Marvel/Sherlock/Harry Potter/ETC Fandom One Shots

New Recruit - Avengers xSherlock xReader

I'm not the one they usually call for these sorts of things. In fact, I'm usually the last person they call for these sorts of things. I'm not like Agent Barton, or Agent Romanoff, I'm clumsy and the only place I belong within SHIELD is being the coffee girl. That is my job after all. I go and get coffee for the Agents, Directors, and guests. Thrilling I know. 

Anyway, back to why I shouldn't be where I am. I'm currently in London England, doing a recruitment mission. Why me, you may ask. (I know I'm asking.) Well, I happen to be the least recognizable one in the whole agency. I'm also the least skilled and probably gonna mess this up, but whatever. 

My mission is simple, recruit a man named Sherlock Holmes. The problem, I've never done this before, and this man tends to see through people very easily. All I know about this man, is that he is highly intelligent, solves murders for a living, and calls himself a consulting detective. He currently lives with a Veteran who previously served in Afghanistan, John Watson, the man who writes blogs about their adventures with Scotland Yard. I have to admit, the blog is pretty great to read, it's very entertaining. Also at the residence is John's young daughter Rosie, and their landlady Mrs. Hudson.

Let me tell you, if my nerves were a wreck while flying to London, they are absolutely fried as I stand in front of apartment 221B Baker Street. The door knocker sits slightly ajar, and as I go to knock, the door immediately opens.

"John, who's at the door?" I hear a man from upstairs yell.

The man, John, began to look me up and down, "I'm not sure," He yelled back up. "Would you care to come in?" He smiled gesturing for me to come in.

Walking up to their flat, my heart pounded. It was so loud, I'm sure John could hear it. Their living room is filled with papers. Their wallpaper has several bullet holes in it, and there's a yellow smiley face, spray painted over the couch. A skull sits on the fireplace mantle, and Sherlock sits on a chair with a violin perched on his shoulder. 

"Well, hello." Sherlock smiles at me, a soft, cunning, and unnerving smile.

"Um, hi." I smile shyly, as John gestures for me to sit on their couch. "Mr. Holmes I-"

"You're unhappy at your job, yes. But that's not why you're here. No. You are here because of work though. Look at how you're dressed. Professionally, yet at the same time, casual enough to fly a long distance in. You're from America. Now, onto why you're here. Judging by your shoes-"

"Mr. Holmes, I'm here on behalf of SHIELD. They are a security agency, they were top secret for a while now, but seeing as The Avengers have been on the news quite a bit lately, they've lost some of their secrecy. Anyway-"

"They want me to come in? Investigate something?" Sherlock cocked his head, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Sort of, we want to recruit you, as the newest member of the Avengers. They would have sent someone else, but-" 

"You're the least recognizable as a field agent. Yes, I can see that. Unfortunately, I'm not looking to join any organizations. In fact, I much prefer working  alone. Well, other than John. He's the one exception."

Looking between the two boys, I began to notice the look of confusion on John's face, "What do you mean, the newest member of the Avengers?" John questioned.

"Well, seeing as Mr. Holmes is exceptional at deduction, he has caught the attention of the Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury. I was told to bring Mr. Holmes in and get him prepped for the next mission."

"Not happening." Sherlock sang from his chair. His bow positioned again, as if he was planning on playing.

John leaned towards Sherlock with a small frown on his face, "I don't think 'no' is an option Sherlock."

"Of course 'no' is an option. 'No' is always an option."

"Unless you tell me to pick up milk."

"I have experiments John. And, what would Gavin do without me?"

"You're going Sherlock, and I'm coming with you."

"What about Rosie?"

"She can stay at my sisters place."

"Then it's settled?" I pipe in, trying to get a final answer before Fury has a conniption.

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To say that the flight back to Washington DC was long, was an understatement. 8 hours felt more like 28, and Sherlock had been unbearable for most of that time. It was during the brief hour that he slept, that I actually got to talk to John. Let me tell you, that boy can gossip. I never needed to know so much about William Sherlock Scott Holmes, in my life, but boy was I glad I heard it.

After a quick debriefing with Director Fury, and Agent Hill forcing Sherlock to fill out the paperwork, we were off to New York. Thank heavens for the small jets that SHIELD has, because it only took us 15 minutes to get to the Avengers Facility. I don't think I could have lasted much longer in the cramped jet. Sherlock's personality is just too big to be contained in such a small jet. Needless to say, I have a feeling he's gonna fit right in with the rest of the team.

As we landed, I saw Tony Stark and Steve (Captain America) Rogers approach the plane. The three of us got off, and I followed behind the four men, as we went to one of the various meeting rooms. 

"Well, Mr. Holmes, it looks like you're not that qualified for physical combat, but that's alright, seeing as you'll mostly just be watching for things we may miss." Mr. Stark began. It was shocking not to hear Sherlock's rebuttal, but John kept giving him a look, every time he opened his mouth.

Captain Rogers spoke up next, his hands laying gently on his hips, "We're glad to have you on the team Mr. Holmes." The Captain smiled at John and Sherlock before turning to me. Now, I won't say that I was swooning...but... "And, (y/n), thank you for going to retrieve him. I know this isn't what you're used to, but it's very much appreciated." He smiled at me then, and my heart skipped all the beats. Listen, I'm only human, and Steve Rogers is 100% beef cake hotness. There's only so much a girl can do other than pounce on the man. 

As the four men left the meeting room, I hung back to get my bearings. The past 32 hours had been crazy weird. My first mission, meeting a consulting detective, and being thanked by Captain America. It was about time for me to retire, from life. I could die happy now. 

Just as I stood to leave, Sherlock popped his head in the door, "(y/n), John has to get back to Rosie, and I really shouldn't be left without supervision." He smirked. "So, John was wondering if you would mind 'babysitting' me. His words, not mine." 

As I went to voice my concerns about needing Director Fury's permission, Sherlock piped up again, "Your Director Fury has already given his consent."

I smiled, letting out a small laugh, "Then I guess it's all good." I followed Sherlock out of the meeting room, nudging him with my elbow. "And he's you're Director, now, too."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as we made our way to the living area, and off to our separate rooms,