Here we are as promised second update of the day
Chapter 12 – Little Miss Horrors
Two days later Rose was up and running. She'd spared with Natasha the day before (as Clinton was too worried he may break her) and Natasha had said she was ready to go back to Oscorp. Natasha walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple before grabbing numerous cards of the table next to Tony who was hunched over a laptop. She wore an Oscorp catsuit that Clinton had gotten for her the day before when the other Agents (apart from Rose) went back into Oscorp the day after they came back from Louisiana. It was six o'clock in the morning but everyone was awake and working.
"Right Red, you're in welcome to Oscorp. Cover name Natalie Rushman as requested. I've got fake mission reports and missions, also a kill count made up for you – 79," Tony explained, "You were moved from their base in Russia and you're a field Agent."
"Right, anything else I need to know?" she asked.
"Nope. Rose come here I have something for you," Tony stood up. Rose carefully walked towards him.
"Now when you activate this," he held up a micro sized silver circle between his figures letting everyone see, "It'll hide your heat signature from the heat sensors and will hide you from any cameras. You'll be invisible to any technology." Tony hid the devise in her belt before showing her how to activate it. Not long after everyone was ready and the Oscorp Agents headed out the door. They reached the Oscorp New York base minutes later and got on a jet heading to the Helicarrier. After going through the usual safety protocols they all headed their spate ways for the time being. The three scientists headed off to the labs, Coulson and Hill headed to their offices and Rose and Clinton headed to theirs, dragging Natasha along behind them. Once they were inside Rose activated the devise and walked out the open door.
Rose made her way through the corridors of the Helicarrier towards Osborn's office. Once she'd reached it she took a dagger out of its strap on her leg that no one had ever touched in a gloved hand and a note that was crumpled and torn out of her pocket. Checking the corridor was empty she slipped inside closing the door behind her. She knew for a fact Osborn wasn't in his office at the moment but she had to be quick. Slowly she walked over to his desk placed the note on the desk and stuck the dagger in pinning it to the desk. She'd spent the whole of the day before coping Fury's writing and writing the note. The note read;
Osborn, times are catching up with you. You know what you've done and now it's coming back to haunt you. The spirits are coming for you Osborn and they won't rest until they drag you down to hell. They're here and are waiting to strike. Times slipping away from you Osborn, better watch your back.
Rose looked at the note for a moment before rushing over to the door. Putting her ear to the door to check if the hall was empty she held her breath. Perfect, no one's around. She opened the door and slid out closing it behind her careful not to leave anything behind that they could use to trace the note to her. She'd just started walking away from his office when Bobbie came towards her. Rose tensed slightly but not enough for Bobbie to see.
"Stalingrad, your back!" she gasped, "Everyone said you were dead!"
"Well I'm not. I'm not that easy to kill," Rose hissed trying to walk past.
"Stalingrad?" she called after her. Rose spun round; can she not just let her go?!
"What?!" she snapped. Bobbie stepped back slightly her hand going over her stomach as if to protect the baby from Rose. Rose rolled her eyes before continuing to glare at Bobbie.
"Well?"
"What are you doing here?" Bobbie stuttered.
"I was going to go to the gyms but decided to do some paper work instead, that satisfy you enough you nosey bitch?" she hissed before turning on her heels and storming back to her shared office. She nearly fell through the open door tripping over her own feet as she saw Osborn further along the corridor with Hill beside him. Before he saw her she slammed the door closed behind her and darted to her desk just in case he came in. Both Clinton and Natasha looked at her eyebrows raised.
"You placed the note?" Clinton asked eventually. They were free to talk as they'd ripped out every camera and mikes they'd put in there. Eventually they just gave up trying to put new ones in as Rose and Clinton would take them out every time.
"Yep, now let's hope everyone else does their part," Rose muttered pulling out some paper work.
After Hill left Coulson in the office she headed straight to Osborn's. She needed to get him out of the way quick and long enough for Rose to get into his office. She sped along the corridor eventually coming to his office. She lifted her hand and knocked sharply on the door.
"Come in," his rough voice came through the door. Hill opened the door and walked inside.
"Sir, there's something I need you to see that concerns your second in command," she said. Osborn looked up at her questioningly but Hill stood tall not faltering.
"It has to wait, I'm busy. Now get out of my sight," he spat. Everyone knew he had no patience for anyone that worked for Fury and supported him. Hill wouldn't let that get in the way though.
"No Sir it can't wait, it's urgent," she demanded. Osborn seemed taken aback for a moment. No one ever spoke back to him. He sighed before standing up.
"Where's Agent Crichton now?" he asked about his second in command.
"This way Sir." Hill turned and led him out the office. She knew where Agent Crichton was, he was in there every day at this time with someone new. Hill led him through the corridors to one of the quietest parts of the Helicarrier. She walked over to one of the cupboard doors and motioned for him to open it. Osborn raised an eyebrow before opening the door. The distinct sound of a female screaming came from the door as he opened it. Hill smirked as she looked at Agent Brandt (the woman who screamed) who was desperately trying to pull up her catsuit that was currently around her ankles and at Agent Crichton who was trying to sort out his own suit. Just liked she'd predicted they'd caught him in the middle of his daily shag with a random Agent.
"AGENT CRICHTON WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" Osborn shouted. Hill watched smirking as the vein on his head started to show. Crichton just stood there stuttering. Osborn had made it against Oscorp policy for Agents to get involved with one another but many of the Agents had hidden relationships.
"I EXPECT MORE FROM BOTH OF YOU! Agent Brandt get out now, I'll deal with you latter," he hissed calming down slightly.
"Yes Sir," she spluttered running out the cupboard weapons in her arms.
"Crichton you are here by demoted and suspended from Oscorp effective immediately. Now get the hell of my ship or you won't live to see tomorrow."
"Yes Sir…." Agent Crichton walked past. Osborn turned to Hill and immediately the smirk dropped from her face.
"How long has this been going on for?" he asked. They both started to walk along the corridors; Hill wasn't paying attention to which one.
"I'm not sure Sir but I found out a couple of weeks ago," Hill lied as she walked behind him. She knew as soon as it started after Osborn got control and Crichton was promoted, gossip spreads fast. They'd just turned the corner and she saw Rose dart into her and Barton's office and slamming the door closed.
"I want you to tell me if anything else like this happens or you'll face the same fate as Crichton, do you understand?" Osborn turned on her. Hill who had been distracted by the clang of metal above their heads didn't answer.
"Do you understand Hill?!" he asked this time more severally. Hill was snapped back to the present.
"Yes Sir, loud and clear," she nodded. With that he stalked off back to his office shouting at random Agents as he went. Hill rubbed her forehead. She'd taken out his second in command, his eyes and ears to every single Agent; if it all went as planned he'd be getting weaker, not yet physically but mentally. With that thought fresh in mind she walked over to Barton and Stalingrad's office and went inside.
"Darcy!" Jane hissed as she dropped part of the equipment against the metal vent once again.
"Sorry!" Darcy whispered back. At the moment the two scientists were crawling through the vents. Right below them was Osborn and Hill. Jane grinded to a halt leaving Darcy to crash into her and yet again she dropped the equipment. Darcy groaned in protest with Jane quickly hushing her. Beneath them Osborn was busy shouting at Hill. Jane could tell she'd heard the noise and was distracted.
"Do you understand Hill?!" they heard Osborn ask. A second later Hill replied.
"Yes Sir, loud and clear," she nodded. Jane waited until Osborn had left until she started moving again. They moved through the vents to the first of the gym. As soon as they reached it Darcy gave the nozzle of the equipment to Jane. Sifting her position slightly Jane looked through the vent cover and down into the gym below them, there must be twenty Agents in that gym alone. Jane moved the nozzle of the machine and pressed it against the vent cover. With the nozzle in place she turned round and nodded to Darcy. Darcy seeing this flicked a switch on the pack on her back. To the naked eye nothing was happening but there was smoke filling the room. The smoke would take a couple of hours to take affect but when it did the Agents would be violently sick, get a fever and be unable to work for three weeks. After a few minutes Darcy turned off the devise. Both Jane and Darcy felt a pang of guilt; the Agents had done nothing wrong (well apart from support Osborn) but it was better in the long run, less Agents less hassle. With that gym smoked they two crawled off to the other gyms. On the way past they came across Betty who was crawling through the vents too on her own 'personal mission'. The group nodded their greetings to one another before heading off in their separate directions – Jane and Darcy headed back to the gyms and then their own lab and Betty off in the other direction.
Betty nodded to Jane and Darcy before carrying on along the vents. By the looks of it they'd done the first gym that meant they only had another three to do. Betty herself had a backpack and was heading to the council room. Even though S.H.I.E.L.D. had been shut down they were still in contact with the world council. He went into the room to speak to the council at least four times a week. When Betty reached the room she unscrewed the cover and placed it behind her. Carefully she dropped down into the room. Immediately she ran over to the control panel and slid underneath it. Opening the backpack she took out some pliers and her own laptop before placing it beside her. Quickly she hooked it up to the control panel and uploaded a virus before taking the pliers and cutting numerous wires. As soon as she had cut the last wire she shoved it all back into the backpack and throwing it onto her back. With a lot of effort she eventually managed to pull herself up into the vent before replacing the vent cover. Quickly she crawled back through the vents and dropped into her lab. Once the vent cover was replaced and her laptop was in place she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd hardly been in the lab for five minutes when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Betty shouted slipping on her lab coat.
"Hey Betty, ready for lunch?" Coulson's head popped round the door.
"Yeah let's go," Betty grabbed her pass off the table before following Coulson out her lab.
When the two reached the canteen everyone else was already round their usual table. They quickly grabbed some lunch and sat down beside them. Natasha looked up at the two and nodded to them.
"So how's everything going?" Clinton asked.
"Brilliant, he went absolutely mental when he saw what Agent Crichton was doing. He now has no second in command," Hill smirked. Rose laughed and shoved some food in her mouth. Before anyone else could say another word Osborn burst in. Everyone turned to look at their very angry boss.
"WHO THE HELL WROTE THIS NOTE?!" he screamed holding up the note Rose had pinned to the desk. Rose stood up before gliding over to Osborn. Osborn's expression quickly changed from anger to shock. The expression was clear, he's not a spy he can't hide his expressions from them. They all knew why he was so shocked to see her walking over to him. The Red Room will have told him she's dead.
Once she reached him she bent down slightly and studied the note. Osborn continued to look down at her wide eyed. After a while of studying it Rose grabbed the note off of him.
"No… impossible…" she whispered just loud enough for Osborn to hear. Her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were wide. Quickly she span round.
"Barton! Hill! Coulson! Come here!" she shouted over to them. They stood up and walked over already involved in her little game called 'Freak the Shit out of Osborn'.
"Who's writing does that look like?" she asked coldly. Rose held up the note for them to read. The three studied the note for a couple of minutes before their eyes widened.
"No, is that?" Coulson started.
"Yep, defiantly, I'd recognise his writing anywhere. I looked it often enough for however many years?" Hill confirmed nodding her head.
"Who wrote it then you blithering idiots!?" Osborn growled. They all looked at each other before looking back at Osborn.
"Fury," they all said at the same time. Osborn's face fell. He visibly tensed before turning on his heels and storming out. The four then went back to the table. Once Barton and Coulson had gone back to their meals the girls looked up. They all eyed each other smirking, onto phase two. Both Barton and Coulson had no idea about phase two they would stop them doing it if they did.
That night once Clinton was asleep Natasha swung her legs over the old couch. They were back in the flat and Clinton was out cold in his bedroom. Natasha stood up and stretched. Quickly she changed into the black joggers and black top Hill had lent her before pulling on the black converses. It was good that two girls were the same size, both in this dimension and hers. Once she was changed she walked over to Rose's bedroom door quickly knocking. Rose threw it open nearly instantly, greeting Natasha with a hoodie thrown at her face. Natasha easily caught it easily before slipping it on. She zipped up the hoodie before looking up at Rose. Rose was wearing black army-style boots that went halfway up her thigh, a black hoodie and black leggings. She chucked a bag at Natasha before putting her own over her shoulders.
"Ready?" Natasha whispered once the bag was safely on her back.
"Yep," Rose nodded slipping out her bedroom and closing the door soundlessly behind her.
"Let's go," Natasha nodded as she ushered Rose out the flat.