CHAPTER THREE:
"What are you then?" Tony asked, natural curiosity winning over caution.
"Doesn't matter." Rose dismissed. "Now, you've all been briefed, and I expect there's not much preparation that goes into these sorts of things, judging by your track record, so suit up."
"You can't just order us around." Tony snapped back. Rose shrugged.
"I'm doing it anyways. So suit up."
The Avengers exchanged glances, before turning standing up. They bid farewell to the Agents, as each went his or her separate way to 'suit up' as it was so often put.
"I don't trust her." Tony said, the moment him and Steve had met again, this time both fully suited up (Minus the hood/helmet)
"Well too bad." Steve said bluntly. "She's currently in charge, so we're taking her orders."
"That might work for you Cap, but it doesn't sit well with me." Tony admitted. Steve held back commenting on Rose's earlier stranger words, but decided against it. Get the wood thingy, and they could go back to their domestic lives. For a little bit, at least.
They met up with Bruce and Thor in the main dock, who had nothing to 'suit up' in, then with Clint and Natasha as they came out in full Shield uniform, Fury and Coulson behind them.
Rose met them a moment later. She too was in Shield uniform, but it wasn't the same… She wasn't… With them.
Tony and the other Avengers continued to stare at her, knowing full well that she was the one they were supposed to be listening too, but not really… paying attention. Only their fairly advanced skills kept them from looking away.
Almost as though she realized something, Rose took a simple key necklace off and tucked it into her pocket. The Avengers snapped out of their confusion.
"What was that." Natasha said almost instantly-she didn't approve of having her perception messed with.
"My superpower, Agent Romanoff." Rose said, a mixture of secretive and pride. "And yes, it was a key on a piece of rope, but no, don't ask." All Avengers looked like they wanted to disagree. "I don't question why you're half spider or why you're all American Pride." She said, gesturing to Natasha and Steve respectively.
It clicked to Tony, that while she may have extensive Shield knowledge, a lot of that information wouldn't be made available to the public. Especially the public that, guessing by her accent, hadn't been in America long.
"If you are done chatting, there's an aircraft waiting for you outside." Fury said from behind them, making Bruce and Tony jump, Steve and Thor turn around, and Clint and Natasha remain impassive.
"Right. We better get going." Steve agreed.
He led the superhuman group out, loading everyone onto the plane. Fury and Coulson left them from there, giving Rose a folder of maps and whatever information they had. Nevermind the fact most of it was already in her head.
Clint and Natasha took the pilot seats, and the Avengers, while usually full of snide comments for these sorts of flights, were silent. All were very aware of the newcomer, so they were content to fiddle there thumbs.
After about an hour of awkward half conversations, Tony finally broke the 'not above a whisper' rule.
"Okay, where are we going?" He snapped. "And when and where did our pilots find out before us?"
"London." Rose replied instantly. "And I went with Natasha to change, and told her there. She must have told Clint."
"Good to know you've gone all Unholy Trinity on us." Tony muttered.
"You just reference Glee."
"Shut up."
A few more awkward moments before Natasha finally decided to speak again.
"You know… That back in the back has been breathe for the whole trip. Anyone wanna check it?"
The plane fell silent, but not awkward this time. All eyes fell on a rather large bag in the back that most certainly was breathing.
"What…" Steve whispered, glancing at the others. In response, Tony looked at Bruce.
"Give me your shoe." He said quickly. Bruce frowned.
"What? No!"
"Shoe! Now!"
"Fine!" Bruce quickly undid his shoe and handed it to Tony, who then proceeded to whip it at the bag.
"Ow!" The bag exclaimed,
"You hit me in the face!"
"He hit me with a shoe!"
"You blew our cover!"
Natasha piped up from the front. "You never had cover."
The bag stopped squirming, and Steve stood up to go open it. As he did, a head of dark hair popped out, breathing like she'd never breathed before.
"Hey! Oh, wow! Avengers! Like… Real… Avengers… Staring at me… Oh, wow this wasn't a good idea." She said, starting off excited then ending in a barely audible murmur. A second head appeared, with pale, dirty blonde hair.
"Damn it Skye this was just what I said would happen! I don't even know what you thought would!" She exclaimed, leaning back like this was somewhere between normal and slightly annoying. This girl also carried the English accent.
"Hello?" Steve said, standing above her. Both girls scrambled to their feet, trying to make themselves somewhat presentable.
"Hi, my name is Skye. This is Jemma Simmons." She said, forcing a smiled. "We're-"
"Stowaways."
"Yes, but, Come on!"
"I'm sorry?" Steve replied to the unconventional argument.
"You're working with the Agent Badwolf! You're going to London! Fighting weird aliens! I couldn't not follow you." She defended herself. Jemma looked relatively uncomfortable.
"How's you even know about that?" Bruce asked from across the plane.
"I hacked… All of Shield." She said vaguely. Jemma hung her head as their pit grew deeper.
"Well it's too late to turn back! So accept it and move on!" Skye said defensively.
Steve made eye contact with all the Avengers, none of whom seemed too concerned. They weren't going to turn back, regardless. So if Skye and Jemma had to sit on the plane while they did their mission, so be it.