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Basically...I'm busier than one can handle. Tomorrow would be a good writing day for me...if I wasn't involved in what I am. I will be traveling all day tomorrow, so I will not be writing chapter four tomorrow. My Saturdays are always like that...Sunday I will try to get some in, I really have to focus on raising my AP grade(ONLY bad one I have) and keep my other grades up if my tests make em go down.
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Rebekah's POV
I opened my eyes and sighed at the sunlight filtering through my skylight. The clock to my right read 8:30. Morning. I really didn't want to get up today, I honestly felt like it should be a lazy day. And it would've been, if Fury hadn't pulled me off my vacation time to myself for this freakin mission. I normally wouldn't be so mad, but I'd previously been sent on a mission where I'd almost lost my life, and just needed to get away.
Three months ago, we were dealing with a dangerous criminal, Antonio Verona, born and raised in Italy with a warlord father, who was running around, killing Italian officials, pillaging towns, murdering innocent women and children and torturing people who he thought were, impure, with genetically enhanced soldiers. Not like Captain America, no, but men who'd been turned into things that looked like demons out of a book on Hell. Just thinking of them made me shiver, and it was because of one of those...things...that I'd nearly been killed by, had Fury not sent in backup last minute.
It took Natasha three hours to calm me down before I went officially into shock after that night.
Italy had always been a place of happiness for me, from my frequent trips as a child, but because of what I saw there, and what I experienced that night, I wanted nothing to do with Italy until I could go back. I would go with someone too, there was no way in hell I'd go alone, for fear of what I might see, or think I'd see.
After that, I told Fury I needed a quick break from S.H.I.E.L.D, not that I was quitting, but that I needed a short suspension. Guess Fury felt two months was sufficient enough for me. I felt better, even though dreams of the demons still haunted me from time to time.
I need to go for a run. Get my mind off things... I thought to myself.
I threw back the covers and swung my feet over the mattress, my feet planting on the cold floor. I stood and walked over to my duffel bag, unzipping it and pulled out a pair of yoga capris, my sportsbra, and dark blue tank top. I threw my clothes on, quickly slipping socks and my running shoes onto my feet. I pulled my hair up into a tight pony tail and walked out of the room and into the hallway. Few people were in the current hall, but I knew better than to think the complex was quiet. S.H.I.E.L.D was never not working. Knowing I'd walk into the mess of agents at their stations to my right, I took the left hallway, leading to the indoor track I knew would be fairly empty of people.
Agents passed me left and right, but none stopped to say hello.
Must be some meeting they're gonna miss if they don't hurry.
Once at the track, I took a breath, realizing I was the only one there. Not that I hadn't been expecting it, but a part of me hoped I wouldn't be alone in the large room with my own thoughts and breathing. I sighed and re-tightened my pony-tail, choosing a starting point, then taking off in a slight sprint around the corner.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
Faster. Push yourself. Don't Stop.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Scuff. Thump. Thump. Thump. Scuff.
As each foot hit the fake gravel, which was more like gymnast flooring in my opinion, the sound of rubber on scuffed rubber made soft scratching and thumping noises, a sort of rhythmic and calming sound. Running was one of my ways of keeping calm or letting anger out. Showers and forms of fighting were another.
Running gave me an excuse to run away momentarily, to escape what was dashing through my mind currently. It tested me.
Showers let me de-stress in a more relaxing setting, letting me release tension from my body out of my pores and into the warm steam.
Fighting let me get the majority of my anger out. The feeling of fury raging through me and onto another object sometimes made me feel better. Sometimes you just have to hit something hard enough or scream loud enough to get calm.
All three helped me think. Helped me think long and hard.
A least thirty minutes later, I'd lost track of how many laps I'd ran, and my breathing was extremely heavy, my body drenched in sweat. I needed water. I walked to the entrance of the room and grabbed a water bottle from a nearby stand, ripping off the cap and downing the contents quickly. I exhaled deeply and started walking back to my room, ready to shower for the day.
Just as I reached my hallway, I heard, "Agent Matthews!"
I turned. Ryan Jacobsen jogged up to me, wheezing.
"Oh, hey Ryan." I said, arms at my sides. "What is it?"
"Agent Fury..." He panted. "Wanted me to tell you that the whole photography thing for your current mission is in one hour and he wants you ready for the hair and makeup stylists."
I gave him a semi-smile. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Course. Not that you need it anyway." He commented.
I looked at him. "What?"
"The makeup. You don't really need it." He said, giving me a shy smile.
"Oh...thanks Ryan." I smiled, giving him a nod and turning back towards the door a few feet from me.
"Hey...Rebekah?" He called. I turned, looking at him.
"Yeah?"
"I know you have your mission and all, but do you think maybe you'd be free for dinner tonight? Just us two?" He offered.
My eyes widened. He wanted dinner with me? I pondered it in my head. I didn't like Ryan so much past a co-worker and slight friend. Sure, he was cute and that was why I blushed every time he complimented me, but I didn't like him to the point of dating him. Still, I didn't want to say no, so I shrugged and said,
"Sure. Don't see why not." His smile was wide and white.
"Great. Dinner at six then?" I nodded. "Okay, see you then." Smiling he jolted back down the hallway he'd came down and I sighed, turning the door handle and walked into my room.
I looked at the clock. Five minutes ago, Ryan said I had an hour until pictures. It was nine forty-five now, so I figured I could shower quickly and then head down to where I needed to be. Quickly stripping down, I hopped into my shower, letting the water slide down my body. A few minutes later and I was out, my hair and body wrapped in white towels, toothbrush in my mouth, moving back and forth swiftly. Keeping the towel on my head, I slipped on some black leggings and a sleeveless, collared white shirt. I grabbed my white, black studded flats and walked out the door, down the hallway to the right, seeing my uncle a few feet in front of me.
"Tony!" I called. He turned, seeing me and smiled warmly, stopping to wait for me. I noticed he was wearing a dark black suit with a white tie. Once I'd reached him, he stuck an arm around my shoulder and gave me a soft squeeze.
"Hey kiddo. How ya doin?" He asked, adjusting the tie on his suit.
"I'm alright. Slept a little funny last night, but other than that I'm good."
"You go running this morning?"
I nodded. "I seriously needed it." I said, running a hand through my damp hair.
Looking him up and down I laughed and asked, "What's with the suit?"
He sighed. "I have to be in some of the pictures, making it look like I'm 'giving you away' at your 'wedding'."
I giggled. "Awww, how cute." He rolled his eyes, muttering to himself quietly. "What time is it?"
He looked to his watch muttering, "You really need one of these things."
"Buy me one then."
He rolled his eyes. "Ten o' five."
I nodded. "Good, by the time I get there, they should have plenty of time to doll me up however they should." Tony laughed.
"I'm gonna get photographic evidence of you in that frilly dress they found." He smirked as he spoke and I felt a groan escape my lips.
"How bad is it?" I asked, head tilted.
He howled with laughter. "I'm not gonna tell you. Just know it's probably not as bad as I'm making it out to be." I glared.
"Gee thanks Uncle Tony, I love you too."
He winked. "Course you do."
We walked and talked some more until we reached the room where all the photos would be taken. Director Fury was talking with a few photographers, Steve, and Thor in front of a doorway. The three men were all in suits, matching ones of course.
"See you out there Beks." He kissed my head softly before walking over to the others.
I sighed and saw a woman waving me over. "Over here Miss Matthews!" I walked over, being greeted by a short brunette woman who held a small clipboard.
"Hi, I'm Angela. I'm in charge of your 'wedding' look. We'll start with your hair, then go on to your makeup, and then we'll put on the dress. Speaking of which! Would you like to see it?" I nodded. She walked me over to a large vanity with a mirror framed by white light bulbs, a dress bag hanging next to it. She unzipped the bag, and from here I could tell the skirt was large, the bodice very tight. A box of jewelry sat next to it, along with a pair of silvery heels with cute little white, silver studded bows on the side.
"Okay, so I'm gonna as you to sit down and just do as I say. We have very little time until you go out, so let's get this done quick." Within moments of her finishing her sentence, I heard the woman press the button of the hair dryer and attack my hair with it, quickly drying the blonde strands. I watched in the mirror as she added product every now and again, until my entire head was dry. She then started a braid, cascading it sideways at the top of my head, almost like those cascade waterfall braids you see all the time. After that, she took a curling iron and quickly curled each strand of hair under the braid. She finished off by spraying me fully with hairspray, so the curls would stay.
Once my hair was done, she dabbed foundation onto my skin, concealed what needed to be hidden and brushed powder onto my face.
"Look up for me." I did as she said and felt her line my eyes with a dark brown liner, then coating my lids with a soft champagne color before finishing my eyes off with mascara. She added blush and a heavy amount of lip gloss to my mouth.
"Okay! Time to put on the dress and accessories." She ushered me out of my chair and helped me stand, handing me a strapless bra and a crinoline, which I quickly put on. She threw the dress over my head and shoved the heels onto my feet letting me look in the tall mirror at the end result. My hair was beyond perfect, as was my makeup. The dress fit me just as well, the bodice clinging to my skin in all its strapless glory, the large skirt flaring out into curls of satin. The heels made me a bit taller and Angela came over, stringing a silver necklace onto my neck before handing me matching silver earrings.
"Hurry up then!" I slid the earring in and sighed, looking back at the mirror.
I looked...pretty.
I smiled and looked to Angela, "Thank you. You're a wonderful makeup and hair stylist." She smiled back.
"You're welcome. I'm sorry to rush you, but Director Fury told me he has a very strict schedule to work with, that's why I hurried you so much."
"It's alright. If Fury has anything to say about it, tell me and I'll talk with him. I'm one of the few to win an argument like that with him." I told her.
She flashed me another smile. "Well alright. Have fun out there. Oh! I almost forgot!" She walked back over to the dress bag, pulling out a sheer veil lined with satin, a gorgeous silver comb attached. "Can't go out there without this." She slid the veil into my hair, patting me on the back.
"Goodbye for now Miss Matthews. I hope to see you again."
"Me too." Then I took a step forward and towards the cameras. Steve was the first to see me, and I swear his jaw almost dropped the second his eyes flicked to me. My uncle noticed this and turned, smiling as he walked up to me.
"Well don't you look all fancy today?" He joked, flicking my nose.
I laughed. "What, not used to seeing me this way?"
"What, like an actual girl?"
My mouth opened in mock shock and a partial grin. "You jerk."
"I try. But seriously, you're making me feel old."
"Why, because I'm so much younger and obviously have the better looks?" He snorted.
"No, but now I'm thinking of the future of when you will be getting married and me having not to cry when I actually give you away." He pretended to wipe a tear away.
I giggled again. "Stop! You're making this more weird."
"Duh. That's my job." I rolled my eyes at him just as the other two Avengers in the room and Director Fury walked over.
"You look lovely." Steve commented. I nodded.
"Thank you."
"Here," Fury handed me a small item. It was the wedding ring. A silver band with diamonds on the sides, and a larger diamond in the center. I slipped it onto my ring finger and sighed, watching as he, Thor, and Steve walked up to stand in as the groomsmen, two female agents in green dresses following their lead, being the active bridesmaids.
"Alright, let's get this over with." I walked to the doorway, which revealed a lovely room of pure white and green. Mostly white. White chairs on two sides of an isle, white flowers, white candles, all that good stuff. Green touched up the room here and there, complimenting the scheme. People started filling in chairs, agents, pretending to be the family and friends of the wedding. A man stood up at the front, acting as the man to 'marry' me and Loki.
Loki stood up there and I felt myself blushing as I stared at him. He wore the silver band on his ring finger, but the dark suit he wore fit him like a glove, his hair in its natural curly mess around his face. The bruises on his jaw had faded, and the cut on his lip had sealed quite nicely, but there was still a small bandage on his forehead, under a few strands of dark hair.
He looked...handsome.
...
I cannot believe I just said that about a criminal.
Shaking it off I turned to my uncle.
"You ready?" Tony asked me.
Before I could answer, a voice called, "Not without me she's not, nor without her bouquet." I turned, seeing the one person I'd missed just as much as my uncle these past few months.
"Nat!" I yelled, flinging my arms around the red head. She laughed saying, "Don't crush the flowers kid!" I took a step back, muttering sorry to her.
"Here," she handed me the bouquet of white roses, smiling. "Okay..., I know this isn't real, but you look amazing regardless." She wore a similar dress to those of the 'bridesmaids' in the room. I guessed she was my acting maid of honor.
I had a feeling at my real wedding, whenever it happened, Natasha would be my maid of honor regardless, that's how close we are. She's like the older sister I never had, in place of the older brother I'd lost. Natasha took me under her wing when it came to being an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D, and was always there like an older sister would be. She taught me almost all I knew when it came to being an agent, and I was glad to have her there whenever I needed her.
I blushed. "Thanks, Nat."
Hawkeye, or Barton, as we called him came up and slid an arm around her waist. "Surprised to see us?"
I nodded. "Extremely. Fury said you were on a mission."
Natasha nodded as Barton walked over to Tony for a brief chat. "We were, but we finished early. Fury debriefed us on everything once we got back and I gladly decided to get in on this little setup."
My brows furrowed. "When did you get back? I only got here and figured out about this yesterday..." I said.
She laughed, flipping my veil over my face. "This morning. I figured I could sleep later, that making sure you weren't too freaked out was more important." I smiled.
"This is why you're my acting older sister." I said. With a smile, she patted my arm and said, "We'll catch up more later." Before she walked through the door and up to the front, Barton right behind her.
Once she and Barton took their spots, Fury yelled, "Okay, cameras are on, lets get the first set done!"
I rolled my eyes at 'the first set', and walked out with Tony. I heard the shutter of the camera as pictures were taken of me and my uncle. The man in charge kept motioning for us to walk. He was bald, with large, rectangular glasses and a high voice. We walked up the isle and Tony gave me a hug.
Snap! Another picture.
Loki gave a grim smile and took my hand, helping me up the tiny stairs.
Snap!
The bald man started directing what kinds of pictures would be taken.
Snap!
There was one of me and Loki standing together.
Snap!
One of the entire front. After that, Fury made the entire audience leave.
"Lift her veil." The photographer told Loki.
Loki and I turned together and he gingerly lifted the veil over my head.
Snap!
"Alright, now take each other's rings and put them on each other, Those are required. "
We did as he said, fingers brushing. For a moment, I thought Loki shivered, but it was probably just my imagination.
Snap! Snap!
"Alright, those are done. Part of me wants to do a kiss shot before the close ups under the arch..." He trailed off, looking at each of us expectantly.
"No." Before the word could come out of my mouth, it had come out of Tony's. Natasha sighed and shook her head.
The photographer glared at my uncle before sighing loudly and saying, "Let's just continue onto the close ups." He led us over to a very well light photo setup with a white backdrop with black words behind it. "Now these won't just be close ups of the two of you, but wedding shots like these generally have the couples close together." I nodded, knowing what he meant.
"And what exactly do you want us to do?" Loki asked, standing next to me.
The photographer rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. "Obviously..." he droned. "Act like you love each other, like you're newly weds?"
Loki sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist, chin on my head. "Like this?"
The photographer's eyes lit up. "YES! That is PERFECT!"
Snap! Snap!
"Okay, you, groom, pick some more poses."
Loki complied easily, doing some of the simplest poses, whether it was holding my hand or twirling me around, or even hugging me. Tony seemed not even close to happy, but stayed silent. After a while the photographer looked at Loki, annoyed.
"Yes?" Loki asked.
"You're boring me. Spice things up a bit. And that means now, chop chop!" Loki sighed, tilting his head to look at me. "Not spicy enough!"
For a moment, Loki's face was blank, but then, his eyes sparked, and his lips formed a very sly grin.
"Spice it up, huh?" He asked. Suddenly, I felt his hands slide down my waist landing just above my hips. His head moved down, and I felt his lips brush the edge of my shoulder.
"L-Loki...I-I," My stuttering was truly embarrassing at the moment and I felt my cheeks flush. Tony was about to intervene when...
SNAP!
"OH MY GOD YES! THAT IS PERFECT. DO MORE!" Everyone kind of just stared at the photographer's outburst, and Fury just sighed, giving Tony a look, signaling him to back off.
Loki grinned and wrapped his arms around me, causing me to face him. "Play along would you?" He whispered. I nodded, sliding my arms up and around his neck, our foreheads pressing together.
SNAP! SNAP!
Loki turned me to face the camera, and I felt his hands return to my hips, feeling his head dip and kiss my neck softly, eliciting a slight gasp from my lips.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! My thoughts screamed. This is weird. Why is this going on? I need to stop the photos...
Right as I was about to say something, Loki merely wrapped his arm around my waist and smiled, nudging me to do the same. I did, and soon, we were done with the close-ups. I let out a breath as he removed his hands from me. Tony quickly stepped in, shoving Loki out, telling the photographer to take a few shots of us.
"He needs to keep his hands off." Tony muttered.
I blushed. "It's fine Tony. It's all part of the mission."
"Oh yeah?" Tony sighed. "Then someone better tell him how close to getting his ass beat he was.'' I sighed and smacked his arm, giving him the, 'Stop it, everything's fine' look.
After that, all that was left was regular group photos with the bridesmaids and groomsmen.
Nat stood close to me the entirety of the time, and once we were all done, she walked with me to where I originally got changed, helping me out of the dress. I slipped on my regular clothing and sighed as she asked,
"So how are you?"
"Been better. Was on vacation, remember, and would rather be sleeping right about now." Natasha laughed at me.
"You and me both, kid. Guessing you're feeling a lot better?" I nodded. "Good. It's not the same you when you're down." I smiled slightly, looking into the mirror and pushing down some of the frizz from my hair.
"I sure hope so." I said, pulling on my flats. "Honestly, I just needed a break after all that. And you helped me when I needed it too, which helped. Thank you."
She smiled. "What are best friends for?" I grinned back and put the dress back into it's bag, along with everything else. I followed her out of the changing area and back towards the men. Thor and Steve stood defensively next to Loki, as if he would attack at any second.
"Now that that's over..." Fury started. "Agent Matthews, you're free the rest of the day. I have business with the other Avengers for a while, so I'm afraid you won't get to catch up with Agent Romanov."
I groaned and slumped, leaning on Natasha for support. "Seriously?"
"You'll live." Fury said with the roll of his one good eye. He turned to Loki. "And you,"
Loki grinned. "Yes?"
"Your ass is being put back in that cell. I don't trust you not to do something stupid in the facility."
"Of course you wouldn't." Loki commented, his grin still there.
"What the hell are you cheesing about?" Tony asked, annoyed with his smile. Loki frowned quickly. "Keep your face like that. It's much less annoying."
I giggled slightly and avoided Loki's eyes as he glared at me.
"Anyways, Thor, Captain, take Loki back to his cell, then meet me with the other Avengers on deck to meet Doctor Banner." Fury directed. My eyes widened. Banner? As in the Hulk, Banner?
"Can I come?" I asked. Fury sighed. "Sure." I grinned, linking arms with Tony and Nat. I took glimpse at Loki before he was ushered out. He merely stared at me absentmindedly, until he was grabbed.
"Alright then, let's go get Brucy Wucy!" Tony sang. Nat and Fury rolled their eyes, while Hawkeye and I let out a few chuckles.
"Yes...let's go meet Doctor Banner." I said with a smile.
AN: YES I KNOW...this chapter was pretty freaking boring and I'm sorry! This idea floated around in my head and I kinda dragged it out. I will make sure the next chapter is a lot more exciting/eventful.
Okay...for some reason, I was like...OBSESSED with putting Rebekah's 'wedding' outfit together. I actually looked crap up to make it...
I tried putting in links so you guys could see it...especially the hairstyle and dress...but fanfic doesn't let the websites save on the stories correctly...so I put them on my profile! Go check the links out!:)
So there's all that just because I'm weird and thought I'd have a little fun with it. Personally...that white dress is GORGEOUS! Hopefully I'm not the only one who thinks so.
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