Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

29; SEVEN DECADES AGO

~Third Person's POV~

"They're here, sir."  Maria Hill alerts Director Fury whilst managaing the whole control bridge of the helicarrier.  Fury turned to her from his monitors, and the whole time ever since they defeated Loki and brought Amelia back, that frown never disappeared from his face.

He then follows her outside to meet them on their landed quinjet, "Bring them in."

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Director Weaver and her small crew of geniuses took the transportation of a larger-sized quinjet due to all their equipment and well, belongings that will last them a week's worth of surviving at the No. 22 helicarrier.

Simmons and Fitz though believed that they will have the experience, and mission, of their lifetime.  But they kept in mind of the heavy seriousness, efficiency, wit, intelligence, and observation it'll take to walk in the park.  Because this isn't an ordinary park to stroll into nor is it a test.  Despite the fact that they faced things similar before, this won't just be a difficult algorithm to crack.

The good thing though was that they took their research during the ride. 

Because Dr. Kate gathered enough empirical evidence to support their numerous scientific explanations about Amelia's anatomy through countless minutes of analysis and examination.  Although to FitzSimmons, they are hungry for more.

The crew exited the quinjet with their belongings and tablets to keep them in track through the whole process.  They always thought they were running out of time.  Afterall, its instinct and it finishes their tasks much quicker with the vision.

The wind blew straight at their faces, they eyes squinting to get a better vision of the pair and a couple more people approaching them.

"Remember," Agent Weaver called to the pair of geniuses, "we've discussed protocol and regulations.  You may have experience, but this mission is way above your clearance."  She reminded them one last time as they firmly nodded in reply.

Fury and Hill finally arrive to where the crew are standing. "Agent Hill, pleasure to work together once again," Director Weaver took out her hand as Maria shook it. They exchanged warm smiles from each other, while well, Fury simply refused to show any display at all. Unlike FitzSimmons, well, they were more than giddy. "And Agent Fitz and Simmons, I believe their names sound too familiar in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D." Weaver adds as Maria shook their hands as well.

"Welcome to helicarrier No. 22, agents. Actually, geniuses." Fury greets them, shaking the young agents' hands, showing no actual warm impression. The geniuses smile immediately faded away because they realized to get back to reality and be, serious.

"Director Fury, we better start, preparations and well, work." Fitz says affirmatively as he hurries with Simmons to their equipment that's already brought inside. Leaving Fury, Hill, and Weaver frozen there.

"FitzSimmons?" Fury asks, but his tone wasn't questioningly like bad news, as he watches the crew enter the main helicarrier. Weaver nods her head, "Fury, they can work everything out. I mean, sir, they've got this."

Fury couldn't help but agree more about the two geniuses.

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"So, that's the, um, story so far." Steve states as he rubs his bloodshot eyes of exhaustion. Abbey stared at Captain America with sad eyes, feeling like something is tearing her piece by piece whilst listening to the 'story'. Her friend's shot. Yeah, sure there are other women in the world that are probably being forced in the process of sexual intercourse, are tortured meaninglessly by their partners or 'friends', or murdered postmortem and obviously in an undeniably sickening manner, but this is her best friend. It is completely instinct to be dead worried about a trustworthy and caring loved one.