Covert || Avengers x Reader

12| There's A Catch

You stared at Ellis through a one way mirror. Tony interrogating them about the outcome of falling into the solution; trying to piece together all the information possible. Your right hand rubbed your left shoulder - the one you broke - to help calm your nerves.

Even though the whole dramatic action fiasco was over and the proper officials were dealing with the punishments, your story had taken a sharp turn as a result. Tony had mentioned these powers you had acquired were only temporary, but how long was temporary in this case? A few days? A few weeks, months, a year? You didn't know. Hell, nobody knew.

Temporary is a complicated word. It means something different when applied to multiple scenarios. A temporary tattoo will last around a week. Temporary hair dye can last a few months depending on the product used. Physical pain is temporary, it'll eventually dull then cease to exist of time. Dealing with so called temporary powers is a unexplored playing field. How long does it take to flush out the chemicals that produce said powers?

You got lost in your thoughts, no longer keeping track of what was happening in the other room. The ring of a phone brought you back out of your mind. It happened to be your phone that was buzzing away in your back pocket. Swiftly, you grabbed it and checked who was calling. It was Ned. A small smile appeared on your face.

You walked into another room, your teammates that were with you acknowledging your exit. "Hey, Ned!" you answered after closing the door behind you. "What's up?"

Ned's voice could be heard through the phone. "Just wanted to check up on how you were doing. Peter debriefed me on everything. How you holding up?"

You shrugged your right shoulder but then realized he couldn't see you. "I've been better. I'm surprised you called me instead of texting me. You know how I am about talking on the phone." A small laugh escaped from your mouth.

"Yeah, I know. You don't like it. Gives you anxiety and all that jazz, but it just felt weird to send some lousy text. It felt more honest if I actually talked to you.

"Anyways, you are the one that answered my call in the first place." Ned countered back.

"Touché, Leeds. Well, it was nice hearing from you. Once I settle down some more, we should meet up, like the good old days."

"And by that you mean about two weeks ago. I'll leave you be now. Talk to you later, (Y/N)!"

"Bye!" The line went dead a moment after. You shoved your phone back into your pocket and returned to the room. Tony was out of Ellis' cell now and was conversing with everyone.

You walked up to Tony. "I couldn't be surprised if all you got out of them was 'Go rot in hell, you overly polished beer bottle!' Then again, that could just be me talking vicariously through them."

Tony looked at you surprised. "If that's really what you think of me, I've been called worst. And they cooperated with me fairly well actually."

Thor, who had returned late in the night, responded. "It must have been your charmingly lack of common sense." Thor was still bitter towards Tony for programming him as Point Break instead of the strongest Avenger in the quinjet. Though this mocking was all in good fun.

Your eyes widened in desperation. "And what'd they say? Anything worth mentioning?"

Tony didn't meet your eyes. He tried looking elsewhere; you noticed his action. "No, not necessarily. They know about as much as we know, but they did say where we might find some information." He showed the group a slip of paper. "Back at the building we were at, Mitchell Torres had a file cabinet with a padlock on it. He kept all the results from his experiments in there. Our little prisoner here gave us the passcode." You looked down at the paper, trying to commit the numbers to memory.