I only got two hours sleep, but it was an international crisis...and I didn't care about staying up with Rogers last night. I closed my door and walked down the corridor.

On my way, I saw Cap leaving his room, gorgeous as ever. He has perfectly shaped and defined lips that I just want to-

"Good morning Maria." He said joining my pace as we went down the corridor. He's only had the same amount of sleep that I've had...Even if he had any sleep. He was a super soldier, so that must have been why his greeting was so enthusiastic.

"Morning Rogers. Good sleep?"

"Brilliant, thank you. Yourself?"

"Not overly energetic, but someone has got to keep everybody in line."

"Do you ever have a day off?"

"Do you really Fury would let me if I asked?"

"Fair point."

We reached the bridge and stopped communicating apart from a brief smile as we parted ways. I saw Stark with a knowing grin on his face. Asshole.

Rogers was dismissed by Fury and I was stationed at my usual spot. Assessing everything.

A couple of hours, my eyelids were starting to droop. I need some sleep. Suddenly a huge crash brought me back to reality.

I looked over at the screens. There's been an explosion...in the room where Banner was working.

"Hill?" I hear over my comms. Fury.

"Turn up that engine! Number 3 engine is down! Can we get a run in? Talk to me." I say to the guy who was playing Galaga earlier. Tompson is an idiot.

"Turbine's loose. Mostly intact, but it's impossible to get out there and make repairs while we're in the air."

"We lose one more engine we won't be. Somebody's got to get inside and patch that engine."

I hear Fury talking to Stark about repairing the engine and I go back to calming everyone on board.

"We need a full evac on the lower hangar bay."

I nod and leave to exit, but something rolls into my sight, but something was thrown at my feet. Shit.

"GRENADE!" I shouted before being thrown backwards by the blast and over the railings. Ow.

Once I recovered from face planting the floor, I pushed myself off the floor and ran to the control deck. I saw Fury taking down some agents, but one of them I can tell is about to hit him, so I fire straight at him. I shouted orders out to different recruits who were running around helpless. Why can no one here deal with a crisis?

Oh my god. The Hulk is loose.

"Sir, the Hulk will tear this place apart!" I shout to Fury.

"Get his attention!" Fury replies.

"Escort 606, proceed to 270 main shuttle! Don't get too close." We do not want a blood bath on our hands.

"They are not getting through here, so what the hell-" Fury's rant was cut off by an explosion.

I saw 'the world's best marksman' shooting at Fury. One of the arrows hit his command desk. Right into a USB. The ship began to fall. Oh god. He stopped engine 1.

I went over to the control deck. Stark and Rogers needed to get that turbine up. I hope Steve is alright.

I mentally scolded myself for being so distracted and then went back to work, but there were people shooting us, which is helpful.

I got my gun and kept firing at them.

Once they were finally all down, I felt the ship gain flight again thank goodness.

"Agent Hill, you need to be attended to."

I reached up to my forehead and the blood pouring down from my head.

"No. I'm fine. There are other people that need more attention than me." Anyone other than me needed more attention. I didn't deserve help.

"Director fury said that you are to be attended to before any other agent, no matter how serious the injury."

Dammit. He knows I can't go against his orders otherwise I lose my job.

"Fine." I replied and reluctantly sat down.

The nurse tended to my head wounds.

"Agent Coulson is down."

What? I gestured for the nurse to leave me.

"A medical team is on its way down to you." I heard an agent ask through the headset.

"They're here. They called it."

Coulson. He's gone. He's left me. He was my...was my real father. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes and saw Agent Charles.

"Charles, take over. I'm going to find fury."

He nodded and I turned my head before I had the chance to show any emotion.

Walking, I took a breath and exited the room. I continued down a corridor and bumped into Rogers on the way.

I looked up at him and he asked, concerned, "Hill are you alright?"

I nodded, managed to choke out an "Excuse me." And pushed passed him into an empty conference room.

I checked around to make sure no one was in there. Happy with the emptiness of the room, I slumped down into a chair, put my arms on the desk and cried into them.

He was gone. It hurt me so much. Too much. I was supposed to be the deputy. Agent Chill remember, not an Agent Pills. Right now I needed some pills.

The ship was in ruins. Priorities. I shook myself out of my depressed state and stood up. I put the chair back in its original place and brushed down my clothes. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

When I opened them I noticed Rogers standing in front of the door.

"I'm sorry." He said simply. How long has he been there?

"What have you got to apologise for?" Don't break down again.

"Coulson."

I licked my lips and pursed them. I shut my eyes for a moment and then opened them, determined to prove that there was nothing wrong.

"He was a good colleague."

He took a few steps towards me and put his hand up to my face. What is he doing? I felt him thumb brush my cheek and he showed me the water that was on it.
"Your tears say that he was more than just a colleague." I didn't even realise that I had started crying again.

"I'm fine." I said.

His hand wrapped around mine and he said "I'm always here for you. If you need me."

I nodded and said "Thank you."

We smiled at each other. His hand felt warm and comforting around mind, but I know that fury would not like this.

I took my hand away from his, said "I need to get back to work." And walked out.

My emotions can wait.

I turned left down the corridor to go and see Fury so he could give me my instructions.

I finally found him in Loki's interrogation room.

He was staring at a wall but I couldn't see what it was.

"Director?" I asked and he turned to me, revealing a blood stain against the wall.

Is that...is that Coulson's?

"Take an hour Hill." I was confused. He never gave me time off work.

"Sir?"

"I understand what Coulson meant to you. You may be my deputy but I do not want you keeping your emotions stuffed up only to release them at a crucial moment in battle."

"Sir the helicarrier has just been attacked." Has he forgotten what has happened in the last half hour?

"Yes." he said and looked me directly in the eye. "And I need my agents fully capable. Take. An. Hour." he said and strutted off.

I watched him leave and then turned back to the blood print on the wall.

I couldn't speak. I wanted to say that I missed him and that he was the best agent S.H.I.E.L.D. ever had. That he was the greatest father I could ever ask for and that I loved him. But I couldn't speak. My mouth was open slightly and I could feel the run of tears sneak into the corners of my mouth and down my face. No one was here so the name calling wouldn't change.

I sat cross legged in front of the place where he said his last words, took his last breath. I traced my hand over the mark and brought it back towards me.

My hand was covered in blood, his blood, and a surge of anger built up inside of me. Loki did this. That bastard. I'm gonna kill him. I'm going to make him pay like Coulson did. I want to tear him to pieces.

After only five minutes out of the hour, I was given I was storming down the corridor of shield towards Fury's office. He had all the notification feeds from the computers meaning he would have the most information on Loki's location.

On route, I saw Rogers. Where was he coming up from?

"Agent Hill, I need to speak with you."

"I don't think so. I need to get back to work."

"It wasn't a question." He said fiercely. Anyone else would be shaking in their shoes at his commanding tone, but not me. I've got used to it from fury.

He grabbed hold of my arm, not so it would hurt me, but with enough force to move me, and dragged me into another conference room.

We're S.H.I.E.L.D. We have a lot of conference rooms.

We sat down on a sofa at the side of the room and he clasped his hands together and lent his arms on his knees. I was grateful that we were sitting down, because if I stood up I felt like I might collapse.

"I want to kill him." I said angrily.

He placed a hand on my knee. I know I should still be angry, but his gesture comforted me even more than before.

"I know you do. Most of the people here do, but...you need to find peace, so you can move on and prepare for the next attack."

I laughed slightly. "I'm usually the one to give these kinds of speeches."

He laughed too, a beautiful laugh, and said "We all need time off sometimes."

"You can't talk. You never take a break."

"I had a break for 70 years. I don't need anymore of them."

I pulled a 'I guess you're right' expression and turned to face him.

"I just can't believe he's gone."

"I know." He said sadly.

I placed my head against his shoulder and- wait what did I just do? You just placed you head against a super soldiers shoulder. That is one hell of a tongue twister.

I don't even care about doing it. I'm too tired to move off.

He obviously isn't tired because he moved his arm from my knee around to my shoulder. Oh my god. This isn't happening? I must be dreaming or something.

I felt like I was there for ages, but in reality it must have been only a couple of minutes.

He shifted slightly and I wondered what the matter was, so I lifted up my head.

"Sorry, if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. I'll go."

I stood up and went towards the door, but he caught my hand and stood up too.

"It's not that." He said smiling. "You're getting tears on my suit."

I looked down at this suit that now had a circle of water around his chest.

"Oh. Sorry." I apologised.

"It's fine."

I nodded and looked down at the ground. Should I ask him or not?

"What is it?" He asked.

I looked up at him and said "Do you feel like you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Kill Loki?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't think I'll ever WANT to kill someone."

I smiled and said "You're so kind Rogers."

He flushed red slightly and said "Thank you." My smile infected his lips, so we were both smiling at each other.

He looked down at his watch and asked "Ready to get back to work?"

"Fury gave me an hour off. I've got ages."

"I know he did and your hour is nearly up. You have 6 minutes."

What! "We were in here for 45 minutes?" I asked, surprised that I lost track of time.

"Yep. Didn't feel like it."

We walked out and I felt much calmer than earlier. Whilst walking further down the corridor with him, I realised that I hadn't thanked him for everything he had done.

"Thank you Rogers. You really helped me."

"That's alright. Anything for a friend." He smiled at me. I smiled back at him. Friend. I never have friends apart from Romanoff and Barton.

Friends.

Hope you liked it! Make sure you review. Sorry about the weekly updates. I will try and write some more, but exams are the priority right now xxx Will update weekly for definite though...:)