looked through each locker, none of them locked. She found a few items of use a large hoodie, sunglasses, tennis shoes, and a small keychain of pepper spray. She dressed and glanced out into the hallway once more. Still empty as usual, she slipped out of the room and to the exit.

Finding the door she took out the medic's keycard swiping it. She should have been expecting the security to be a bit more intense. She growled softly when the keypad beeped and inquired for a pin code. She racked her brain for any that seemed logical for the man. He lost someone but something told her it wouldn't be that person's date of birth then she recalled.

"Obsessed with New York…" She reached out and typed in the date, the door beeped confirmation and hissed open. She winced as the door slide aside and sunlight…beautiful sunlight filtered in. She stepped out and felt unfiltered air sweep through her hair. She smelled the ocean, it was some sort of docking area. Ships lulled in the lazy waves, seagulls cawed in the air. She moved away from the prison and out into the world once more. Keeping the sunglasses high up on her nose, she didn't want to draw unwanted attention so quickly after her escape. She paused at every corner in docking bay. Glancing ahead besides the dockworkers she was alone.

She reached the parking lot, checking the keys she had stolen from the medic she pressed the button a sleek Camaro beeped back in reply. Camilla smirked for the first time in many months; she felt her manic glee returning.

"Well at least he had a taste in cars."

Getting to the main highway, she found that they had traveled her quite a distance. Washington DC she recalled Shield headquarters was here, and she had a very big bone to pick with Nick Fury. As she sped along she kept glancing around the city seemed…off. Like it was gearing up for something, or better yet it was too calm. She parked the car a few blocks away from the building.

Leaving the keys in the ignition she deserted the car, and walked the rest of the way. She glanced around the main area. Armed guards, none of them looked like her friends from the holding facility, but she wasn't going to push her luck. She noticed a well dressed woman on her way to the building. Falling back into the shadows Camilla focused on the woman and began to hum. The woman paused her eyes glazing over. She commanded her to come to her location, acting like she had a phone call before going in. The woman obeyed with acting worthy of an Oscar.

Upon reaching her Camilla easily knocked her out undressing her and herself she slipped on the pencil skirt, heels and button up shirt. Camilla huffed,

"A little tight but it should do." Taking her purse with Shield keycard and pass she then turned her attention to the unconscious woman. She placed the woman in her hoodie and scrubs and pulled the hood over her head and then with a soft mutter of a spell the woman would be invisible to anyone passing by until she awoke.

She slipped in unnoticed, everyone milling about like ants in a farm. None of the conversations she picked up interested her. Something about pirates, an alleged terrorist in the African country of Wakanda, trivial information that was not privy to her current objective. She did hear quick conversations about the latest Captain America mission. Her fists clenched and tears nearly filled her eyes but she choked back the painful pressure in her throat and continued onward.

She didn't head for the elevator rather the stairs, she glanced around the room, as usually no one taking notice of her actions. Scanning the ID card which unlatched the door, she headed up. As she headed up she paused though, not sure which floor Fury's office would be on, she glanced up seeing to guards coming down. But she put on a smile and rushed up the steps to inquire.

"Excuse me?" Both guards halted in their conversation to watch warily as she approached.

"Yes Miss…?" She smiled keeping a few steps between them, even though they had the high ground.

"I'm sorry I'm brand new and I was looking for Director Fury's office—"
"Why are you taking the stairs?" She felt the smile falter a bit, but she had the sunglasses on so her eyes were blocked from view, as well as the annoyance that flashed through them.

"Gotta work off the extra pounds, know what I mean." She laughed and but men glanced at each other.

"And the glasses?" She giggled this time and pretended to survey the area before giving them a stage whispered.

"Well to celebrate the transfer, a few friends and I had a bit too much fun last night." Both chuckled at this and one stepped down the few remaining steps and held up a tablet which he pulled up a layout of the building.

"He's on floor 45, just a few floors more up—Shit!" Camilla jolted back as a gun was removed from its holster. In her idiocy she had let the glasses slip her acid green eyes out in the open. And knowing Fury, he had some protocol in place for 'green eyed' women looking for him. She sighed, annoyed but her movements where quick she grabbed the first guard by the head smashing his face into the cement wall. The other is too slow to pull his gun and she gut punches him he lands awkwardly over his unconscious comrade. Her kick was swift colliding her shin with his skull. He stopped moving and she moved onward. Grabbing one of their key cards. Racing up the steps she wanted to be out of the stairwell long before another patrol found her work.

Taking the steps two at a time she finally reached the 45th floor while panting for breath, she swiped the key card, the door hissed open and she slowly checked around for any new patrols. The floor was empty save for a few, what looked to be abandoned offices. Walking along the silent hallway all that made a sound was her heels clacking on the tiles. She found Fury's office, he stood at the windows by his desk hands behind his back. Her fingers flexed in anger Camilla wished she had the wings on her back. She wanted him to suffer for what he had done. But what shocked her was even as she slipped in keeping herself pressed against the shadows he didn't even twitch, like he hadn't heard her. Now she was intrigued.

"Secure office—" Or maybe he had heard her. The office dimmed even more lending her an even greater chance of ending him. He turned then as the darkness enveloped them, from what she could tell he held a flash drive in his hands. Inserting it into the drive holder it beeped,

"Open Limeira Star satellite launch file." She watched interested as a screen displayed the Shield logo on the wall.

"Access Denied." She blinked at this, glancing back at Fury, who seemed just as put off by this.

"Run decryption."

The machine whirred for a moment as it processed his order, once again though, "decryption failed."

"Director override, Fury Nicolas J." Once again more humming from the computer and once again.

"Director override denied. All files sealed."

"On whose authority?"

"Fury Nicolas J." Camilla couldn't help the snort that left her, and Fury was quick to react, a bullet lodged in the wall beside her head. Her bored gaze pulled from the new hole in the wall to the Director.

"You're so paranoid now you don't even trust yourself? I think you need psychological help Fury."

"How the hell did you get in here?" She shrugged turning her gaze to the hole in the wall.

"You're security really needs be trained better then what I cam across." He kept the gun trained on her even though she made no moves to harm him. Yet.

"Where have you been for the last six months?" That caught her off guard.

"Six…Months? You kept me locked up for six months?" Her upper lip lifted off her teeth in a snarl as she pushed off the wall towards Fury.

"If I just asked you where you had been how could I have locked you up?"

"You're a spy Fury, nothing more nothing less you know how to lie."

"Fair enough just tell me where you've—"

"In a fucking Shield holding facility!" She snarled Fury kept the gun up.

"What?" His one eye looked shocked, an emotion Camilla had never seen on his face.

"Did you also give the order to have my Grandmother and I attacked?" She hissed out, tears filling her eyes though she refused to let them flow.

"What are you—" She ripped the right shoulder of her shirt away the ugly bullet wounds still there, the tissue scarred and swollen. Paler then the rest of her flesh they were hard to miss.

"Three bullets shot into my shoulder, nicking my shoulder blade, and collar bone. Hurt like hell but harmless enough that I would survive…I must say it was very uncharacteristic of you after you left me alone for half of the year. But you couldn't bare to see me not in a cage could you?"

"And Klara—"

"Dead." The word was pushed past the lump in her throat that had formed again. She wouldn't weep in front of him though. This made Fury lower his gun.

"Shit, what kind of facility where—"

"At the docks."

"How did you escape?"

"They got cocky—"

"Their mistake."

"Biggest." They stood in silence for a moment neither backing down Fury still held his gun, Camilla wanted to rip someone's eyes out.

"Come with me—"
"What don't trust me alone in your office?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes at the answer but followed as he entered the elevator. Fury spoke the floor he wanted Camilla didn't bother listening as the lift jolted up she looked out over the city, still calm. Still blissfully unaware of what was in store.

Fury was silent the whole trip, till they reached what looked to be a conference room.

"What is this—"

"Quiet." Camilla's eyebrow quirked up in annoyance at being silenced but for once she heeded his word. Fury spoke to a woman who looked to be a secretary, who nodded at his words then stood leaving them to a glass observing room. She watched a man inside, pacing in front of what looked like a council and from the way their gestures and the man's body language gauged. None of them were happy.

But when the secretary interrupted he made a quick get away and glass panes slid back into the floor the group-had been holograms. Camilla hung back, favoring the shadows once more. Something felt…off she didn't know what but if Fury hadn't known where she was, and he was being denied access to his own files. Something was off. The ringleader exited the conference room and greeted Fury with a quip.

"I work a few floors away and it takes a pirate heist for you to visit?"

"Or a nuclear war would do." They seemed comfortable with each other. Fury still had someone it seemed like he trusted. The suit hadn't noticed her yet she wanted to keep it that way.

"Busy in there?" Fury asked as he glanced into the now empty room.

"Nothing some ear marks can't fix." What had this pirate stolen to cause Shield to ruffle its feathers?

"I'm um…here to ask for a favor." Fury looked guilty, Camilla had seen more emotion on his face in the last few minutes then she had in her whole previous 4 years of captivity.

"I want you to call for a vote, project insight has to be delayed."

"Nick, that's not a favor that's a subcommittee hearing; a long one."

"It's probably nothing I just need time to make sure it's nothing." Now she knew why Fury had brought her here. She would have been solid evidence of his worries in case the suit asked for proof.

"But if there's something, we'll both be damn glad those helecarriers aren't in the air."

"I thought you only had the one…" Camilla spoke up now her interest piqued. She only thought the one carrier, which had been pretty much grounded after the damages from Loki's meddling. The suit turned to her and blinked like he had just noticed her.

"Fury—"

"I'm sorry she was supposed to stay quiet—"

"Fury you should know by now I'm terrible with direction." The suit looked her up and down, something in his gaze made her stomach knot but Camilla remained impassive, for some reason she didn't want to convey any emotion besides contempt in this moment.

"I'm guessing this would be Miss—"

"Camilla, the not friendly one." Fury looked like he wanted to strangle her but she ignored him in favor of the suited man

"Alexander Peirce, pleasure to finally meet you." He held out a hand Camilla looked at it then him and huffed a smirk pulling at her lips giving her an arrogant air. He pulled his hand back after a few moments, though he didn't seem offended in the least.

"Any ways back to your favor Nick, fine, but you gotta get Iron Man to stop by my nieces birthday party."

Fury seemed to release some of the tension in his body, as Pierce spoke though his gaze never left Camilla and she didn't know what felt worse. The fact that it seemed like Fury was worried, or that this Peirce seemed to hold a lot more power then Fury.

"Not just a fly by, he's gotta mingle." Camilla snorted with laughter,

"Good luck with that." That comment spoken the conversation was over. Peirce turned; his gaze finally dropping from her and Camilla finally took a quiet steadying breath of her own. She felt like she knew his voice, but she couldn't place it. Her mind still working too comprehend the information she had already gotten on this little outing.

"Go back to Cameron now." She blinked and turned her annoyance back to Fury.

"What have I said something—"

"Now." For once Camilla complied something telling her that her other would be better for what Fury had in store or at least if things got bad she would be able to take over again.

Alright here we are another chapter read we finally get into the movie, review and enjoy.