[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

"Avallone, I would like you to meet Skye," Natasha said, introducing me to a girl with brown hair that had blonde ends. She smiled at me warmly, and offered her hand.
"We've, uh, kind of met before, but I heard that you wouldn't remember. I'm sorry to hear that." I took her hand, and pumped it up and down, happy to meet a new person. She seemed nice, and I instantly liked her.
"So, what do you do for a living." I asked, only slightly curious. She looked like she worked in a bar, serving drinks to drunk men who would hit on her every moment they could get.
Skye shuffled nervously, though she tried not to show it. Somehow, through this crazy sixth sense, I caught her nervous shifting. I flickered my gaze to Natasha, who was staring at her feet, like she was a mermaid who had never seen them before.
Now, I was worried.
She cleared her throat, and prepared to answer. "I, uh, work in the backgrounds of parliament." Natasha glanced up and sent her an angry look. What the hell?
The red head opened her mouth, probably to say something condescending, but never spoke, because a man in a suit came running into the room saying, "Agent Skye, we need you, now there's a -"
The man caught sight of me, sitting there, and stopped, his face confused. "Avallone?" He questioned, coming towards me. I shot a questioning glance at Natasha, but it was ignored. What a help she is.
"She doesn't remember anything Coulson," Natasha said, stepping in front of me, blocking the man named Coulson from getting any closer to me. His face physically dropped, and he sighed. "I had heard that, and I hoped it wasn't true."
I wanted to say something, but I was still in shock. Agent? Why on earth did he call Skye an agent? She told me that she was working in parliament, so why would he - oh my gosh.
"You're a freaking agent?!" I exclaimed, finally finding my voice. Without waiting for an answer, I stormed out of the room. The shock was still wearing off, and by the time I reached the elevator, everything finally dawned on me.
That girl, Skye, who seemed so sweet, killed people for a living? How could she be so inhuman, as to kill people with her own hands, and happily watch them die, so she could receive money at the end of the week?
Luckily, the elevator opened quickly, giving me access, to the floor, and more importantly, to the bathroom. I just reached the toilet in time to throw up my breakfast.
As I was heaving, the tears streamed down my face. "How could someone who seemed so nice, be so heartless?" I cried, slumping against the wall.
"Avallone, what the hell are - oh, you're crying." Tony said, coming into the bathroom. He must have either heard my disgusted cries, or had been needing to pee, I sincerely hoped it was the former.
"I could hear you from the hallway, are you alright? What happened?" He sounded concerned, and for the first time, I actually wondered if there was more to this man that his outer shell of arrogance.
I nodded, and shakily stood up. "I'm fine, just a little shaken I guess." He stared at me curiously. "'Why? What did Rogers do to you? God, I told him to stay away from you countless . . ."
He stopped himself when he saw my shocked expression. "Nevermind," He mumbled, before leading me out of the bathroom. "So, what happened?"
I shrugged my shoulders, unsure whether I was going to trust him or not. He seemed like an arrogant prick, but yet he was being really sweet right now, and he actually made me think that he cared for someone other than himself.
"That girl, Skye, she kills people," I said, bile starting to rise in my throat. "It's despicable, and pathetic." I whispered, now clutching my sides to keep the vomit down.
Tony sighed, "Sweetheart, I think it's time we tell you."

I watched the people in the room nervously. Two new people I had met, one called Nick, and the other called Maria, which sort of reminded me of Marie.
Nick Fury had dark skin, and no hair on the top of his head. But, around his upper lip, and underneath his bottom one, curled some black facial hair. His left eye was covered by a black eyepatch and there was a permanent scowl om his face. He looked almost evil.
The girl, Maria who I judged to be in her mid twenties, had dark brown hair that was twisted into a bun at the back of her head. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, making me like her instantly.
There was another man, who was named Coulson, but I had met him earlier today, so he was not that new to me.
"Avallone, it's about time your memory was refreshed." Nick said, taking a step towards me. I shuddered when I realised that he was holding something behind his back. Maybe he was going to kill me.
Instead of pointing a gun at me, he handed me a shit load of classified files. I gave Natasha a puzzled look, but she just gestured to the files that lay in my hands.
Slowly, I opened the first one up.
Tony Stark the first line read. By the time I had read the whole file, my head was swimming, and I felt nauseous. I read through the rest of them, absorbing the information.
Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson.
"Who are all these people?" I asked, looking at the group in front of me.
One by one, they introduced themselves to me. I learned my new friend's last names, and their connections, but one thing still hung heavily on my mind.
"Uh, who is Loki Laufeyson?"