Falling For A Midgardian / Loki FanFiction

Chapter 16;

(A/N- I am so sorry to everyone for not updating sooner. I was never in the right mood. I have to be in the right mood otherwise I just get bored and it turns to crap writing- sorry, Let me refase that. Terrible writing because it's already crap. :') But Thank you for so many reads! I honestly didn't expect it! I'll have to start writing more updates, Now it's the summer, I reckon I'll try and get at least one uploaded a week. Anyway, sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes etc. And please leave a comment if you like something, want something to be included, or youself to be included for that matter. Again, Thank youuuuuu! '3 )

*Catherine's Point Of View.*

Well, Shit. Right, Maybe I should distract Thor? No, that'd cause suspicion. I was trying to think of solutions to Phoebe's problem, and mine because I didn't turn them in... I with held and concealed information on a killer... awh fuck. I was busying myself with glass wear and previous experiments, anything to make it look like I wasn't flustered was good. Bruce was sat in the room with me, and Tony had phoned to say he'd be here soon, he was picking up some Schwarma. Natasha told me that after they caught Loki they went and ate schwarma. It was Tony's idea. Not that I'm surprised, that's just like Tony Stark.

"Fury is calling a meeting. All agents in the consulting room." Clint just burst into the room to tell us, slightly red in the face, he'd been running. "Now!" He repeated, Bruce and I stood immediately and headed for the door. "Coming! Coming!" 

I rushed my way down the corridor, following Bruce as he took large strides, making himslef look confident, me on the other hand was wobbling and taking tiny steps, trying to be as quick as possible. I passed a room with a big glass door and saw Phoebe inside, I knocked on the glass and Phoebe's head shot up, her black and green hair bobbing with it next to her face. Se opened the door and looked at me confused, "What's up?" She asked, I frowned. "Meeting. Now. All Agents. Didn't Clint tell you?" I asked, dragging her arm and shutting the door to her room behind us where we then began to walk down the metal corridor with metal grate flooring that made a clinking sound under our boots. "He did but- Oh right! I'm an agent now! Oooh!" Phoebe clapped her hands together with a little skip,  Strange child. "Yeah well we won't be if we don't hurry up. Fury's probably pissed," I lowered my voice so only Phoebe could here me, I wasn't sure if there was cameras or voice tabs here. "Loki did escape and all." I saw Phoebe' expression drop to horror through the corners of my eyes we approached the big heavy door that seals of the room where meetings are held. I opened it and went in first, Phoebe following just behind. Everyone's eyes raised from their papers in front of them to look at the late comers enter the room. We awkwardly found our seats opposite each other and sat down, waiting for Fury to start considering we were all here now. Bruce next to me, sat up straight with his hands in his lap, Natasha next to him, with one of her long skinny legs crossed over the other, her Short hair falling casually above her shoulders, next to her was Tony, his feet were on the desk and his chair lowered. He was wearing an Iron Maiden top and his hair was slightly messy, he probably just woke up. Then there was Clint who was sat up as straight as pole, he was wearing his S.H.I.E.L.D uniform unlike the rest of us and was looking around the room, eyeballing certain areas of the room. Next to the all mighty Hawkeye was Phoebe, she sat with her arms folded and her legs drawn together, she was siting awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with everyone, her long black curls falling into her eyes and then being shaken from her face revealing the green streaks outlining the curls. In the middle of us all was Fury, he wasn't sat down. He was pacing up and down, as if trying to find words to say. He looked uneasy. It was then  I noticed Thor in the corner of the room, his back against the wall, his arms folded and his long red robe falling behind him, trailing on the floor.

Fury cleared his throat, " I have some... News." He said, looking at each of us in turn and studying our expressions. "We have a problem." Tony perked up, "Like no WiFi problem, or... Russia are launching all their nuclear weapons at us..." Nick shot Tony a look, I swear if looks could kill, that glare would've done the trick. "Worse. Loki's escaped." A small gasp came from Natasha and Bruce took a deep breath, calming himself down I suppose.