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The One Where They Both Find Themselves.
Alia Becker, the immediate backup for Fury and the person he trusted the most after Maria Hill. She was a great agent and was known for following the rules. She was also secretly known for being the...
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After a day of doing nothing, maybe a tequila shot was all Alia needed. But as she heard the engine of her jeep roar, her mouth watered as she already smelt the delicious smell of the spaghetti Pepper was making miles away. Wednesdays are the subtle, not-so-subtle impatient days. While the Thursdays are 'its tomorrow!' days. Fridays, are finally the days. Alia was thinking of running the signal just to get to the Stark house a little earlier. She wouldn't mind but she had a reputation of following the rules rather than breaking them. It seemed uncanny as she was somehow like a daughter to the late Tony Stark, the person who was the biggest rulebreaker, and was known for being the second go-to person for Steve Rogers, the golden-boy who broke the law, the first being the late Natasha Romanoff.
Tequila did not seem to top spaghetti and french fries fridays.
White wine did.
Alia shrugged as she stepped on the pedal and sped off. She came to a halt as she saw a supermarket, one that would look like it had one of those fancy wine sections. She got up from her seat and put on her red cap, as her jean jacket covered her red 'am I right or am I right?' t-shirt. She ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair briefly, and popped her bubblegum, humming one of the songs that recently went aired on the radio. Pushing the glass door to the creepily silent supermarket, she bowed her head not letting anyone observe her face. But Alia knew human psychology, she had studied it intently. Alia knew that her movements made them want to watch and know her more. She sighed and walked aimlessly through the sloppily organized market, and stopped before the winery aisle. She checked up the bottle, the sap green glass shining in her eyes. "Nice choice, it's very good. A 1989 bottle," Alia didn't even flinch, but her heart startled. Her brain calculated the situation quickly and all she did was nod and study the bottle more carefully. "I know, thanks." She said tonelessly.
Alia fought the urge to slip her leg between the person's, block them, and twist their hands while punching them in the nose. It was a stimulating instinct. One that she practiced very thoroughly, day and night.
She slipped away and walked to the counter. The two-second glance at the person on the counter gave her all the data she needed. He was in his mid-20's, had messy black jet hair, and somewhat attractive hands. He looked at her with his brown eyes that made Alia predict that he can manipulate anybody with them. She put the bottle of wine on the counter and looked at him. She sighed into the silence and looked around. She spotted a red and blue stuff toy, one that resembled someone she knew perfectly. Alia grinned slyly at it and looked back at the boy.
"You like that?" He asked her, his voice fascinating Alia.
"People can be creative while making a Spiderman doll. It has nice googly eyes." He smiled at her, and Alia looked at him innocently with her teeth biting her lip. "Yeah," He chuckled, "The kids made that."
