The decreased light coming from the windows was completely removed as Agent Coulson closed the curtain. I flipped the light switch on as he began booting up his computer.
"You know what?" There was a funny light in Coulson's eyes. "We aren't going to tell him you know the future. You simply know a lot about certain people. Just follow my lead." As I nodded, he began dialing his phone. "Director Fury. This is Agent Coulson. We've got a friendly code white. You are about to call, so I'll hang up." He then began typing what I would guess were security passwords into the computer. I stayed on the other side of the desk so the agent wouldn't think I was spying.
"What do you mean, he's about to call you?" He replied without looking up.
"His phone is monitored for key words. He wouldn't want to miss an important phone call. Code white is usually pretty important, unless an attack of some sort is going on. If it applied to the attack I would have included more key words."
"Neat. However, he won't listen to the whole message though, will he? He won't hear the friendly description of code white?" Agent Coulson shrugged.
"Probably not." The phone rang. Agent Coulson snatched it up and immediately began talking. "Friendly code white, Director. Friendly." I tried not to giggle. A fearful, stressed Fury was not someone to mess with.
"How in the world could a code white be friendly?" Startled by the return voice, I realized Agent Coulson had turned the phone to speaker phone.
"An unintentional one."
"How is hacking into our intelligence systems unintentional?"
"No hacking. Code white is usually related to some kind of leak or hack, but in this case she simply knows more than she should."
"If there is no leak or hack, how could she know too much?". Looking at Agent Coulson, I point at myself telling him I will answer before moving so I was closer to the phone which was right in front of the computer. My crazy imagination had come up with a explanation.
"Director Fury. I have had strange dreams for the past week about a certain group of men." Listening to myself I realized that line could be taken a lot of different ways. While kicking myself, I plowed on. "I saw certain, defining moments in their lives play out like a movie. I know things about their story that no one could know unless they were there. I want to help these men. I mean them no harm. They are superheros, sir, and I know my knowledge is dangerous. That is why I am cooperating." Silence resonated from the other line of the phone.
"Agent Coulson, who was that speaking?"
"The woman I called code white on," Agent Coulson replied.
"And why was she allowed to speak?" Oh my goodness, Agent Coulson could lift only one eyebrow! I've always wanted to be able to do that.
"Because I am convinced she knows what she says she does." It felt good to have Agent Coulson's backing. I actually started feeling a little sorry for the Director, though. This was a lot of information to take in, especially with its implications.
"She wants to help us?" The Director sounded a little incredulous. However, no way was I just going to stand here while he was talking about me without putting my two cents in.
"She knows some things that you don't. She watched it, not just read a summary report. She is a true American and loves freedom, which is what those men as well as you protect. This might surprise you, but I have never had dreams of world domination."
"But you have had dreams about the lives of heroes," stated the Director.
"But not the kind of dreams most women would be having." I belatedly realized the Director had simply been trying to comprehend the facts. My quick, defensive retort was met with a laugh.
"Mr Stark will be disappointed."
"Mr Stark has Miss Potts and, while he has a history, he better be staying faithful to her." There was a slight pause.
"You believe he can change?" asked the Director.
"I believe he already has." Suddenly the computer screen was filled with Director Fury's face. It was in thinking mode, a rather dangerous mode, staring right at me. For several long moments, I stared back at the Director. Then I again stated, "I want to help." The Director nodded.
"So you know about Tony Stark, Captain America, Thor, and who else?"
"Those are the main people. I know a little about Doctor Banner, Agent Barton, and Agent Romanoff as well. Oh, I do know why you are tracking Doctor Banner." I muttered the next bit much more quietly, "Even if he does better when left alone." He didn't deserve having to isolate himself, but he definitely didn't deserve being considered dangerous and tracked everywhere he went.
"That is quite a bit of information. How could you simply dreamed it?"
"Director, there was more involved but there is no possibility of this repeating or even getting into other hands. If you want to be able to sleep at night, just trust me." I gave Agent Coulson a smile, thanking him for backing me up.
"Is she a Mutant? You know I don't have a problem with Mutants." Oh dear. Of course, Professor Xavier, the X-men, and the mutants were all part of the Marvel universe. There were a couple things I would like to say to certain government people about that. One movie at a time though; my brain was already about to explode.
"No, not as far as I know." Agent Coulson looked at me, silently asking me to confirm.
"No extra genetic mutations. Everyone has mutations-that is what makes us individuals." Surprisingly, Director Fury made a weird sound in his throat.
"Where did you pick this girl up, Coulson? This is refreshing. Normally I'm fighting against the religious conservatives..." Director Fury stopped speaking as I began to cut him off.
"No hating on religion when I'm around." Director Fury was silent for a moment.
"Rachel Christenson, you are an astounding woman. Always stand up for what you believe in." I felt like blushing at the small amount of respect that was in his voice.
"Even if it means going against you?" I respected Director Fury quite a bit, and I hoped that we wouldn't have too many political arguments, but getting information from me was going to be his highest priority and keeping certain bits of that information from him was going to be mine.
"Even then."
"Good. So when you ask for information and I tell you no, I now have your permission to stand my ground." Director Fury's eyes darkened.
"I was expecting that to turn against me at some point, but not so soon."
"The future is a delicate thing, Director Fury. Who knows what could change with too much information?"
"The future?"
"Just a little." No fair! The Director could lift only one eyebrow too! Interestingly, it was the one above the eye patch.
"Well then. What do you want?"
"To help. And to do that, I need to be on the helicarrier for the next little while."
"We'll have to do a background check."
"Like you haven't already. I did notice you used my name but no one told you it. You have my formal permission."
"Thank you. You check out for now. However, since something has come up, I won't be at the helicarrier much of tomorrow."
"You need Agent Coulson as well, right? And I need a 'babysitter,' so I suggested Captain Rodgers since he already knows about me and he probably needs a bit of company."
"I can't leave just the two of you alone."
"If you are worried about me, I am positive that Captain Rodgers is completely chivalrous."
"How many people use the word chivalrous anymore?"
"Blame Twilight. It was a phase. Oh my..." I quickly shut my mouth. I could have been sent to Twilight! NOOOOOOOO! I mean, Alice is cool, and I like the variety of characterization in the Cullen family, but NOOOOO!
"What is Twilight?"
"A book and movie series that is one hundred percent fiction. And that is final." Of course, Agent Coulson and Director Fury were looking at me a little weird.
"I'm worried about not so nice people finding you."
"Finding out about us, you mean."
"I meant what I said."Mental note, Director Fury does not like to be corrected.
"I am certain that Captain Rodgers could take care of anyone who was a problem. He is only a couple weeks out of a war, you know. His mind is completely ready for war-fare, poor guy." Yet for the entire movie, no one seemed to realize this. Yes, Tony made jokes about it, but I don't think he realized how small amount of time transpired between Captain coming out of the ice and the Avengers assembling.
"I'd rather no one to know about Captain Rodgers quite yet."
"That's what I said. You don't want anyone finding out about us." Point for Rachel. "I'm fine with agents at any exits to the building where we are. Can't say the same for Captain Rodgers."
"I wasn't asking your permission. I was stating the facts." Frustrated Fury equals point two for Rachel. Really shouldn't push it though.
"And I am agreeing to whatever facts there may be." Director Fury simply turned his head to look at Agent Coulson.
"Take her to see the Captain, Agent Coulson. He has that entire complex all to himself anyway."
"Yes Director."
"Is that my chair?" Suddenly Agent Coulson's knee hit the power button for the computer. Amusingly, a safety protocol of shutting down really fast seemed to be in place for the computer.
"No, its Santa's." I retorted to the now blank screen.
"Careful, he might still be able to hack into the camera."
"So your not even going to fake an oops?"
"No, our meeting was over." I decided I liked Agent Coulson, and so a plan began to form in my mind on how to save his life.