Somehow, after a lot of yelling and negotiating, the avengers eventually agreed on one thing.
Fury sent you to them for a reason and the world needed them together instead of apart. There was plenty of animosity and anger between the group, but after hearing you out, they knew from the past that this wasn't as wild as it probably should be. So, they agreed to put their differences aside for the time being and ban together to stop this before it started.
Fury sent the call to Captain Marvel, getting the word out just under the wire where she needed to be and she stopped most of it up in space, saving the Asgardians and, from your vision, a certain trickster and gatekeeper from meeting their untimely demise.
Bucky went off to Wakanda to solve his little problem soon after that and Steve promised to visit like the good boyfriend he seemed to be.
You didn't tell them about Zemo's little plan to destroy the avengers from the inside out, but you did tell T'Challa, after making a fool of yourself not knowing he was a king, where to find him and he made sure he was escorted to live his days out in a small space in Wakanda.
It was a long week that had left you with a hoarse voice, a physical tiredness you never felt before, and a sudden appreciation for the thread count on your sheets in the townhouse.
"Can I go home now?" You grumbled at the end of the table in the tower that you haven't left since getting back from Germany, "I do have a life outside these depressing walls."
Fury pursed his lips and by now, you knew that look. You groaned loudly and got up from your seat, not caring one bit if it was a meeting or a briefing or an update on what's been done so far enough to stick around any longer.
You strolled down the hallway, wishing they had more vending machines in this place, and finally found yourself in the kitchen.
Like every time you came in here, you searched the cabinets for just a drop of alcohol because you knew at least a few of them drank with taste, and yet, somehow, there was never any around.
"I feel like I'm in a fucking rehab facility."
"Should you be?" A familiar voice spoke up from behind and you smiled, hiding it when you turned around to face the brunette.
"Mm, no, but I wouldn't say no to a glass of wine or a shot of," You smirked, "Tequila."
"Fury sent me to fetch you," She popped a grape into her mouth as she leaned on her elbows across the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining area, "Said he was in the middle of trying to thank you for all you've done, something he's not very fond of doing, but you walked out, so he didn't get a chance."
"Saved him the trouble then."
"You've left the man flustered." She chuckled, covering her mouth with her fist as her face erupted into a smile, and you laughed.
"Is he even capable of being flustered?" You teased and she laughed harder, shaking her head.
"L/n," The same man's deep voice called from the other side of the room, making Wanda's eyes widen like you were both busted, and you smirked before looking over at him as he stood in the doorway of the living room that connected to the kitchen, "Get your ass over here, now."
"Flustered or frustrated?" You whispered and she stifled another laugh as you walked by her, ruffling the top of her head, making her scowl at you with a smile before you reached the director, "Good morning sir, what can I do for you this fine Sunday?"
"It's three in the afternoon," He looked at you incredulously and you appeared to be taken by surprise as you checked your nonexistent watch on your bare wrist before he added, "And it's Tuesday."
"Living with a dude who can phase through walls and a scary redhead who hasn't said two words to me all freaking month is getting old rea-"
"You've been here for a week."
"Semantics."
"No, that's not-" He sighed, running a hand down his face in frustration, "I'm regretting it already, but I think you should stay."
You looked at him with a cringe, smiling, and assuming or hoping, it was a joke, not being able to contain your loud laughter a moment later. He didn't look amused in the slightest and when you noticed, you tried to stop, but it kept getting the better of you.
"Sorry, sorry," You shook your head, smiling, and then peered back up at him to ask, "You're not serious, right?"
"What you did, helped to save the world and-"
"Oh my god, you're being serious." You mumbled, but he ignored it.
"Everyone's agreed that you should join...the avengers."
You opened your mouth to tease him one more time and reject the offer, but then Wanda walked by, eyeing you and winking just as she started walking backwards, out of view of the director. You blushed a bit and she smirked, but when you finally tore your eyes off her, they went to the disgruntled man in all black.
"Are you even listening?"
"No, not really." You admitted with a cheeky smile and he rolled his eye.
"You're a real piece of damn work, L/n."
"It's why the ladies love me." You shrugged and he huffed, shaking his head.
"So, you're saying no?"
"I'm saying..." You trailed off, glancing over at the doorway where the brunette had disappeared, "I'll think about it."
"I haven't forgotten about the illegal scams and grand larceny you've committed over the past five years."
"Could you?" You smirked and he groaned.
"If you started working here," He crossed his arms, "Training for missions, and return some of the money."
"How much is some."
"Let's start with a million."
You whistled, telling him that was a steep price, and he looked even less amused somehow.
"How about I keep what I've taken and I...don't take anymore, seems fair to me."
"How much do you currently have?"
"Liquid?" You asked, not looking for an answer since that's all you were going to offer up anyway, and you thought about it for a quick moment, deciding to low ball it majorly, "Maybe quarter of a million."
Quarter of a billion in cash resides in your basement.
You greedy, lying son of a bitch.
"Am I supposed to believe you?" He challenged and you raised your eyebrows, interested, before he continued, "You said you rented the townhouse, but you actually bought it last year."
"You asked how much it runs a month and I used to pay rent, so..."
"Forget the money," He waved it off, seeing it as a lost cause since somehow you spent most of it anyway, and he had no idea how much you've acquired over the years in reality, "Return the fifty gold bars to Manhattan Mutual, train here three times a week with whoever feels up to overseeing your progress, and I won't have you put away for twenty-five years plus."
You didn't really have to give it much thought, this man clearly wasn't someone who bluffed, but you still pretended to think about it before you offered your hand and smirked to yourself when he shook it, thinking about a hundred million ways to screw with the people in this place.
"You've got a deal, director."
