Killer Queen (Nick Fury/Avengers)

09. On My Own

I packed whatever I had and left my room. Another case to work on and finish. It was intel instead of an assassination. I was, however, giving permission to kill if it led to that. It would be a long case though. It was going to last weeks, possibly even months. I was going to miss Fury a lot. I had to shut myself off from that. There was no room for having feelings in my profession.

I shouldered my backpack and left the compound. I was tying my stuff down on my motorcycle when Fury pulled up. I didn't even bother talking to him and instead drove off. I couldn't face him. Not when I had to shut myself off from him. I had told him I would come back and be with him but not for a long time.

I drove down the highway, letting the air rushing past tug at my clothes. The thrill of riding a motorcycle always helped me think. I liked the way I could feel the bike move and the engine rev. As I weaved in between cars, I cleared my head of any thoughts of Fury. I knew I wouldn't see him for possibly years and I would probably lose my feelings for him. Not my problem though. It was something that happened and it was in the past. I had to leave it there.

I cranked the throttle and sped up. I was on the road for hours until I found a decent hotel. I parked my bike and got a room. I dumped my stuff in the room and went to the window. I moved the curtains aside and stared out, watching the cars on the highway drive past.

It was late when I finally left the window and crawled into bed after taking off my clothes. I stretched out my arm, feeling the empty space next to me. I wished Fury was there but I knew it couldn't be. Not for a long time at least.

I woke up with the sun streaming into my room. I got up and changed clothes before leaving. I grabbed a bagel from the breakfast bar and left. I tied my stuff down and headed out. The early morning breeze tugged at my clothes as I weaved in and out of cars.

I twisted the throttle as I leaned into the turn. The engine hummed and rumbled under me. I loved the feeling of my bike under me and the roar of the engine. The wind tugging at my body made my heart fill. It reminded me of how I felt with Fury. I smiled a little and kept driving.

I drove all through the night and into the next day. I stopped at a diner and sat at a booth. I flipped through a menu, thinking of my options. I was leaning more towards chocolate chip pancakes.

I ordered and waited for my food to come. I watched the people around me, making up stories of their lives. The waitress eventually came and set my plate in front of me. I smiled and thanked her. I ate in silence, tapping my fingers on the table.

I finished the pancakes and through a couple of bills on the table. I shouldered my jacket and left. I climbed on my bike and popped my knuckles. I combed my hair back before putting my helmet on.

I left and merged onto the highway. My motorcycle rumbled and growled, happy to be driving again. I twisted the throttle and my tire lifted up. I grinned as I sped up. I was so glad to be working like that again. I was on my own and happy. Like it should be.