Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

Hi guys! Finally we are getting near the *spicy* part of the story.
I know this is kinda slow-burn but as I said, somehow this whole story turned into more.
The picture above is (Y/N) new suit. I was heavily inspired by the old tomb raider movies but added my own twist to it.
And yes, Rumlow has a rather unecpected role in this book because I really really love the actor playing him so I knew I wanted him in here somehow.
Let me know what u guys think and happy reading!

I tried staying calm. I knew Tony well enough to know this was about Brock. I just had a feeling.

'Okay so Rumlow broke free from his cell two days ago. Fury wants us to find him and bring him to him. (Y/N), I know you don't want to be part of this life anymore but Fury wants you in charge. You knew Brock better then every one in this room put together and you can break him.'

The others watched me with confusion in their gazes. Steve seemed to have seem a ghost.

'Tony I-'

'Tony you can't be serious, she hasn't been on a mission in almost 3 years and now she gets to lead one? This is ridiculous.'

Steve cut me off, fury in his eyes. Tony sighed, having a knowing look on his face.

'I knew this would happen. Cap I know you are normally the one in charge but this one's different. We need (Y/N)'s knowledge on the subject and her skill set will be a perfect addition to us. Do not, under any circumstances, underestimate her again Captain Rogers.'

Tonys voice got serious, getting slowly tired to having to contradict Steve. I was still paralyzed, trying to comprehend the mission.

'Tony can I please speak?', I whispered. 

The others still clueless to what was happening. Tonys eyes turned to me and nodded as Steve sighed, also, finally, shutting his mouth.

'Anthony I know you think this is a good idea but I don't think it is. Brock still thinks he lost me after what happened last time. I rather keep it that way.'

'You never call me Anthony.'

'Tony please. I can lead the mission, you know that, but please don't force me to face him.'

'Guys could you please tell us what is going on? Imma get whiplash if you don't.

Wanda had spoken up and the others started nodding and agreeing to her. I took a deep breath and began telling them about mine and Rumlows history.

*flashback to before (Y/N) left S.H.I.E.L.D*

'Hey Tony, this is my friend Brock, he just started working here. Brock this is Tony Stark, my cousin.'

'Mr. Stark, it is an honor to finally meet you. You have a wonderful cousin.'

'why thank you Brock. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.'

*time jump*

'(Y/N) what do you say we make it official? Will you be my girlfriend?'

'Yes!'

*time jump*

'(Y/N), Rumlow is part of HYDRA. We need to get him before he takes Lokis scepter. I'm sorry.'

'Furry, what do you mean he's with Hydra? That can't be right.'

'I'm sorry but he is one of the leaders. Our rats wrote it in the protocol if you wanna read it.'

*time jump*

'Rumlow, lower the weapon! Now!'

'I will if you hand over (Y/N). Do it and I won't blow this place up.'

'So you dated Rumlow. What's the big deal?'

Steve watched me with an irritated look. Not knowing what came next, as he interrupted me, I understood why he was acting like this. Tony was loosing his calm too.

'If you'd just listen to me, Steve you'd know.'

'Okay Capcicle, listen. If (Y/N) wouldn't have worn a bullet proof west she'd be dead for real. She got unconscious after some idiot on Rumlows side shot her. He took her with him to a HYDRA-base and used her as bait to get to me. Long story short I rescued her and because the guy is a dick he shot her  again in her back. Thats where she almost died the second time. He left in a helicarier and broke down because he thought he killed her. And yes, even if he willingly shot her.'

Everyone went quiet. They watched me with disbelieve.

'So if anyone, besides the Captain, has anything against (Y/N) leading this mission you better speak up now.'

Everyone began to mumble, unsure about what to do. Steve got up and left the room after giving me a dirty look.

After some time the others and Tony had finally decided that they were okay with me leading the mission. The more I thought about getting back in the field, the more I accepted I had to face that dumbass Rumlow again. I know he and I have our history but over the years and after everything Tony told me about his missions, I just developed this hate towards him. No love I had for him was left. I know I have to bring him down. And I have to do it perfectly because if I fail I get to her a big, fat 'I told you so' from Capcicle himself. I went back to my office with Tony after we had finished our team meeting just to hang out a bit.

'So, Tiny, are you sure you're going to be fine in this one?'

'Yes. I think I will. It's been a while since I led a mission but I'm exited. I just need a suit.'

With a twinkle in his eyes, Tony dragged me to his office that doubled as a laboratory where we spend the whole day trying to figure out what the best suit for me is. My old suit was extremely uncomfortable and impractical so Tony let his magic brain to its thing. Somewhere between designing and making the suit I fell asleep.

After some time I felt a hand shaking me by my shoulder. Slowly I drifted out of my nap and opened my eyes.

'Hey, Tiny wake up your suit is done. What do you think?', Tony asked with a low, expecting voice. Watching my reaction closely.

I rubbed my eyes free from sleep and adjusted to the lights.My eyes widened when I saw what Tony had made for me. Before me stood a mannequin with a black, long sleeved one piece suit. It's pants were short with a silver belt with a black symbol on the buckle. The belt held holsters that tied in the thigh and went down to tie in again at the calves. The first set of holsters held two beautiful USP Match pistols with black match weights and extended magazines. The second set of holsters had room for daggers and knives. The suit was complete with a pair of dark brown leather boots with big buckles on them. I was speechless. I began walking towards it and touched the fabric, it seemed to be out of a bulletproof material. It felt like it was knitted out of light weighted steel or something.

It was perfect.