❝ how you live your life is your business. but remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are...
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┏ ━━┅━━━━┅━━ ┓ Evacuation Protocol ┗ ━━┅━━━━┅━━ ┛
Amelia glared at the malfunctioning computer in front of her, trying to control her frustration. It was the fifth time the device had shocked her, and she struggled to resist the urge to chuck it across the office. In all her years of working in the IT Department, the brunette had never seen an agent abuse their equipment in this manner. Amelia did little to hide her annoyance when she realized she had run out of parts. The computer sitting before her, with three bullet holes, would have to be scrapped for parts, or at least she hoped so. Amelia held the laptop up to inspect the entry points, only to find that one of the bullets had rendered the hard drive useless.
"Fudge nuggets!"She cursed as she raked her hands through her hair.
Her team's technology wasn't bulletproof, and she cursed internally at the agents who did not understand this. Instead, the personnel would run around as if it were indestructible, and in the process, their tech would get caught in the crossfire. She let out an irritated sigh as another shot of electricity emanated from the laptop. Amelia would have to salvage what she could from the piece, hoping to find spare parts for other broken gadgets. Someone knocked on her office door as she was about to throw her computer into the recycle bin.
"You okay, Nilson?"
Amelia turned to look at who had disturbed her little tantrum to see her boss, Director Nicholas J. Fury. The individual in question has a reputation for being rather imposing, particularly with those working under him. This notoriety is due primarily to his somber disposition and keen ability to assess individuals with a penetrating glance. He wore his classic black attire, mainly leather, and his signature black eye patch. He seemed in an even bigger mood than she was as he held onto a silver briefcase and moved to sit in one of her office chairs opposite her desk.
Although he was her employer, Fury acted more like a father figure when they were in private. He had taken a particular interest in her when she came to America to attend MIT. Her skills were unparalleled in the world of technology, and he had sent his best agent, Phil Coulson, to recruit her to S.H.I.E.L.D. Now, she had come to rely on her director and Agent Coulson for a source of comfort away from home. They were her only family besides her grandfather, who lived in Germany. She's known them both for about six years now, and their loyalty to one another has only deepened.
"I'm just great, Nick," Amelia replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Can you tell Agent Johnston that his computer is not Captain America's shield?"
"I'll be sure to give him your warning," Fury answered, knowing it was more of a threat. "but that is not why I'm here."
Amelia took a moment to assess the briefcase he was carrying in his right hand. It was made of dark black leather with state-of-the-art security that she had helped to develop. Fury only used such a briefcase when he had something to confess. While he did trust her to an extent with the agency's inner workings, it was still the director's nature to be cautious. She knew that whatever was in the briefcase or what they would put into it would put people in danger if he hadn't told her.
