The rest of the day I sat around, flipping through the file, ignoring comments from Barton & Co., and mentally preparing myself for the insanity that was to come.
But first?
To settle in, and to get used to Budapest.
But the next adventure?
Dinner party.
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"Why do we have to do this again?" I asked through the bathroom door.
"Because it's in the file! We have to go to this thing!"
"I'm not getting dressed." I called.
The door swung open and I almost fell on my face again.
"Yes you are." Barton said. "Get in there."
"No," I said, standing like a rock.
Barton pushed me in and locked the door from the outside.
"Get changed or I'm not letting you out."
"That means we are never going to leave."
"Fine." I heard a click. "Get dressed."
"What if I still say no?"
There was a pause as he thought of an appropriate punishment.
"I'll drag you to the party- naked."
"I'll get dressed," I said hastily. "But only because I don't want to go naked."
"I'm sure you don't," I could hear him roll his eye.
I twisted the handle and said "Done."
"Fast," He said.
"Very."
"Now put makeup on and let us get out of here."
"Hold on," I said. "I am absolutely not wearing clown clothes."
Barton laughed. A real laugh... that simply would not stop.
"There is nothing funny about me referring to makeup as clown clothes!" I exclaimed. "It's not funny, not at all- because that's what makeup is! Clothing for clowns!!"
I had a laughing man at my feet.
I kicked him.
"Oh, shut up and shape up."
"Sorry," He said, wiping tears from his eyes. "That may be the funniest thing I have ever heard."
"Shut up."
"Yeah, okay, whatever. You don't have to wear clown clothes-" He let out a snort. "But at least get shoes so we can get going."
In our jobs in Budapest, we were commonly known as 'the couple'. I hated this because (1) we where not a couple except (2) they didn't know that or (3) need to know that. It worked out for everyone- always excluding Barton and I.
But thanks to Fury, I was forced to keep my tap shut. I really loved him for that.
But the people we worked with where silly little mortals, and so I had to pretend I was something that I wasn't and this little girl is not one for crystal chandeliers, nice dresses (clown clothes) etc. Give me a gun or a mission any day.
A mission that does not involve crystal chandeliers, nice dresses, etc.
But being the loving director Fury was, I had to pretend I was in love with Barton, and the rest of the world had to believe it too.
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What Happened In Budapest *unedited*
FanfictionWelcome to Budapest, Hungary.... land of the infiltrators. Based on the two sentences in Marvel's "The Avengers" that has left many avengenerds wondering. Most characters belong to Marvel excepting a couple OCs. LOTS OF TYPOS. And if you're looking...