Saving the World and Possibly Myself

Chapter 2

I said yes, of course. I wasn't stupid. When some weird government spies want your help to keep the world safe and possibly work with Avengers, you don't say no. Especially when they don't mind that fact that you've been considered a criminal for most of your life. Fury left me with Coulson soon after I agreed to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. By then, the waitress had come back with a coffee for Coulson and more people seemed to enter the diner. Bet Fury had something to do with that. I finished my meal and Coulson drank his coffee in silence. When the check came, I began to pull out my wallet, but Coulson beat me to it. He put a twenty on the table, giving me a soft smile.

"A man always pays for the ladies meal, even when it's simply coworkers having breakfast," He told me, standing from the booth. I followed suit with a snort.

"Someone tell that to my brothers. If they know I have cash on me, they leave it to me." Coulson chuckled as he led me out of the diner.

"Unfortunately, family seems to be the exception to the rule." Walking through the parking lot, Coulson led me to my car. Next to it was a red Corvette that Coulson leaned on. I whistled.

"Woah. Nice car. Nineteen sixty-two?" I asked.

"Yes. A nineteen sixty-two Chevrolet Corvette. I call her Lola." I laughed a little at that. "But you have a nice car as well. What is that? A nineteen seventy-one? Or two?" He asked, looking over my own Chevrolet Chevelle.

"Seventy-two," I responded, patting my baby lovingly. "Don't have a name for her like you do, but I tend to call her baby." I loved my car. She was a dark gray with two black stripes going down the middle of the top of her.

"My favorite part is the trunk," I told Coulson, with a wicked grin. Raising an eyebrow, he followed me to the trunk. I popped it open and let him look at the seemingly normal trunk. I counted in my head how long it would take for him to notice. He scrunched his eyebrows a bit and scanned the trunk, spotting where to lift the false bottom and reveal the rest of the trunk. I grinned.

"Seven seconds. Most people don't even know it's there and you find it in seven seconds." I comment, shaking my head.

"Well," he begins, opening the false bottom and looking over the arsenal I had hidden there, "It is my job to be attentive. Nice, trunk, by the way. Good way to store everything and keep it hidden when needed." He said, closing the false bottom and allowing me to shut the trunk. "You ready to go work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Quick question. Two actually. Where are we going, if it's not some top secret place I can't know about until I'm there, and what am I gonna do with my car?"

"I will tell you the location once we are in a more secure place. As far as your car, it comes with you. You'll need your toys," He pointed to the trunk, "If you're to work with us. And it would be a crime to keep these beautiful Chevrolets away from each other, don't you think?" I nodded, chuckling at Coulson's reasoning. He was a pretty cool guy and didn't seem to have a stick shoved up his ass like most other government guns. "Follow me," Coulson told me, getting into Lola. I did so and started up my own car, following him out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town. Once we were a ways away from town, he took a dirt road to a more woodsy area. The road led to a large clearing where huge plane sat. The bay door was down and Coulson drove Lola right up it into the plane. I paused before driving up, not sure where to go. Coulson directed me to a spot next to his. Once I was in place, I could hear something come up from the ground and secure my car so that it wouldn't roll down. I shut it off and stepped out, looking around the inside of the plane. Coulson called me over to the back of my car, where he showed me how to secure my car so when we were landed, I could come and go instead of asking for a ride.