Unexpected

Glass, Calls, and a Motorcycle

"Well that was a bust." I sighed, gently rubbing my bandaged legs as I sat in the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane heading back to the States. On the small table in front of me sat a laptop computer with a secured video feed showing Rumlow, Natasha, and now Steve's faces as they sat around some office table at headquarters. Apparently after they'd lost connection with me during the fight when a bash to my head had knocked my earpiece free, Steve had been contacted and he had rushed to the Triskelion. That little fact warmed my heart but also made me all the more disappointed in myself for having messed up my first mission so badly.

"What're you talking about?" Rumlow asked, leaning forward. "You handled yourself wonderfully."

"But I messed everything up!"

"What did you do wrong?" Nat asked point blank, "Tell me exactly what you did wrong."

"Uhm..." I couldn't think of anything really, "I was so nervous-"

"And you used it to your advantage. You cleverly planted the bug which allowed us to gather a lot of useful information that we can build off of. That was your purpose in this mission and you completed it. It wasn't your fault that Blanc was about to expose you and you did your best to cover and do damage control. When crap went down, if your story is accurate, you fought well and in the end you saved Sati's Life, protected Farway and those servers the best you could, and help capture Blanc and Broussard who we can now deal with and extract info from." Natasha rambled before sternly finishing with saying,"I see nothing that you did wrong, Copper."

I sighed and nodded, flinching as my finger ran over a bandage where a larger piece of glass had lodged itself in the back of my thigh. Once everyone had been removed from the restaurant, all of us agents and our new prisoners were hustled onto a S.H.I.E.L.D. plane. Luckily for me, I always kept my bag of things in my rental car just in case I had to be pulled from the operation so it was within the hour that we were in the air. As soon as I was in the plane I was taken with the others to one of the plane's room that served as first aid where I spent another hour getting glass tweezered out of my legs and back and my other wounds looked at. I now had new bruises on my wrists and my left cheek was bruising into a nice brown blot like an old banana. Funny, I couldn't even remember being hit in the face. Once I was taken care of, one of the agents set up the secured line and now here I was.

"Penny, are you sure you're okay?" Steve's big blue eyes were full of concern.

"I'm fine." I waved away the issue with a small laugh, "Just tired. The Taser shock has faded away and I'm just sore and ready to sleep in my own bed. Rumlow, Sir, will I have to report my mission upon landing?"

"No, get some sleep and come in in the morning. We need to go over our new info and make sure our 'guests' are settled in anyways."

"Yes, Sir." I nodded to him as he stood up and walked off screen, apparently being called off by someone else.

"I'll be here to take you home when you land." Steve offered.

"There's no need, Steve, go home."

"I insist, anyways I want a firsthand account of how you flung a freaking table around and no one is going to hear it before me." I couldn't help but smile are his playful grin. I knew he felt like he should have been there during the mission, but being Captain America and all, he would have been too easily recognized.

"No fair!" Nat turned to Cap, "I'm her trainer; I should get to hear how she used her training and skills in a fight!"

"Didn't you guys see it?" I asked, laughing at their lighthearted bickering, "I managed to keep the camera glasses on the whole time."