Unfinished Gems

Trick Hunt - 4

It took exactly three point zero seconds for Fury to blow a gasket. It took Tony two seconds before he cracked a grin when he found out about what the thief had left behind for the agents to find when they discovered a possible theft.

Phil was pink. Literally pink.

Bubblegum, according to Jarvis' helpful information. He had been the one to walk into the room where the other Phase Two weapons had been stored, and opened the locker...only to get liberally dosed with a spray of bubblegum pink paint that refused to properly wash out. Along with five others.

Clint had managed to hide his amusement at the situation as well, which had Tony pegging the man as a fellow prankster.

"I want to know how the hell someone walked right into a remote, relatively unused base and left with advanced alien weaponry without anyone thinking to report it!" said Fury.

"I'm more interested in where the staff went. According to reports, a gust of wind blew it onto the street, but no visuals of someone picking it up," said Bruce.

Fury glared at him. He didn't need that reminder. That meant there were two pieces of highly advanced, very dangerous alien artifacts missing. Out of the Avengers, only the Hulk had gotten a good look at one of the two 'good Samaritans', and there was no way to get the information of what the man looked like from him.

All he knew was that a third party had been present and helped out immensely in cutting down civilian deaths from the fight.

The shorter one had the presence of mind to blow out cameras whenever he was within even a remote view, while the taller one had avoided the main fighting and stuck to the fringes.

And the only picture they had on the taller one had been ruined when Tony fell from the sky, since he hadn't bothered to send it to another computer. The Hulk had done a lot of damage when he saved Tony's life.

All of that, combined with the headache of the attack on New York, meant that Fury was at a boiling point and wasn't ready to deal with this in a calm manner.

If he found the thieves, they'd be lucky if he even considered making them part of SHIELD, let alone avoid jail time.

~

Dean winced.

"So, Mr. Carter, exactly how did you break your arm?"

"Misjudged how hard my brother was throwing the football. Hit my arm wrong," lied Dean easily. "Didn't help that I fell right into a patch of thorns right after."

He wasn't about to explain anything to a random nurse. And he had made a point of taking a shower before they came to the hospital. It would have been a bit more difficult to explain the dust and everything else he had gotten from his run to the tower to catch the staff. He hadn't even realized he had bruised a few ribs in the process.

Thankfully all the injuries he had could be explained by playing a game of football that got a bit rough with a bad landing. And since he was going to destroy the card he had since the limit was almost up, there was nothing to trace it back to him.

"Well the doctor will be in soon to put a cast on the arm."

"Can I get some painkillers? I really don't want tot try sleeping with a broken arm," said Dean.

"We'll see what we can do," said the nurse, not agreeing to anything.

It took little effort to use his ability to convince people of almost anything to secure some high quality pain killers. It took even less time to get the prescription filled twice over thanks to a minor clerical error that allowed for a refill.