Ten Bucks and Location?
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Okay, to say the jet ride to the the Helicarrier was awkward, is a HUGE understatement.
It was full of random questions about the Tesseract file I'd given him and personal questions about how I'd been the past four years.
Not to sound mean or anything, but I couldn't have been happier after I landed the Jet on the Helicarrier and escorted him out.
We stepped out of the jet only to be hit by loud noise and powerful wind.
We were aproached by Captain Steve Rogers, with Agent Romanoff lingering behind him, "Dr. Banner."
Dad shook hands with Steve.
Dad shifted nervously, "Oh, yeah. Hi. China-May told me you'd be coming."
Another thing my father does is call me by my full name. Always China-May. Not China or May. Always China-May. I wouldn't even mind if he decided to call me Lemon Pie or Dumplin' just as long as it didn't sound formal/robotic!
Steve gave me a nod, returning to my father, "Word is you can find the cube"
Dad looked around at the Agents and crew uneasily, "Is that the only word on me?"
"Only word I care about," Steve replied sincerely.
"Must be strange for you, all of this," Dad waved his arms around gesturing to the high-tech planes.
Steve shrugged a little, "Well, this is actually kind of familiar."
Nat approached us before announcing, "Gentlemen, you may wanna step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath."
Suddenly the Helicarrier started to shake preparing to fly.
Steve peered over the edge, "Is this is a submarine?"
Dad chuckled and also looked over the edge, "Really? They want us in a submerged pressurized metal container?" he flickered his gaze over to me.
They both moved even closer to the edge of the Helicarrier and watched in awe as it started to lift into the air.
"Oh, no. This is much worse," Dad joked humorlessly.
I nudged his shoulder with a grin gracing my face, "Dad, you'll be fine. I live on this ship and I haven't managed to send it into chaos. Once or twice, but not everyday!" I reassured him, but now that I think about it, that probably wasn't the best way to do so.
I called to the pair of them to follow me.
Leading them onto the Bridge where Agents were hurrying around bellow Nick.
"Gentlemen," he greeted Dad and Steve, "China."
Steve walked up to my husband and gave him 10 bucks, before wardering off a bit in once again awe.
I strode over to his side and checked the readings on the screen in front, lightly brushing his hand.
Nick smiled briefly and turned to where my Dad, his father-in-law, stood, "Doctor, thank you for coming"
Dad jerked his head, "Thanks for asking nicely. So, uh...how long am I staying?" he questioned the man he didn't know was his son-in-law.
"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear," I answered him.
"Where are you with that?"
Nick looked pointedly at Coulson to explain.
Agent Coulson appeared closer to us, "We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."
Natasha gazed up from were she was crouched by a monitor with Agent Barton's face on it, "That's still not gonna find them in time."
She really missed her partner and last time I checked they were nothing more than business partners, but the look on her face was a little more personal.
Dad folded over the sleeves in his jacket, "You have to narrow the field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?"
"How many are there?" Nick and I asked at the same time, freaking him out a bit.
Dad carried on, "Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?"
Nick nodded, "Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please."
Natasha got up leading Dad from the Deck,
"You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."
As we were waiting to locate Loki using satellite facial recognition, I sat on the railing next to Nick's Holo-Monitor.
"How was the flight here?" Nick asked me, not looking up from the monitor.
I sighed, "Awkward. He kept asking me personal questions, so half the time I was pretending to be talking to someone over the headset," I frowned, "Did that sound as bad as I think it did?"
That earned a chuckle, "Yes. Yes it did. Does he know we're married?"
"No. He didn't say anything about my ring even if he did notice and I wasn't sure how to bring it up, I couldn't jus-"
"We got a hit. Sixty seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy nine percent," called out Agent Hill.
I hopped up, "Location?" I replied eagerly.
Clint Barton is one of SHIELD'S best and a close friend, we've taken bullets for each other in the field and now we're going to get him back even if it means there are a few casualties along the way.
"Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding," Hill answered.
Nick turned to Steve who was conversing with his fan boy, Coulson "Captain, you're up."
Steve left abruptly.
I looked up at Nick, "You need me there too?"
"If you can handle 'Hulking up' again within such a small amount of time" he replied, wanting me to choose.
"Stuttgart here I come," I stated, brushing my fingers against his as I left.
Man I hate not being allowed to show affection for one another because it's, 'unproffesional'.
Everyone on this ship knows we're married!
We share a bedroom, wear our wedding rings, have actual conversations with each other, unlike the other Agents (Hill for example) who act like they're stuck with pole up their asses.
But no! We have to keep it strictly professional even though we are in charge of SHIELD!
Although, on the plus side Dad won't get suspicious.