Chapter Two
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I quickly sat up moving my cropped hair from my face. I stood up flicking the lamp on and grabbing my glasses. Entering the bathroom I grabbed my gray toothbrush provided my S.H.I.E.L.D I applied some toothpaste on it and brushed. While brushing my hair I applied some concealer so my bags were hidden and some foundation. Then let my hair fall, framing my face. Finally, I changed into yoga pants and a sports bra adding a black tank top. I opened my door to see Clint and Natasha, I raised my eyebrow questioningly.
"What we thought that you might not find the gym by yourself," Clint protested.
They started to walk and I followed behind them.
We finally entered the training room only to be stopped by an aging man.
"Coulson," Natasha greeted him
"We have a mission and your going to go be debriefed," He said beckoning us to come.
"Should I leave," I said unsure on what to do.
"No, and normally I wouldn't do this but we need you because you're going to be the most qualified for the mission," Coulson said finally opening a door to a meeting room.
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. We all sat down in a chair and Coulson slid a file that was on the table towards him.
"This mission is in France, having to do something with Hydra," Coulson stated his eyes moving back and forth from the words on the file.
"It's disguised as a fashion show for the celebration of French fashion," He said finally moving his head back up looking at us.
"This is the guy hosting the show, Remy Petit," he says showing us a file.
He was a middle-aged man with blonde hair to his shoulders and malicious blue eyes.
"Your job is too sneak in there and find a USB he should be keeping on himself"
"Then take him and his guards out"
"After that, we'll have backup to get all the other people from the show since they are all Hydra supporters"
"How do I come in this" I questioned.
"Right, Rowan you're going to get the USB since he'll recognize Natasha and Clint from past work with him," he said flicking his eyes to me.
It was silent for a while.
"Alright now when do we leave," Natasha said barging into the silence in the air.
"In half an hour, you'll be taking the quinjet to the base, Conte Morto, then immediately sent to the mission since the show starts in five hours,"
I went into my room and started changing. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt with black and white stripes. Then I put on black high waisted bottoms with flares at the bottom. Adding sleek black combat boots that had a heel. The one good thing that S.H.I.E.L.D did was bring my clothes. I put my hair into two french braids putting a beret on the top, after all, it was a French fashion month. Adding the finishing touch, dark red lipstick. I stepped out of my room and walked to the training room where Natasha said we would meet up.
Another bad chapter for you. I enjoy review *cough* please review *cough*. I also enjoy constructive criticism NO FLAMES. Oops, that came out aggressive. Anyways thanks for reading this story. Come back to see the mission. Also even though none of you were probably asking the first day of school was ok.
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-Aspenfoot