Okay, so first things first! Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed ^^
second, a lot of you seem really mad at me for introducing my oc into the story. I can understand that a lot of you dont like oc's mixing with existing characters, but I didn't just throw her in there for the heck of it XD someone said she seems like a mary sue, as well- and well yeah, that was kind of the idea. Shes supposed to SEEM like a mary sue character. i'm not forcing anyone to continue reading this- you can take it off your alerts if you want- i'm just saying that you can't automatically dismiss my oc, when you don't have the full back story and reason behind why she is there.
So, please, give Becky a chance :) if you don't like her, then i guess I'll see you later :) I told you at the beggining that even the hate reviews are allowed, and i wont go back on that, but sometimes i get a little frustrated with my writing too, and i will admit, i was a little discouraged. but i asked for it, so it's no ones fault but my own, and i'm not blaming anyone, or telling them to get the hell out. i'll keep posting, because i'd like to believe there are a few people who still enjoy this fic at least a little :)
anywho, sorry for the rant XD! hope you enjoy!
~Chapter 8
"What is this intricate piece of wood for?" Thor asks inquisitively, giving the music instrument an odd look.
"It's a cello. For making music." Beckett drags the horse hair bow across all four strings in turn, the notes deep and ringing.
"It is marvelous!" Thor exclaims, in awe of the sound it created. "We have something of the sort back on Asgard, but the sound is not nearly so wonderful."
Becky can't help but laugh. "I am glad you like it." She goes through several sets of scales as warm ups and plays songs she has in her memorized music storage, from Row, Row, Row Your Boat all the way to Waltz No. 2.
"Hey, I didn't know you played cello…" Tony says as he comes in, plopping down on the couch opposite of the handler. Something clicks in Tony's mind. "Wait a minute… were you Coulson's cellist?"
The note she plays turns sour. "I was not his cellist. We were good friends, that's all." She stiffly informs the insensitive genius.
Tony starts rambling on again, unfazed by the mood change. "So, you're just a handler, right? Then why are with us like, all the time?"
"Because I was ordered to be here constantly." She answers. "Fury sent me here because Pepper was slowly going crazy thanks to you guys."
Tony waves a hand. "Nah, Pepper loves me!" He gestures toward the other as if they're lesser beings. "It's those people over there that are problem children."
"How much are they paying you?" Bruce asks Becky incredulously.
"Not enough." Clint answers for her.
"Oh, hey Robin!" Tony calls as he sees Hawkeye arriving, drying his hair with a towel. "How was nesting in the rain? Did Batman tell you to come back in?"
"No. Pepper was with me though, and she told me to come back in." Clint replies with a lopsided grin. Becky can tell he hasn't bounced back completely from their earlier encounter, but he's clearly covering it up with the delicacy and fake smile all spies had learned to use. She had seen that fake smile more than enough to spot it easily. "Said she missed me."
Tony freezes. "No way. She didn't miss you. You're just saying that!" He pouts. "He's just saying that." Tony assures Beckett. "Pepper is into the genius type. Not the weirdo type."
"Funny how she picked you seeing as how you're more in the second category." Clint mumbles into a pillow, sprawling across the entire couch, lying face down. He's still wiped out from the trip back.
"Yeah, well you're stupid." Tony says, crossing his arms.
"Jeez, Pepper wasn't kidding when she said you guys were like five year olds." Becky says under her breath. "Anyways, where are Steve and Bruce? And Natasha too."
"Tasha isn't coming." Clint says, lifting one hand lazily and then just letting it drop as if the effort proved to be too much. "She's not a fan of music as far as I know." That was a lie—Clint had learned of their years as partner that music was one of Nat's few passions. But he also knows she's not really a fan of Beckett.
"Steve is with Fury, I think… And Bruce said he getting a tetanus shot or whatever ready for the bird with a broken wing." Tony finishes.
"You must perform for us, Lady Beckett!" Thor demands, about to hurtle his mug to the floor. He stops himself last second, and calmly sets it on the table as softly as he can.
"We'll wait for them first," Becky tells Thor. "Then I'll play."
"With haste, green one!" Thor roars at Banner as he approaches from the elevator.
When Clint sees the hypodermic needle that Bruce holds, he instantly feels queasy. After Natasha had forced him to visit the team doctor, Bruce had deemed it necessary to create a drug cocktail to make certain the poison would have no lasting effects. Clint isn't afraid of needles, but he's not exactly a fan either.
"You're left handed, so give me you're right." He says as Clint sits up, offering the arm Banner asks for.
He disinfects a small spot in the crook of his elbow before pressing the needle into the muscle with a small pricking sensation.
"Afraid of a little needle, Stark?" Banner asks, noting the way Tony had turned away as soon as the needle was in sight.
"No." Tony replies with a snort. "I can deal with blood. I've probably killed more people than Big Bird over there."
Clint looks at Tony solemnly. "I can guarantee that's not true, and besides, that's not something to be proud of." He says truthfully.
"For an assassin, you sure seem pretty merciful. First you let Natasha walk with a free ticket and then-."
"Those were completely different circumstances." Clint says, his voice clipped. "Don't talk about things you don't have the full story on."
"You wanna tell us the story then?" Tony asks, hopeful. He wants more insight on the two spies, but he's too lazy to break into their personal files, and knows Fury would have a fit.
"No."
"You're no fun. Oh! I know!" Tony brightens up as he comes up with what he believes to be a great idea. "Let's have a contest, since Brucey B. and I are in one! Whoever brings down the most bad guys in our next big fight, wins, and the loser has to pay for all the broken appliances for a month."
Clint rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
"Never call me that again." Bruce tells the excited Stark.
"Hey, everyone," Steve calls from across the room.
Steve Rogers arrives via elevator with yet another manila folder in hand. "This is for you," He hands it to Becky, who accepts with a smile and polite thank you.
"Don't tell me Fury wants us to leave on our 'Love the Country' campaign a week early." Tony groans as Beckett looks through the folder, her frown growing in place of the normally happy expression.
"No," She mumbles, "He has that postponed for now it seems…"
"What's wrong?" Bruce asks, noticing the glare she gave to the somehow despicable files.
She drops the file on the coffee table and sets her cello down carefully, patting down her pockets as she looks for her phone. She finds it and flips it open with an angry noise. "Be right back. Need to make a call." is the only explanation Beckett gives, and a poor one at that.
After the coast is clear, Tony gets up and grabs the abandoned papers, reading them over quickly.
"What is it?" Clint asks tiredly. He gets the feeling it might be something he isn't going to like.
Tony grimaces.
"Pysch Evaluation... for only three of us."
Clint groans. If he takes a Pysch test, he knows exactly what will happen. He'll be sidelined for a month or two, after answering one question wrong, just like after Budapest.
Damn, but that sucks.
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"No."
"Beckett, you know as well as I do, Clint and Natasha have gotten out of these for the past two years. They need to be evaluated." Fury says into the phone, sighing. He knew she was going to give him trouble on this—he knew it.
"Then why did you through Stark into the bunch? He's probably one of the more emotionally stable people on the entire team!"
"Bruce, Thor and Steve already did the test and passed, albeit it was a bit close for certain people. They're the only ones who haven't taken it."
"Clint and Tasha aren't doing it. I may be the team handler, but I have to be the most careful with them specifically, and this is not good for their way of doing things."
"Their way of doing things nearly gets them killed on a daily basis."
"Only when you split them up." Beckett argues. "I don't want them taking that test Nick. I'm not sending them in."
"Why are you so adamant they get out of this?" Fury asks, exasperated.
"Because they'll fail."
Fury raises an eyebrow. That wasn't what he expected by a long shot. "They'll fail?"
"Oh, most definitely. The Avengers can't afford to be two down in a fight, and that's exactly what will happen. And I get the feeling you're planning something big for them Nick." Becky says. "You only have evals right before a big mission."
Nick sighs again, rubbing his eye. It's late and he's tired; he really isn't in the mood. "Send Stark in the morning then. Their exempt for now, but they will have to deal with this soon. Or there might not be a later."
"You're planning something big, aren't you?" She questions, worried that she had been right.
"I don't, Becky." Fury replies honestly. "But Natasha does."
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