Dove and Dart (Under Extreme Editing)

Names and Neglects

Dart:

Well this isn't going to be good. I was standing my ground next to James, ready to grab him and teleport out of there the second Fury tried to split us up again.

"Agent Barton, I need to ask you why you left."

I just stared at him. I was not going to make this easy for him; he had never mad things easy for me.

"Barton, why did you leave?"

"Because I wanted to."

James elbowed me in the side, not hard, just enough to warn me against pissing Fury off.

"Barton." Nick sighed, rubbing at his forehead like he was trying to ward off a massive headache. "I need straight answers here, for once in your life please cooperate. I even asked nicely and you of all people know I don't do that."

James nudged me forward a bit, somehow telling me it was ok.

"I left because I wanted to mean something."

Fury laughed. He shook his head in disbelief. "You expect me to believe that after years of you acting like a pain my ass you suddenly want to mean something?!"

I stared back at him, feeling my anger boil under the surface. This is the first time I have even slightly opened up to anyone besides James, and he is mocking me.

"What kind of act are you pulling Dylan?! Are you going to tell me next that you want to be a pop sensation and try out for American Idol?!"

"Director Fury, I know it seems ridiculous based on Daniella's past, but it is the truth." James spoke up for me, but I was too upset to thank him.

"Из всех нерва! Черт тебя Ника! Засунь Ваше обучение в задницу, мне не нужно, чтобы быть издеваются тобой!" Yes, I yelled at him in Russian. It happens.

Nick stared at me, waiting for my anger to simmer down before flapping his useless jaws. "Fine, tell me, oh newly made sentimental one, why you left SHIELD?"

And I told him. I told him because maybe some part of me was sick of not telling him, of not telling anyone. I was made into this hard exterior, all attitude, no feeling person, but I am still a person. And maybe I am just sick of hiding that.

"I left because I was trained to be the best at something, but never allowed to do it. It was like I had become your puppet that you only brought out for show before throwing me back to the workshop to wear me down into something better. Well I was sick of being pointless, and James was the only person who ever made me feel like more than just an asset to the largest defense system in the US!" I breathed heavily, my Russian accent still thick due to pent up rage. I tried to keep steady eye contact with Fury, but some stupid emotions kept making me glance to the ground.

"You sent me to New York to make friends." My voice had gone soft, softer than even I had ever heard it, and to be honest, this open side of me was terrifying. "Well I made a friend a long time ago, and you took him away from him because you weren't done toying with me. And maybe," I glared up at Fury then, "Maybe you still aren't done, but I am."

Fury met my glare with a calm and steady gaze. If my words had hit him at all, he was refusing to show any reaction, emotional or otherwise.

"James?" He calmly asked after a minute, using a tone that was far less authoritative than I was used to.

"Sir?"

Fury inhaled through his nose really deeply. "I don't know what you did to this girl, but you have made her one heck of an agent."