My hands tingle as the energy continues to fade out.
"What the heck was that about?" Natasha demands, looking me over suspiciously.
"....Terrible anger management?" I state, but it comes out more like a question.
"Yes. Obviously. Because my skin turns purple when I get angry, too." she growls.
"Hey. It happens." I rub my arm uncomfortably, looking over and meeting the gazes of Stark, Bucky, Steve, Thor, Loki, then finally Natasha.
"I honestly have no idea what happened. The Hydra copter was out there, it fired, I got shot, then all those anger management classes went to waste. Such a shame, I was doing so well, too..."
"Well, why are you purple, anyway?"
"I don't-"
"Where am I?" the lady who Natasha had shot, who has dark brown hair and hazel eyes, says, pain and confusion showing on her face.
Natasha raises her gun and points it at her.
"No! Don't shoot! I'm not a threat!" she yells, starting to blubber why she isn't a threat.
I sigh. "Give it a rest, Tasha."
She slowly lowers her gun, but doesn't put it in its holster. Stark is on the phone. Probably with Fury. I'm screwed. I sigh. He soon finishes his call.
"There's a team on their way over to clean this up." he says, waving his hand at the mess.
A strong wind picks up and starts blowing most of the glass into a rather neat . I look over, seeing the woman concentrating and her arms are slightly outstretched.
"Not me." I announce, feeling everyone's gaze burning into the back of my head. I point at the lady. "Her."
They watch her for a couple moments before my purple skin thing gets brought up again. Thor and Loki are having a hushed conversation of their own and no one seems to notice except for me. I sigh and sit down in a chair, slouching as everyone continues talking, besides the brown-haired girl. I watch her carefully and I know Natasha is keeping an eye on her, too.
It doesn't take too long for the SHIELD team to arrive, Coulson directing taking control and ordering the agents around and taking the girl to a interrogating room. I get looks from the other agents as they work, and I ignore them. Fury arrives, boiling in anger, though he hides it well.
"Agent Aurora." He growls. "Come with me."
I sigh and get up, stuff my hands in my pockets, and follow him, knowing I'm going to be chewed out, possibly fired, and being fired means that within 24 hours of you being let go, you get killed, usually assassinated. He takes me to an interrogation room, which is completely void of color, the only thing in there are a metal table and a couple metal chairs.
"Did you know that you could do that." He demands.
"Well, yeah, kinda..."
"Then why did you not tell anyone about it! You are not supposed to keep secrets from me!"
"Why not, you keep secrets from everyone else." I retort.
"I am the one in charge, I am the director of SHIELD, of course I have secrets. It's my job to know everyone else's secrets. And keeping something like this a secret once you have been ordered to report everything about yourself can get you fired." he growls. "You may be a good agent, one of my best, but disobeying direct orders is a major offense. I'm am almost sorry to say this, Agent Kodiak Eiko Aurora, you have been relieved of duty. Give me your weapons and badge."
I sigh to myself, knowing this was going to happen. I take my two guns out of their holsters and set them on the table, then my knives. I am putting my last knife on the table when there is a knock on the door.
"Enter." Fury says, keeping his eye trained on me.
The door opens and both Steve and Natasha enter.
"Director, may we speak to you?"
"Yes."
"In private."
He sighs, gives me a look, and leaves the room, locking the door behind him. I slump into a chair and rest my feet on the table. I fiddle with the small dagger in my hand, staring up at the ceiling. Footsteps clump outside and the door opens, after about half an hour of waiting.
"Agent, you are back on duty. Take your weapons and badge and get back to work." Fury says then leaves.
"Yes, sir." I say, standing up and gathering everything off the table and putting them back in their proper places.
I exit the room to be greeted by Natasha and Steve.
"You owe us one. We saved your butt." Natasha states, arms crossed.
"Thanks." I reply, with a grin. "I better get back to work instead of loitering, or else Fury will threaten to fire me again."
They each give me a nod and I go off. When I look down at my hands, the purple is fading from them. I watch the color fade for a moment before continuing on my way. I go into Stark's office and do all the paper work, organize it all, and send the documents to their proper places. I work like this for several hours, ignoring everyone else.
When it's five, I gather all of my stuff up, get Bucky, and go to the apartment.
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*I do not own Marvel nor its characters*
