Diamond Juncture {one shots}

Spacetime

{A/N: hello and welcome to my lame brain, where ideas are constantly flourishing, but none of them make sense! Basically going to put the nonsensical idea at the beginning of each one shot, and see what I come up with!}

Prompt: Lucy meets with the AoS to help with a mission.

"Juncture, what's your status?" I hear Nick Fury's voice in my comm.

"Loading up on supplies at the base you told me about. Are you sure Director Coulson won't mind?" I continue grabbing medical supplies off of the wire shelving in front of me before turning to grab some ammo to shove into my bag.

Steve had reluctantly sent me on a mission a little over a week ago to investigate a sighting of the Winter Soldier, or Bucky, as I've come to know him. Nat and Fury thought it would be best for me to go, as my face was still relatively unknown compared to the rest of the team.

I had been following him around Washington DC before he got on a plane to somewhere in Europe. I knew I should probably load up on supplies before I left to follow, and Fury suggested I stop by a secret S.H.I.E.L.D facility to do so. Much to my surprise, it is run by a man the Avengers thought was dead. Guess this is the world I'm apart of now.

"He owes me a favor. Just get out as soon as possible. We need you on a plane at 1900." His voice rings through my ears again.

"I'm never late, you know that." I smirk to myself.

"Just get your ass moving, Diamonds." I hear my comm click off while I continue my work.

A gun clicks behind me and I take a deep breath before turning around. A man stands in front of me, gun cocked.

"Who are you?" He questions, not lowering his weapon. I slowly zip my bag and put it on my back.

"Lucille Edwards, more known as Diamond Juncture. Nick Fury sent me here for supplies." I calmly explain, using what Steve had taught me before I left.

"Nice try, sweet cheeks. Come with me." He forcibly grabs my hands and pulls me towards the hallway, gun still aimed at my head.

"Do the Avengers patches on either of my shoulders not convince you?" I ask sarcastically while we walk down the hallway. The agent says nothing, and we continue on our path. When we get to a room with a large table in the middle with people surrounding it, I only recognize one face...

"Director Coulson!" I smile at the suited man. The whole room looks at me in confusion.

"Director Coulson, I found this one in the supply room. Says she's an Avenger." The agent speaks.

"That's because she is, Agent Palmer, release her hands." He grips the bridge of his nose as "Agent Palmer" releases me. I give him a pat on the back before walking into the room.

"Sorry, Juncture." Coulson apologizes. I take a seat next to a cute brunette-haired girl right in front of the director. Everyone is still giving me weird looks.

"Hey, it's ok. It's not like I was in Sokovia or anything, or that I'm dating Captain America. Except I was, and I am." I tease. "All jokes aside, it's really great to meet you, Coulson. Steve has told me great things."

"The Captain's mentioned me?" Coulson stares at me wide-eyed.

"More than a few times. He really admires you. Anywho, I was just here for supplies, but if you need any help, I'm available, if that's alright with Director Coulson." I look around the table. Coulson looks like he's thinking about it.  Either everyone is too flabbergasted at my sudden entrance, or no one is willing to share the information, so they stay quiet.

"Well go on with what you were saying. Don't stop on my account." I smirk at everyone around the table and allow my eyes to turn their signature shimmer. The aforementioned cute brunette eyes me wearily, but continues.

"I can change it." She says, confident of her answer.

"No." The voice comes from behind me. A scruffy looking man is shaking his head.

"I can reverse-engineer the visions and find out where all of this went down and get there ahead of it." Brunette says.

"Save that poor man." A woman with a nice accent adds.

"You can't. I mean, fourth dimensionally speaking. If you saw the future, then that's the future." The scruffy man counters. I chuckle quietly to myself as the conversation continues, but it gets sad as the brunette girl, who I think is called Daisy if I remember my briefing with Fury over this base, describes how her vision about this man felt. I know I can relate to that. It hurts seeing things you know you may not be able to fix.

"Guys, there is no time." The scruffy man is becoming exasperated. "She glimpsed the fourth dimension, time is an illusion, it's how we perceive the fourth dimension." I nod, he's mostly right.

"It's mathematics, he's talking about spacetime." The woman with the nice accent remarks.

The scruffy man stands up and grabs a stack of paper, most likely to explain how spacetime works. He goes on to explain it, pretty thoroughly, I might add, and he's correct once again. As he goes to sit down, another woman standing in the corner mentions that he made her brain hurt.

"Juncture, do you have any comments on Fitz's explanation?" Coulson asks.

"What could she possibly know about spacetime?" Scruffy man, or Fitz, asks. Dear god, I knew I had a lesser profile than the rest of the team, but am I really that unknown?

I look him dead in the eye and let some of my whitish-shimmering energy flow out of my hand, causing my eyes to stay the same color. "I'm basically the human incarnation of time, so more than you might think." He shuts up and I smile. Pushing my chair back, I stand and walk to the front of the table where Fitz had his demonstration.

"Fitz, you are correct, even if it is a bit simplified. See, I have the ability to move through time, along with some other kind of cool but irrelevant things. Like Fitz said, there isn't really a past or future. Everything, in a way, exists all at once. My power works by allowing me to exist within multiple events on our perceived 'timeline'. I can be sitting here in the present and then decide that I want some pancakes from a place in my hometown that closed fifteen years ago and poof myself there a year before they closed. I still exist as myself in 2016, but now this-" I motion at myself up and down, "-version of me also exists in the year 2000. You can't see me in this year when I go back in time because like Fitz said, we can't perceive the fourth dimension." Everyone nods like they understand, and Fitz has his mouth slightly agape.

"Daisy, if you truly had a vision of the future, that is most likely what is going to happen. I say most likely because your vision, and all of mine, is only from one perspective. You aren't given all of the facts, not shown the whole story. Sometimes the vision is a little distorted, and may not turn out exactly as you see it. Be cautious and pay close attention when the time comes." I look at the cute brunette and give her a comforting smile.

"Thank you." Daisy nods.

"Wait. What?" Fitz seems to just now be catching his words. I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Something tells me I just busted his whole way of thinking right open. That tends to happen to people around me.

My inner alarm clock is telling me that I need to leave in order to make the plane on time, at least by car. "I have to go. I have my own mission I have to deal with, plus I told Steve I would call him before boarding the plane. Good luck, you guys, stay safe. Time may not always be on your side." I walk back towards the door that Agent Palmer brought me through.

"Remember: no one knows about this base, or me!" Coulson reminds me. I grin and pretend to zip my mouth before holding my fists out in front of me and closing my eyes, zapping myself to the outside where a taxi happens to be wating for me. I whip my phone out to call Steve and rest my head on the window, watching the rain fall in the night sky.