Avenge | Book 2

Conference Room 103

Ok, so the stuff I said that would be happening in the BRB AN will be happening next part.

Sorry if there is any grammatical errors, proof read it once and I'm at a reffing class for the next 3 1/2 hours (been here for 4 1/2 already.

I had a 20 min break so my friend told me to update, I had this one ready so here ya guys go.

Next Update: TSD

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"Grace." Coulson says as I stand up.

"I have to go after him." I try to take a running step forward to be pulled back by him.

"Don't go after him." He commands making my head snap back to look at him.

"What?"

"Don't go after him." He repeats in a serious tone.

"Why the hell shouldn't I?" I spit back.

"He just woke up from a 70 year coma. I don't think he's in the state of mind to figure out that you're alive." He explains.

"Phil-"

"Grace, you know I'm right." He interrupts, letting my arm drop from his grip. "Let him at least realize he is not in the 1940's before you talk to him."

I sigh and look down at our shoes.

"Agent Barnes report to conference room number 103." Fury's voice comes over the earpiece. "I repeat conference room number 103."

I just take a deep breath while holding my gaze on our shoes.

"Agent Barnes, do you copy?" He repeats in the earpiece.

"Yeah, I copy." I mumble before speed walking past Coulson, accidentally knocking my shoulder with mine. "Sorry."

Timeskip
Conference Room 103

"What do you mean I can't talk him?" I try to keep my voice at a normal level.

"For the hundredth time, Agent Barnes." Fury repeats."We want Capt. Rogers to adjust to the new world before we jump out and tell him that his best friend is still alive. That means you cannot have any communication with him in any form." He says, doing the same to his voice. "We are just trying to ease him into the new world, we're looking out for him.

"I get that!" I stand up. "I get that you are trying to watch out for him, but that's not your job. It's mine." I jab my thumb into my chest for emphasis. "I promised Bucky I would watch after him even before the war started, and with all due respect Fury, I'm not gonna break that because it's 67 years later and cause you are asking me to."

"I'm not asking you to break any promises, Grace."

"Then what are you doing, Fury?" I say in a serious tone. "What are you want me to do?"

"I just want you to keep your distance." He responds.

"You can't ask me to keep my distance from my best friend that's been in a coma for almost 70 years!" I shout on the bridge of tears.

"It's not a request, it's an order, Agent!" He yells back making my face drop into an emotionless facade.

The room goes silent as I lick my lips and let out a short breathy chuckle while nodding my head.

"Alright, Director." I flash him a fake smile. "I'll follow your order to avoid my best friend, to avoid the only person who really knows me for me, the person who knows what I've been going through the last year, and the only person I have left from the actual life I had."

"Grace, you know I didn't mean it like that." Fury brings a hand up to his face and rubs his hand over his forehead.

"No, no I know what you meant, Fury." I hold a hand up. "I'll keep my distance. Noooo problem. No problem at all." I insist. "I'll keep my distance so far that I'm not even working here. We don't want any accidental run ins."

"Grace, I don't want you to leave the organization because of this." He starts in a calm tone. "You're one of the best agents we have, at the top of the ranks and you've been only here for a year. It'd be a mistake for you to leave us and you know that." He points out. "So, please don't let this thing take away from what we gave to you and what you've gave to us in the last year."

I let out a deep breath as I sit down in the swivel chair.

He's right. I say in my head.

"I'll... I won't leave the organization."

"Thank you."

"On one condition." I look up at him.

"Of course." He nods and intertwined his hands together.

"I get any information you get on Steve. Every little detail. I get to read over the files you collect or the files you start. Even if it's just what he ate for breakfast. Like I said, every little detail." I command. "Along with what Payton and Madi are doing with him. I get them every day."

"We can do that." He nods.

"Also. Next time you need me on a mission, call me."

"What do you mean?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"I'm not always here." I explain. "As in... how do people say it nowadays... 'on call'? Yeah, on call. Like what you have with Stark but I actually attend the meetings with you guys and work for you."

"I see." He nods. "You just don't want to be here all day, you want to be here when you actually needed?"

"Yeah." I nod. "Kind of like Nat but not always in a different country."

Fury takes a deep breath. "We can do that as long as you're working for us."

"And I'll try to keep my distance from Steve." I promise.

"Thank you." He says while I stand up. "We'll send a file on what Steve is doing tomorrow."

"Thank you." I nod a goodbye as I head towards the door. "OH!" I turn back around. "Sam called me saying Dean tore up a pair of his Nikes, sooo can you replace those?" I smile innocently.

"What size?" He asks.

I stand there and think for a second.

"I'll just give him 40 bucks." I mumble innocently before walking out of his office.