"Here are some of Coulson's possessions from his locker. They need to be given to director fury." An agent said softly passing me a crate labelled Agent Coulson.
"Thank you." I replied and the agent turned away, probably to clear out another killed agents locker. I felt sorry for the job that he had. I could tell he had been crying, but who over.
I looked down at the crate. A picture of him an his wife. His shield badge. Captain America trading cards. Kind of sums Coulson up. A lover and a fighter and a fanboy.
I walked into director fury's office, but he was on his way out.
"Sir, these are agent coulsons things from his locker."
He didn't seemed to be phased by coulsons death. If he was affected by it, he certainly wasn't showing anything.
He picked up the trading cards. "Put the rest on the desk. We are meeting Stark and Rogers on the bridge." Then he walked out. He's like Romanoff.
I placed the stuff on his desk, gave it one sorrowful glance and then walked out to join fury and the others.
When I arrived, Rogers was already seated, looking solum.
He heard me enter and his head snapped up. I refused to meet his eyes, in fear of bursting into tears. Coulson was gone and he went on about Steve daily. He was just another reminder of what was missing.
"These were found in Agent Coulsons jacket. I guess he never got you to sign them." Fury said and threw the cards, which were now covered in blood, on the table. Why would he lie and why would he cover them in blood?
Steve picked up one of the cards and turned it over. I could see the sadness in his features as he stared at it.
"We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming." He paused for a moment and I could tell he was going to reveal the truth.
"Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."
Tony got up and walked off, not wanting to hear anymore.
"Well, it's an old fashioned notion." He said, obviously directing his word at Rogers, he almost sounded desperate, but that was too shallow for Fury.
Steve placed the card back on the table and looked straight at me. His face was sad, but I could see the anger in his eyes.
I blinked suddenly to keep my emotions at bay and Steve walked out, where was he going?
I got back to work on checking everyone was alright and clearing the area of enemy bodies.
Natasha was still with Clint I am guessing, because there was no sign of her. I wouldn't dare go and look for her.
After a while, I returned my attention to director fury. Why would he say all those things?
I walked up to him and said "Sir."
"Agent Hill?"
"Those cards. They were in Coulson's locker, not in his jacket." I stated obviously.
"They needed the push."
He was holding some of the trading cards. I was annoyed at the reason why he did it. He hurt Rogers, but he was right. They did need the push.
Suddenly, A quinjet and iron man came into view.
"They found it. Get our communications back up, whatever you have to do. I want eyes on everything." Fury ordered.
"Yes sir." I replied and got to work.
I went to the control deck and explained the situation to the staff.
"The Avengers, minus Banner and Thor, are trying to contain the situation caused by Loki. Get communications back online, so we can assist. I want news feeds, security cameras, agents in the streets. Do whatever you have to do."
I think I enjoy orders a little to much.
After getting a stable communication with the avengers below, I noticed banner and Thor return to the scene. Good the more avengers, the better. Did I just say that. Not three days ago you were saying that the avengers initiative was a bad idea.
A call bleeped on my screen. Oh shit.
I walked over to fury and said " Sir. The council is on."
Fury pressed the buttons on the screen and took the call.
"The council has made a decision."
"I recognise the council has made a decision, but seeing as it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it." Fury already knew their decision before they had to say anything.
"Director, you are closer than any of our subs. You scramble that jet-"
"That is the island of Manhattan councilman. Until I'm certain my team can't hold can't hold it, I will not order a strike against a civilian population."
"If we don't hold them in the air, we lose everything."
"I send that bird out, we already have." Fury replied and shut his view screen off.
That went well. I'm sure we're in the councils good books now.
I looked over at my screens and got distracted by Steve. God, I hope he's alright.
I looked at the screens and could see that he was fighting with Thor.
Before getting to the point on full distraction, I saw a plane on Screen 7 preparing to leave.
"Sir, we have a bird in motion! Anyone on the deck, we have a rogue bird! We need to shut it down! Repeat! Take off is not authorised!" I said to Director Fury.
He goes out and hits the tail end of the jet with an airtronic RPG-7.
Suddenly, another alpha 11 jet flies off. Fury stands there, knowing he can't do anything about it. I hear him talking to stark about taking down the plane, so I go back to organising everything.
On the screens, iron man has the missile on his back and is headed towards the portal.
Everyone is looking outside and looking straight at him.
"Sir, shall I call miss Potts." JARVIS asked Tony.
"Might as well." He replied.
I think stark does have a heart, somewhere deep down. He cared for pepper an awful lot, though he might not show it all that much.
He went through the portal and cheers were heard throughout the helicarrier, but I stayed stationary. The missile may be gone, but stark was still out there. Part of me did care for him even though he was a complete idiot.
Suddenly, he came falling through the portal. "Son of a gun." I heard Cap say and smiled at his language.
Wait...he's still falling.
Is he going to fly or...
Banner caught him just before he reached the ground and threw him onto the ground.
Hopefully he's alright? For peppers sakes, if not mine.
I finished up my work at the helicarrier and then went straight to bed. Someone would wake me about something drastic like if one of them died, so I went to bed. Hopefully I would see cap soon.
The next day
I woke up and later that day, at 1pm, Fury called me into his office. Fun.
On my way, I noticed my neck had sharp stinging pains. Stupid grenade.
I went into his office.
"Sir." I greeted him.
"Agent Hill. I need you to go to the Avengers Tower and assess the situation there."
"What do you mean asses the situation? And avengers tower being...?"
"Stark has renamed his tower. You will be working in a private sleeping quarters there often and reporting back to me any problems that the group have."
"Yes, sir" I said with the slightest grin on my face. That means I get to see Rogers more. "What do you mean a private sleeping quarters?"
"I already have rung Stark and he has already arranged you a room to work and sleep in. Pack everything."
"When will I be leaving?"
"5 minutes." Oh shit,
"Yes, director." I said and quickly left the room. He said I had to pack up everything and fury doesn't joke. Thankfully, I always keep my clothes in bags. This is shield. You never know when you are going to get kicked out.
I picked up my bags and hurried to the plane.