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Thanks to Snoweylily for her review (and for forgiving me for my outragous mistake ;-p) and to msroe00 for following the story.
Hope you guys enjoy!
"What?!" Both Natasha and I cried.
"I'm not a superhero!" I cried at him.
"You just took down one of my best agents who is in the Avengers, Chrissie."
"By the element of surprise! Anyone can do that! She could take me down in her sleep!" I cried at him.
"Director, shouldn't you think this through?" Natasha interrupted, keeping her cool a hell of a lot better than me.
"Since when have I ever not thought through a decision, Agent Romanoff?" Fury replied coolly.
"But sir, it would be fruitless, she hates most of the team anyway, and-"
"I seem to recall that not all of the Avengers were the best of friends when this initiative first started," Fury said pointedly.
That shut Natasha up fast.
"No way, I'm not doing it." I was completely against it.
"Very well then," Fury said, heading for the door, "You're stuck in here." And he slammed the door shut behind him. "I'm going to fix this." Natasha said to me and darted towards the door. I was frozen in place. What Fury had said was starting to sink in, and I felt my way to my bed and dropped onto it. Why were my parents targets? Why was I only now a potential target? And if I was a target, then why were S.H.I.E.L.D. so concerned for my safety? It didn't make sense. Shouldn't they have more important things to worry about? All these questions swam around in my head, and I felt dizzy. Behind that dizziness, I felt angry, and in my frustration I slammed my fist down on the locker next to my bed. Yup, I felt seriously angry. I clenched my fist harder until I saw a small drop of blood slip down my arm from my palm. I unclenched my fist and saw that my nails had made puncture marks in my palm, and one was bleeding. "Jarvis," I said in a low, tight voice, "put away anything that you don't want me to break."
"Chrissie, I really don't think-"
I screamed in frustration and kicked over the locker with a force I didn't know I had in me. And kicked and kicked and kicked until it could hardly be called a locker anymore. I heard movement. I whirled around and saw the kitchen disappearing behind the walls. I grabbed a delicate looking vase from one of the worktops. I don't know why, maybe I thought at the time that it would piss Tony off if I broke something of his, I don't know. I put the vase on the floor and flipped over my bed. I picked up the chair Steve so often sat in and flung it against the mirror on the other side. It was smashed to smithereens. I did that to the rest of the furniture, and surveyed the demolition site. I knew I looked a mess, but I didn't care. My eyes fell on the vase I had set aside. It looked so perfect next to all of the wrecked furniture; it made me want to scream. So I did. I screamed and in to long angry stride I was in front of it. Curling my fingers into a fist again, I smashed down on it from above. Glass was flying everywhere. I felt some cut under my left eye, and another few jagged pieces gouged the side of my hand. There was blood everywhere but I didn't stop. I was so angry I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I could have been going crazy for all I knew. I was faintly aware of a yell, and shouting, before I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked up in my already dulling vision; I saw a flash of blond hair, then nothing.
SUSPENCE... AGAIN! :-P
Hop you guys enjoyed.
Peace out!
-kates the firework
P.S. I know its abit random why Fury would want Chrissie in the Avengers, but worry not, it shall become clear in the near furture, my friends! (Random thor moment there, oops!)
ByE!