I'm the next Avenger

Ch.13

At first, I was hesitant about roaming this place on my own, but then I noticed how fun it was to spy on the workers. I would climb into a rafter beam, and slide to the next one, while reading their mind. So far the only "important" thing I had found out was that Trina's sister had a baby yesterday. And the funny part is I don't even know who Trina was.

"Skylar, do you copy?" Clint abruptly called in my earpiece. I tapped the talk button.

"Yeah I copy, you scared me with that surprise call." I said in a hushed tone.

"Where are you? I can't find you anywhere. Has anything triggered a hallucination, or even a headache? And why are you whispering" Clint asked.

"That's confidential information. The whispering, not the head stuff. And no, nothing yet. If you wanna find me, you'll have to search, ok?" I taunted. He grumbled into his earpiece and ended the conversation. I smiled and scooted down the beams some more.

A while later, I heard foot steps. I sensed Clint nearing my location in the rafters, so I laid down and hid from view. He passed underneath me, only to stop and look left and right. Then he continued, while muttering something about how childish hide and seeks was. When Dallas and I used to play hide and seek, I was always the hider first. I loved hiding. I still do, obviously.

I stood up slowly, trying not to make any noise since Clint hadn't walked that far. My foot slipped and I began to fall. I quickly spread my wings out of habit and one of them caught a bar. I felt the bone snap. I drew in a loud breath. Clint looked in my direction. I began to quickly but carefully maneuver through the beams. He followed underneath me as silent as a summer breeze. Every step I took made my broken wing make a grinding sound.

"Can we stop this?" Clint called up, sounding a little winded. I found a pretty good spot to jump from and walked towards him. My bum wing was hanging at an awkward angle. He reached out to feel it and I stepped back from him. He raised his eyebrows at me. I huffed and began to walk away from him, not wanting him to see me weak; again. He began to follow me. I quickly spun to face him.

"I just want to help you, please let me take a look at it." He pointed to my limp wing.

"I don't need your help, nor do I want it. Not right now. I just need to be alone. I need to be away from people, period." I seethed. I felt an uncharacteristic flare of anger boil over me. I glared at Clint and sped off in the opposite direction. He relayed something in his earpiece, something about my attitude, I didn't care though. I just kept going.

After about an hour of aimlessly meandering the halls, I wound up in front of the most terrible room on the ship. Phil's room. I ran my hand down the front of the door, until my hand reached the label on the door. I traced his name, then hung my head. Slowly, I slumped down to the floor, hitting my wing, making the dull pain intensify.

I put my chin in my hands and stared at the closed door. I finally reached for the doorknob, missing it though because I was on the floor. So I got to my knees, and I tried to see if it was opened, it wasn't. My luck though, a very nice employee happened to walk past, and asked if I needed any help. I nodded, and he opened the door for me, no manipulation needed.

I gaped when I peered into the cold, dark room. I searched for the light switch, and flipped it on. His bed had been made, and some we will miss you cards had been laid on it. The thing that made me want to run out of the room though, was the picture on his dresser. It was him. Phil Coulson, standing next to a freckle-faced nine year old. That was a picture of me, smiling next to the man that was the glue in my life.

I gingerly lifted up the picture frame. I turned it over and took out the picture. Yep, this was the gift that I had been allowed to give him on his birthday. I had even written him a message on the back.

"Dear Phil,

I'm soo happy that you are here! I love you so much, and I'm glad that you're my friend. You can help make me strong, and you keep me happy too. I think that we will be friends forever, just like we are in this picture. I hope you like it. Happy Birthday Phil.

Love, your best friend, Skylar"

"Sky, are you ready to come back yet?" Clint called gently over the earpiece. I carefully put the picture back in the frame.

"Yeah, sure." I stated flatly. Then, the intercom on the ship screeched loudly.

"Would Skylar Mason please make her way to the front of the ship? She is needed in a meeting immediately. Thank you." Boomed the voice. I decided to go to the lobby, instead of go to Barton and Banner.

I ran through the halls, until I saw the double doors that led to the lobby. I pushed them open, to see Nick Fury, alone in the control room. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he spoke instead.

"I have a proposal for you Skylar. There is a very confidential interrogation that we are going to need you to do, in exchange for something. Something that you will really enjoy. And before you ask, no, I am not telling you any more about either of those things. Accept or decline now." He stated. I knew what my answer would be, I was too curious to not see what the surprise was.

"I accept." I said flatly. Fury gestured towards someone that I hadn't noticed was even there. Half the room was dark, so I couldn't see who it was, but I heard their familiar voice.

"I've missed you Skylar."

All that I could do was stand in shock. And smile. I could definitely smile.

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