Running Scared (Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Katherine Banks was some kind of fool. At least that's what she thought as she laid on the floor of some random hotel room. Her feelings were multiplied the moment she saw black booted feet headed toward her.

Twenty Four Hours Earlier

Katie folded another pair of pants and placed them in her suit case, every so often glancing over to the cell phone that sat at the desk behind her. It was her SHIELD phone and in the past week it hadn't made a sound. She doesn't know why she's actually wanting it to ring, seeing as this was the life she wanted, well at least partly wanted. When she dreamed of a life away from SHIELD, she didn't see a life as a department head of a billion dollar company.

She walked over to the phone, to see if maybe she'd missed a call, but as she expected she hadn't. Katie shook her head at how ridiculous she was being before walking over to her jewelry box. She wasn't a girl who was completely into jewelry, but there was one piece she didn't wear often, but would wear especially if she was going far. She flipped open the box and pulled out the necklace, it's red pendant still unbelievably beautiful. It was a gift from her father that once belonged to her mother. She clipped the necklace around her neck before going back over to her bed to finish packing. Katie jumped at the sound of ringing, slightly disappointed that it was from the phone that wouldn't stop ringing. She dropped the pants into her suitcase before grabbing her phone from her bed and bringing it to her ear.

"Banks," She greeted curtly as she balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder as she zipped up her suit case.

"Hey boss!" Evelyn replied and Katie couldn't help the small smile that came to her face.

"I think I told you not to call me that." Katie replied as she picked up the suit case from it's handle sitting it on the floor, before rolling it out of her bedroom into the living room. "How far are you?"

"Not that." Evelyn replied before Katie heard the sound of knocking on her door. She walked over and pulled open the door to reveal her very stylish, yet chic employee. Katie glanced over to her before looking down to her very laid back attire of a pair of skinny jeans, and a tank top and couldn't help but feel underdressed. "Nice look?"

"You really weren't kidding about that brutal honesty, were you?" Katie chuckled turning and grabbing her jacket from the closet. She didn't get an answer and turned to see Evelyn walking around, her eyes wide in surprise. "What?"

"Nothing, it's  just this place—" Evelyn looked over to Katie. "It's a dump." Katie let out a snort as she looked around her small beach house. "I mean my one bedroom is better than this, and that place is a borderline dump."

"It's not a dump." Katie said shaking her head. "It has class." she replied as she slipped on her jacket. "I want to say thanks again for coming with me to the New York offices, I know it's not in your job description, but I really don't want to go there like some lost puppy."

"Hey, its no prob boss, and plus I wouldn't say I'm totally hating the idea of a free trip to the greatest city in the world." Evelyn said lightly laughing as she continued her snooping. "I'm also looking forward to TechEx, seeing all the coolest new toys it going to—" she threw her head back and sighed. "There are no words."

"Well I'm glad this is a win-win." Katie said grabbing the handle of her suit case. "Where's your bag?"

"Try bags." Evelyn replied with a chuckled. "And your hottie driver already put them in the trunk." Katie looked over to the woman with a quirked eyebrow before walking over and peeking out of the window to see George leaning against the side of the car waiting for them. She hadn't seen since the night of the almost kiss. After that he seemed to disappear, replaced with a more silent and unamusing replacement. But now here he was. "What service do you use, because I may need to save that number when my car is being a bitch." Katie turned back to her and Evelyn noticed the furrowed brow of her boss. "What's wrong?"