Existence

A Debt to Repay

Director of SHIELD and creator of the Avengers, Nicholas Fury was standing in an alley in downtown New York, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. A figure approached him from the darkness, she wore dark jeans, combat boots, and a black tshirt. Her white and light blue hair was short on one side growing long on the other.

"I don't appreciate being summoned like a hound, Nick." Fury remained leaning against the wall, "Still showed up anyway." The woman stopped in front of him and crossed her arms, "Not like I have much of a choice. I am still indebted to you." Fury looked up at her, "Speaking of your debt."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Finally gonna cash it in?" Fury nodded, "We need your help." The woman shifted her hands to her hips, "We? You don't mean that little band of vigilantes you boss around now, do you?" Fury nodded. The woman scoffed, "Why the hell would you need my help? You have a new menagerie of yes-men at your fingertips." Fury let out a breath, "I need your specific knowledge and skill-set."

The woman crossed her arms again, "You really want me to help your little avenging squad? You know I don't do that sort of shit anymore." Fury pushed away from the wall, "You owe me a debt. And it's time to pay up." The woman glared at him before she sighed heavily, "Fine."

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Fury walked into the conference room at the Avengers compound, a few of the members were seated around the large grey table. Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, and Clint Barton looked up at him as he set a file down on the table.

"As you know, our latest and most cunning target is a man who goes by the name, KingPin. He has been extremely difficult to track down and even more difficult to pin anything illegal on." Bucky scoffed, "He runs the criminal underground, how difficult could it be to pin something on him."

Fury glanced at Bucky for a moment, then cleared his throat, "We have had Romanoff and Barton looking into this guy for a while. But every lead turns into a dead end. So, to help with our takedown of this man, I brought in someone who can help." He turned to the door. The woman he had been talking to in the alley walked in, wearing a black and blue combat suit. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall beside the doorway.

Fury gestured to her, "Meet Will-o'-the-wisp." The woman shot a bored look at the crew seated at the table, but said nothing. Steve raised his brow, "How can she help us find KingPin?" The woman shifted her gaze to an annoyed glance at Fury who turned and looked at Steve. "Her extensive knowledge of the criminal underground of New York City will help us find evidence to support our assumptions about KingPin."

Clint leaned onto the table, "And we can trust her?" The woman let out one solid 'ha' before shaking her head her tone thick with sarcasm, "No, Nick just brings in random idiots off the street. And I am right here Robin Hood. Did your mother not teach you it is rude to talk about people like they aren't there?" Fury glared at the woman, "Willow." He scolded, she rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning her annoyed glare towards the ceiling as Fury turned back to the others, his heavy sigh accompanied his exasperated tone, "Yes, she is trustworthy."

Natasha hummed and crossed her arms, her gaze was on the white and blue haired Willow who was still leaning against the wall with arms crossed and a bored expression on her face, "Really? We can trust someone from the criminal underground to help us take it down?" Willow laughed again, a solid sarcastically saturated 'ha', before shaking her head and giving a reproachful glare back at Natasha, "He never said I was from the underground. More than we can say for you. Drekov's own bitch turned on him and you expected to be trusted right off. Geez, for being a top of your class red room graduate you sure are stupid." Fury cleared his throat, set his hands on his hips and glared one-eyed at Willow, gaining another eye roll from her as she looked at a far wall at seemingly nothing.