Lost

A Date, I Guess?

Emilia stared blankly at the dress box that sat on her bed with a blue ribbon tied in a bow and an attached note. 
It simply read 'wear this Saturday evening', and it didn't take a genius with a PhD to know who it was from.

She sighed and unraveled the bow before taking the lid off. Emilia smiled lightly as she traced over the red satin fabric that sat in the box. She rarely wore red, even though she looked good in the color. 

Emilia pulled the dress out and held it up to her body, staring in the mirror.

"Red suits you." Natasha said from the doorway, watching as Emilia jumped slightly and blushed. It looked almost as if she'd been caught doing something wrong. 

"What's the dress for?"
"A date, I guess? Maybe a meeting of some sort." Emilia sighed and turned to drop the dress on her bed. 

"Whatever it's for, promise you'll be safe?" 

"I can't promise anything, you know how I am." Natasha rolled her eyes with a slight smile. 

"You're a danger magnet, that's for sure." Clint said from behind Nat. 
"I keep you on your toes." Emilia said jokingly, crossing her arms. 
"You certainly do something." Nat hummed. "Get ready for bed, we have to be in early for a meeting with Fury ."

"Ugh— don't remind me. I'd much rather streak through the whole building for a single piece of gum, than go to that meeting with everyone else on our floor." 

"Emilia, what the actual fuck?" Clint questioned. "Do it for a whole pack."

-

In Washington D.C., at the Triskelion, the eleventh floor conference room was packed with twenty young agents. . . Natasha, Clint, and Emilia being just three. 

While most of the agents chatted amongst themselves, wondering aloud what the meeting was about, Emilia thought she had an idea as she scrolled through the tablet that had been set in front of every seat. 

Every article was a mysterious death, all drained of blood.
Maybe she could cover it up somehow? It wasn't likely, which meant Emilia would have to talk to Fury alone after the fact. 

Eventually he strolled in and started directly on the problems at hand. 
Everyone would be split up into groups of three and sent to different locations where the deaths were the highest and most recent. 

Clint, Natasha, and Emilia shared looks throughout the whole meeting. Undercover missions were their favorite, purely for the stories they could come up with. 

Natasha was the first to notice Emilia looking a bit nervous. While the younger woman was great at shielding her emotions, she couldn't hide anything from Natasha. 

The first group was sent to Sicily. 

The next was sent to Oslo. 

The third group was sent to Alaska.

The fourth to New York.

The fifth to Florida. 

The sixth to New Mexico.

Finally, the seventh to Virginia. Mystic Falls specifically. That was Emilia along with Clint and Natasha, because they knew the area.

Emilia already knew people — agents were going to die because of this task.

The three shared looks for the remainder of the meeting. Emilia knew something, Natasha wanted to know what, and Clint was confused.

They would undoubtedly make her tell them what she knew after the meeting.

Emilia knew it. 

They knew it.