Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Ten

"Hey, sorry to bother you," Scott cringed apologetically, opening the box, "Doughnut?"

But they kept their guns on him and he swallowed thickly, not knowing what to do next.

"Get her to open the wall." One demanded as he stepped forward, clearly who was leading this, and Scott raised his eyebrows.

"What wall?"

"Don't play with me," The agent growled, raising his pistol towards Scott, "I know you're delivering those groceries to Y/n L/n and the rest of them," He cocked it when Lang opened his mouth, "And I know Wanda Maximoff is hiding the cabin."

"Um..."

"You'll get us inside or we'll force our way in," The agent spoke as some others took out what looked to be a huge ray from the back of a van, "With or without you."

"You want me?" Your voice came from behind them, and they all whipped around to face you just as the wall closed behind your back, the agent who had been speaking, was smirking now, "Then come and get me, assholes."

Earlier...

"How did we run out of bread and eggs and-" Sam slammed the cupboard closed in frustration and hangriness, "Well, just about everything."

"How long are we going to be here anyway?" Wanda groaned before she took a cup of coffee out onto the porch, not really looking for an answer, and it was confirmed that nobody in the group were morning people.

"Tony said maybe a few more days," Happy offered with a small shrug, sitting at the dining table, and Sam shot him a look, "What? He called me about an hour ago."

"And you just decided to let us know?" Sam snapped, agitated.

"I could make a food run." Scott smiled, looking for a box of cereal, but giving up when they seemed to be out of that too.

"I'll make a list." Sam nodded, pulling out a pen and going on the search for a piece of scrap paper.

"How's Cassie?" Happy asked him, making small talk while Sam was scratching everything he wanted, or they needed down.

"Oh, she's great," He beamed, pulling up a chair near the scruffy man, "She made the debate team and her try-outs for the soccer team are next week," He smiled to himself, "Her grades need some work, but she's more motivated since you have to have at least an eighty-five in everything to stay on the teams."

"That's good." Happy raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah." Scott sighed happily, relaxing back in his chair.

"Okay, here you go, Lang," Sam handed him the list, "And if you forget the beer or laundry detergent, I will strangle your ass."

"I won't forget, I won't forget," Scott chuckled, waving Sam off with a smile when the other man just grunted, walking away, and then he looked to Hogan, "Any requests, Happy?"

"Wheat thins and turkey bacon."

"Fair enough." Scott nodded and then spun around to grab his coat before leaving.

It was early in the morning, the shops didn't open for another twenty minutes, so he'd get there just as they did. It was a beautiful drive though; he's been in cities most of his life and the mountains combined with the wildlife and fresh air had him feeling more relaxed. Like, no matter what happened with SHIELD and this avenger mess, it was all going to work out eventually.

As soon as Happy brought up his daughter, Scott felt that familiar twinge in his heart, the one that spurred on his feelings of missing his family, and he just had to keep telling himself that he'd see her soon, when this was all over.

Meanwhile in Manhattan...

"Where is everyone?" Natasha mumbled to herself, slipping into the main circuit room for the tower, trying to trace the calls, emails, and other communications that the mole might've used from this location.

"You're complaining?" Tony huffed through the com, "It'll make this all a lot easier."

Natasha nodded to herself, knowing he was right, but having a gut feeling that this was so very wrong. She pressed forward anyway, hacking into the systems and pulling all the records of communication that came at those specific times on those certain dates, starting with the arrest order 'Director Fury' had sent out.

It took a little while, but when she finally traced the correct IP address, she could pinpoint exactly where the computer and phone was located with just a ping.

"Tony," She spoke up, a finger to the earpiece, and a deep frown on her face, "We've got a problem."

Back at the cabin upstate...

"Y/n L/n," He snickered, placing a stick of gum in his mouth, and then smacking it a moment later, "Nice to finally meet you in person."

"Can't say the same for you," You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets, and taking a couple steps forward, not flinching when they raised their guns towards you at the first sign of movement, and then you nodded towards Scott, "You okay, Scott?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded once with a nervous smile and you returned it with an apologetic one, knowing he didn't sign up to be in the middle of a SHIELD raid.

"Do you know who I am?" The agent asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me.
"My name's Andrew Logan and I'm the one who's going to bury you in the ground." He threatened lowly and you smiled in amusement, raising your eyebrows.

"Like, you, personally?" You pointed at him, "Or do you just leave the dirty work for the professionals after you've supposedly killed me? Because, talking from experience, digging a grave takes time and it's not as easy as people make it look on television."

"It's true," Scott spoke up in agreement, "It's why they always skip that part on crime shows."
"Would you shut the hell up back there?" The agent snapped, hardly glancing back, and Scott clamped his mouth shut.

"And what makes you think you can kill me?" You taunted, "Many have tried and those many are the ones who ended up in the morgue, so..."

"You're right," He looked down, nodding, "I can't kill you because of your power," He pursed his lips before continuing, "But after what you did to my friends in our cabin – slaughtered them to save your own ass," Your face fell when you realized, there was something about a fourth stooge they mentioned on the phone, but none of you could find him, so you chalked it up to being some kind of hallucination, "I made it my life's mission to make your life, the 'healer who wouldn't hurt a fly unless she absolutely had to'," He used air quotes and mocked you with a funny voice before he straightened up, adding, "A living hell."

"And you're starting with turning SHIELD against me?" You guessed, trying to piece together the point of this, "Because you've got your whole little group here and-"

"No," He shook his head, looking up at you with a sinister smile, "I'm going to start with him."

Before you could question it, the agent spun around and lifted his arm, a shot firing out right into Scott's chest.

A ringing in your ears so deafening that everything else around you seemed to fade away.