Stuck in Avengers!

Damn Portals

Cyril:

I woke up around 9:30 A.M and was bumbling tiredly around my room when a knock sounded at my door. Barton stood outside, and was holding yesterday's outfit. I peeped around the door at him and squinted. "I hope you're not too angry about that whole arrow thing. You don't look any worse for wear. Anyways, Coulson told me to give these to you. By the way, Fury wants you to spend the day in the lab with me and the Tesseract. Apparently it's kind of acting up and he thinks you can help with any protection issues that may occur. That and he said I need to keep an eye on you," he explained, handing the folded clothes over to me. He walked away, and I promptly shut the door behind him. After laying the clothes on my bed, I ignored the basket of outfits that had been offered to me and changed back into the freshly washed ones. My jacket and shirt had been stitched back up, and all traces of blood were gone. However, my once bright red hoodie was now a soft, faded coral. As I hopped about the room, I struggled to put my white converse on. While doing that, I awkwardly stroked the wall to find the door knob. Catching hold of it, I fell through and righted myself as quick as I could. I walked through the metallic halls and ran my hand through scraggly locks. It was past ten, and I was hungry as hell. My mind was jumpy and I was disoriented. Unfortunately, everyone that passed by me didn't seem to notice my asking for help. Angrily, I stomped my foot, and looked down in defeat. That's when I realized something. I couldn't see myself. 

"GODDAMMIT!" I yelled, clenching my fists and took off the invisibility. A passing agent stopped and asked me if I needed help. "Food. Please," I begged, clutching the woman's sleeve. 

-11:00 A.M-

Cyril: 

I was camped out in the large lab, and was working on a project of my own. While the scientists toiled over the Tesseract, I was constructing a mask of my own. It looked like Bucky's, and I liked it because it covered all of my face and gave good eye protection. Regarding the eyes, I got a hold of this glass called Alumina. It's rumored to be stronger than steel. I had heated and molded two pieces of the glass for the mask's eye sockets. This was only a precaution for flying shrapnel, bullets, that sort of thing. After almost searing my fingertips off, I let the translucent spheres cool before gently fitting them into the sockets and placing a liner on top so as to assure that the pieces wouldn't fall out. The fabric I used was durable and stretchy, and wouldn't rip easy. 

"I'll probably need a suit too," I surmised, sitting back on my haunches in thought. I shook my head to clear the thought, and focused on fitting the mask over my face. The bottom half was secured tightly, and was designed with special molds in the upper nose/cheekbone area so that if I had to twist and jump around the mask wouldn't slip over my face and become a hindrance. The eye goggles were also useful since that besides eye protection, the would also help keep the mask up. Once my masterpiece was fully adjusted and on, I stood up and stealthily ran to a ladder that led up into the metal rafters. I practically shot up the ladder, using my legs to propel me swiftly up. Hawkeye was sitting up there, staring down at the work being done. He glanced at me, and studied my mask.
"Nice. It looks good, kid," he complimented me, and I grinned beneath the fabric.
"Thanks. I made it so that I can protect my eyes and my identity. It'll be useful if I have to make a quick getaway and things are flying at me and if there are a lot of bad people out to find me. But they can't see my face so they can't get me." I boasted proudly, childishly almost. We both sat together for a few minutes, our legs dangling over the edge. "Hey! You know Black Widow, don't you?" I asked. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded.
"What do you want to know about her?" he questioned. "Umm. What's she like? How much ass does she kick on a regular basis? Is she different when she's not working?" I babbled before Clint stifled a laugh and put up his hand to stop me. "Okay. Nat's very nice. To me, anyway. She's pretty cool. She gets along with children well. Nat kicks a lot of ass since Fury is always sending her on missions. And when we're on our breaks, we usually just do whatever. Although, there was one time when we went out to a bar. This asshole sleazy guy started hitting on Nat, and was being really rude. I made it look like we didn't know each other, and was pretending to be a drunk idiot. She played along with the guy, and turned away for a sec to pretend to go through her bag, looking for her phone. While she was going through it, the guy dropped these two pills into her drink. I was watching out of the corner of my eye, and got up and brushed myself off and whispered under my breath that he put something in her glass, and she nodded. So, I straightened up and grabbed my drink, and then stumbled straight into the guy. My drink spilled all over him, and when he looked down, Nat switched the drinks. They were the same, so he wouldn't notice. After I slurred out a 'sorry' I went and leaned against the wall and watched the guy roofie himself," Clint told, trying not to laugh, and I exploded into giggles.