The Raven

Bird Names - Chapter Two

Everyone was arguing with one another. That's all Edith could comprehend at the moment. She just watched silently, as they bickered.
"Please put down the scepter," She caught Director Fury saying as she watched from the outside of the room.
She caught sight of Banner holding Loki's scepter.
She pursed her lips. She'd only just got there, and here they were, arguing.
Luckily for her, she learned to cage and tame her horrible rage at a young age. - Lest, she unleash an army of undead. - It'd been a walk-in-walk out situation for her. She only briefly gazed over her shoulder, as she walked away. She could feel something was wrong with the scepter. But what was she to do? Tell them that? They wouldn't believe her, so what would be the point? So, she chose to act oblivious, and returned to her assigned room.

Edith was what you'd call a silent reader. Not even the entire helicarrier shifting and nearly falling out the sky could break her from her book. - Maybe it was that, or she just didn't care. - Someone was banging at her door, she realized. She looked up as the doors opened.
"Raven, you're needed and your suit's-"
"In the closet, I'm aware," She narrowed her green-brown eyes at the male agent before her. - What, you think she hadn't done an extensive search of the room? - She sat down her book.
"Go." She ordered the agent as she sighed. She approached her 'closet', that she'd managed to learn how to use since she'd been in her room - There it was. Her so-called suit.
It was a pair of patent leather pants with thick chains for it's belt, a leather corset top, a pair of steel toe leather combat boots, and a hooded leather  trenchcoat with multiple secret pockets for her magical items; The whole outfit was in black, of course. It was practically the only color she wore.
The coat was a little worn, with old fashioned shoulder pads stitched into it. Each and every article had been charmed for protection.
The only thing that was missing from the outfit was her Mother's pendant, and her Father's black and silver ring, that she never removed. No one, not even she, knew what the midnight colored stone was; But all knew it held great power. She scanned the room, debating whether or not she should bring any spare weapons.
No, she reminded herself...She wouldn't need them.

Edith entered the room, at what was likely a horrible time.
Fury tossed blood stained Captain America trading cards onto a glass table, as she leaned against the doorway.
"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them," Fury was telling Captain America.
Edith swallowed hard, eyebrows contorted to show her worry.
Is he dead...? Did he die? She confusedly thought, watching as Steve took the cards into his hands. Of course, she'd forgotten at this moment that she would be able to feel his spirit if he had.
Fury caught her gazing in, "You're late, June," He said, causing the room to turn to her.
"I was informed late, to be fair," replied Edith.
"You suited, m'am?" asked Steve.
She raised a brow, but nodded.
"Good. I'll meet you at the quinjet," He announced, then leaving her and Fury alone.
"So, what happened when I was...not available?" Edith began, raising her eyes to him.
"Banner hulked out, Loki got away. Thor vanished. What else do you wanna know?" replied Fury.
Edith gave a shrug, instead of giving what would be considered a proper answer. She then turned on her heel, and left the room.

The Raven did as she was ordered, and met Cap, along with the Widow and Hawkeye.
She marched with them to the quinjet, where a young S.H.I.E.L.D. pilot sat in the pilot's seat.
"You are not authorized to be here..." The pilot argued as they boarded, ignoring him.
"Son...just don't," said the Captain.
The ride was shifty, and Edith decided to sit next to the one she found most interesting; Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye. He was too quiet. There had to be something interesting in that head of his.
"I'm Edith," She announced to a confused Hawkeye, who she had yet to meet. He hesitantly took her hand.
"Clint," replied the archer. She shook his hand, then released it.
"I like your bow, by the way,"
"Thanks,"
There was silence between them for a moment.
"So...you're an Avenger, apparently?" Clint finally spoke.
Edith shrugged, "Apparently,"
This earned a laugh from the agent.
"They bribe you or just snatch you?" asked Clint.
"They offered me protection. Don't really need it, but I figured it was pointless to refuse, 'cause they'd only keep coming back," replied Edith. Clint studied her carefully, wondering what sort of abilities she possessed.
Of course, him being him, he decided to ask, "So, what's your gimmick?"
Edith huffed her amusement, "Raising the dead," She paused, meeting his gaze. A mild form of intimidation. "They call me The Raven,"
Clint raised his eyebrows in surprise. He'd caught a glimpse of the cup of tea incident, when he walked in on Fury and Coulson discussing it.
"You're the one who raised that hoard of zombies?" He asked, his surprise evident in his voice.
"They don't like to be called zombies. It's sort of a racial slur to them. - But yeah. How'd you hear?" replied the necromancer.
"It went around the base for a while. Fury's wanted to recruit you for some time now," Clint half-lied, fiddling with his bow.
"Ah. I also like your nickname. Bird names, right?" She held her fist up to him, smiling. She didn't trust him, not yet...But it was good to have friends, and she thought he seemed nice enough. Might as well try.
Clint chuckled, and fist bumped her. He found her to be quite likable, despite her odd mannerisms.
"Bird names," He replied, nodding carefully.