I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter Part 25 Beginning of Thor

I leaned my aching head back against the headrest, waiting for the stealth jet to take off, while forcing my anxiety down.
I just left a man who said he needed me, and here I was already on my way to my first mission. The day had definitely taken a soul shattering, but also surprising turn, and I struggled to get a hold of myself. I closed my eyes and tried to think about Tasha and what she said before I made my way to the jet.

"Are you okay?" Nat asked, coming into the weapons room and sat down, while I packed my weapons bag.

"Not really, but I will be," I replied, trying to smile through the wetness in my eyes, "I did it, I said goodbye, even though..I..he kissed me, and I almost.., but I'm here..," I zipped my weapons bag shut and angrily tossed it against the wall, "he kissed me Tasha, and said.."

"I saw and heard everything (Y/N)," She whispered, and shrugged her shoulders, "so did Clint and Coulson."

Unfiltered rage sloshed through my blood, and my hands twitched, aching to punch someone, mostly our Director, "are you fucken kidding me! Why? What was point of that gross invasion into my privacy?! That's just great, now everyone thinks I'm a big pussy, or that I'm gonna jump ship," I growled, looking around the empty dorm for something else to throw, "this is ridiculous, is everything I do being taped or watched?! Why the fuck's my goddamn broken heart so important to you guy's.." I argued furiously, and began to hyperventilate, "Tasha, this..I don't think I can do this...the games..I'm so angry, I haven't been this angry since...I'm a little lost right now..and Fury's not helping.."

"Hey, secret organization remember, and I know you're angry, I think I would be too, but I need you to calm down. I knew this wasn't gonna be easy for you, regardless, but you handled it. I, for one, am proud of you. I knew you'd come through, no matter what happened," she replied, looking down at her phone as it vibrated, "we can finish this later, I need to go. Fury's sending me overseas," she added hurriedly and gave me a small hug, "I'll text you when I land and get settled in, but when I get back, you and me are gonna go out, and we can finish talking about what happened in that conference room, if you want. Let Clint help you if you need it, okay? Be careful, good luck, and make me proud," she mused before her red hair flashed out of the room.
I took a moment, and quietly reflected, needing the time to calm down, but after a few quiet minutes, I wiped my face, grabbed my bag and made my way to the small black plane that would take me to New Mexico.

"You ready, Thundercat?" Clint asked, as an empty coffee cup flew at my face.
I opened and closed my eyes and focused on the empty plane seats in front of me.

"As I'll ever be, oh I'm fucken pissed, but I'll be fine," I replied, watching Coulson climb onto the plane in his impeccable black suit and tie, automatically becoming embarrassed and enraged all over again, "are you sure about this, I mean I'm flattered you think I'm ready, but...."
"Hey, this may be important, but there's no fighting involved, we're basically gonna be babysitting.." Clint shrugged, as the air shifted uncomfortably.
"Seriously? Babysitting what?" I asked curiously, as Coulson took his time walking across the small belly of the plane, and my body fidgeted in my seat, "and when do I get to fly this thing, I'm sure I can handle it? I kinda miss flying.."
"Barton, let's go," Coulson interrupted, and looked down at me, "Agent (L/N), here's the file on all the information we have on the anomaly at this time, along with what you're going to be doing. It's going to be a two hour flight from New York to New Mexico, so hopefully you can get through most of that before we land," Coulson urged, handing me a file.
I scooted over so he could sit down, but he stood in front of me and eyed the file in my hands. I tried not to notice the stiffness in his voice or stature, remembering what Natasha had said earlier, but I opened the files and snorted.
"You guys are killing me today, this another one of Fury's tests, or is this part of the jokes you all play on new recruits?" I challenged, tilting my head at the colorful picture of a hammer, laying in the middle of the desert. Norse symbols decorated the large block of metal, and dark leather wrapped around the handle. It was fairly large, almost seventeen inches in length, including the head, but the chemical tests among others had almost come up empty. The metal wasn't any known substance on the planet, and there was no understanding as to why it was immovable out in the middle of the New Mexican desert.