Impossible Redemption (Resilience Book 2) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25

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Sam

Coulson watched me carefully on the drive over to SHIELD. His eyes flitted to me every fifteen seconds or less. I sighed tiredly.

‘Phil, keep your eyes on the road. I’m a little roughed up, I’m not going to spontaneously combust.’ I told him, and he looked back to the road. I sighed, leaning my head against the cool glass as the rain trickled down the other side of the pane.

I watched the street lights pass above us, ignoring the almost-constant worried looks Phil shot at me every few seconds or so. I was... I didn’t even know what I was; zoned out? tired? unfocused? I didn’t like the unsettled feeling which now weighed down on me. It made me feel unstable, which scared me.

We drove through New York, quickly and quietly, until we reached SHIELD. Phil parked the car, and we got out. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my neck, taking a deep breath of air as I stepped out of the car. I felt like I had been pretzeled.  Then again, I almost had. Phil looked over at me warily again, before we both began making our way inside.

We silently stepped into an empty elevator, and began the ascent to the control floor.

After a few seconds, Coulson turned to me, taking a breath to speak.

‘Sam, Director Fury...’ he began, trailing off as I interrupted him.

‘Thinks that I’m so dangerous that I should be locked up. Well, while I may be dangerous, Phil, I’ll rip his throat out before he gets the chance to give that order. I’m the only one who stands a chance of finding Alex without being killed, and you, and Fury know that. So he can just...’ I sighed as the elevators opened, releasing my rising anger.

‘Deal with it.’ I said, before marching out, towards the control room, barging through the doors, only to end up with twenty-seven Ruger Mini-Thirty’s and M4 Carbines all aiming at my head. I took a few deep breaths, looking through the gaps between heads until I spotted Fury.

‘You really think that killing your only chance at finding Alex is a good idea? And how do you think that would go down with the others?’ I looked up at him as he stared me down.

‘And what makes you think that a single bullet would find its target?’ I asked him darkly, feeling the electricity in the room surge as I drew on it’s power.

‘I’m not here to start a gunfight. We both want the same thing here.’ I called over to Nick, who raised an eyebrow, looking at me.

‘And what would that be, Agent Clarke?’ he asked, watching me carefully.

‘Alex’s head.’ I told him, fighting down my anger. He lowered his gaze, looking up at me through one harsh eye. ‘On a plate.’ I finished, annunciating each word. He sighed and nodded his head slightly. The guns were lowered and the agents stepped aside, letting me fully into the control room.

I marched over towards the main computer, and began typing.

‘I can’t tell you where he is at this very second in time, because I don’t know. But if you can give me the time, I can draw him out.’ I turned and looked at Fury over my shoulder. ‘With just one condition.’

Fury raised an eyebrow and folded his arms as I turned around to face him. ‘And what condition would that be. Because, as you know, I’m not usually very lenient with people who try to kill me and my team.’ I glared up at him, fighting back my anger once more.