Stark Struck | The Avengers

Chapter IX: A Dead Agent and Lola

Chapter Nine

 

        Oh, man, did I look in trouble.

        The FBI agent looked kind enough, but he looked pretty serious, too. He was smiling, slightly, but it was there.

        The 'cops' took off the handcuffs, thinking I wouldn't strangle anyone. Which I wouldn't. Probably. I don't know how so, probably not.

        "You're late." I stated.

        He chuckled slightly. "Sorry about that. More important matters."

        I rolled my eyes. "So who are you?" I rested my arms on the cold, metal table in front of me.

        The agent sat down across from me. He smiled, genuinely. "I'm a friend."

        I let a small smirk pass. "Who do you work for?"

        "Aren't I the one who is supposed to be asking the questions?" I shrugged. "I work for S.H.I.E.L.D."

        "So you work for Fury?"

        "So you've heard of him."

        "Met him a few days ago. What's with him and the eyepatch?"

        "Long story."

        "Ah. So what did you say your name was again?"

        "I'm Agent Phil Coulson."

        "Alright, Agent Coulson, why'd you come here? Don't you have 'more important matters?'"

        "You sound just like him." He mumbled.

        "Who?"

        "Tony."

        "Stark?"

        "The one and only." He said with an annoyed sigh.

        I leaned more on the table, "Back to my question; why'd you come?"

        "Director Fury has requested you to come to S.H.I.E.L.D."

        "...Why?"

        "Only Director Fury knows why." Coulson said with a small shrug.

        "And you came to get me?"

        He nodded.

        "Took you long enough." I stood up, smoothing down my clothes.

        Agent Phil Coulson stood and waved at me to the door. "Let's go."

        I tightened my side ponytails before following Coulson through the door. When we passed through the cops I waved at them, smirking at all of them. I winked at a handful of them and caught up with Coulson.

        My eyes caught those of the two idiots who brought me in. "Have fun putting criminals in those bicycle baskets of yours."

        The two officers in their dark blue uniforms couldn't help but chuckle.

        I rolled my eyes at them with a smile. I continued to follow Coulson outside of the police station. We turned a corner into an alleyway where a vintage looking convertible stood. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's your car?"

        Agent Coulson smiled proudly. "Her name's Lola." I was about to rest my hand on the hood, "Don't touch Lola."

        I dropped my hand down. "Alright then..."

        Agent Phil Coulson hopped in the front seat of Lola and turned on the ignition. "Get in."

        I widened my eyes in surprise that we- Coulson- was actually driving such a nice looking car. I opened the door quickly and strapped my seat belt on as fast as I could, afraid that Coulson could drive off without me.

        "So where are we going?" I asked as we were driving along some unfamiliar road.

        "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mobile base."

        "Is it hidden in the sky or something? I don't see anything mobile around here."

        "You could say something like that."

        A random air strip started to become visible in the distance. A large, fat looking plane stood on the strip. Coulson drove towards it.

        "Those cops, are they S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?"

        Coulson smirked. "Not for the life of them. No, they're just regular New York City bicycle cops. I payed them to bring you in."

        "Why? Why pay them?"

        Coulson shrugged. "For the sake of it. Thought it would lighten the mood."

        I rested my arm on the edge of the rolled down window. "It sure did..." I said with a bit of sarcasm.

        The Quinjet, as Coulson called it, was drawing nearer. And when we reached the plane Coulson threw the keys to Lola to an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Don't scratch Lola."

        The Quinjet itself was large. The inside of it could fit Coulson's car. As soon as the agent driving Lola took off, and Coulson and I were safe inside the Quinjet, the pilots took off.

        I leaned against the metal wall of the plane. "You know, I feel like Tony. Being escorted to places. Or even Bruce Wayne. You know, Batman? From the comics?"

        Coulson was looking over the shoulders of the pilots in the cockpit. "Who told you Batman was just a comic?"

        "Wait- what?" I leaned in closer to him.

        Agent Coulson ignored me. "We're approaching the Helicarrier," he said no one in general.

        "The Heli-what?" I drew my gaze to where Coulson was pointing.

        And I thought the Quinjet was large. The Helicarrier was like a Navy cargo ship. But in the sky. As high as the clouds. Handfuls of similar Quinjets were scattered across the Helicarrier's airstrip. The pilot's landed the Quinjet with ease, and I followed Coulson off the jet. As soon as I stepped off, my hair started to whip around.

        "Hasn't anyone died yet? From being this high up?" I asked, as I tried to catch up to a fast walking Coulson.

        "Not yet. Hope you don't plan being the first one either." I followed him inside the Helicarrier.

        Inside waiting by the door was a tall-ish woman with short, auburn hair. "You're late."

        "I had more important matters, Hill."

        "More important than her? She's targeted by Loki!" Hill glared at me.

        "Hi?" I stuck out my hand. "I'm Ale-"

        Hill turned and started to walk away. "I know who you are. All of S.H.I.E.L.D. does." She stopped and turned towards the two of us. "Now, if you would follow me. I think it's about time you met New York City's saviors."