The party was black tie, and God knows how much I fricking love *cough hate cough* dresses, but I had to wear one, or Maria said I wouldn't get to have any alcohol at the party, so I went with what I could get. I was wearing a teal off the shoulder mermaid dress, my makeup was natural, and I was wearing my favorite pair of combat boots. (There's a rumor going around that I superglued them to my feet so I wouldn't have to ever take them off, but that's not true, I just have an infatuation borderline obsession with them.
I get to the party, stomp over to Maria who was sitting at the bar, and tap her on the shoulder. Before I could complain about being there, she states, "Fury wants to talk to you about a mission, so be in the briefing room by 11."
I reply, " God, I'm gonna need a drink for this aren't I?" I turn to the bartender, "I need the strongest thing you have, and a lot of it." After he gives me my drink, complete with a napkin with his number on it, I turn back to Maria.
"I thought I was supposed to have another 4 months on vacation?"
"You were, and this is kind of vacation-ish. Very tame mission."
"Tame my a*s. Yeah, this is gonna be either a mission that requires me to go undercover for two years, one that'll require me to act like a total f*cking ditz, or something worse."
"What's worse, Avengers duty?"
Avengers duty is something notorious in the upper ranks of SHIELD. Once a month, an agent that's level 6 or above has to stay overnight with the Avengers, randomly chosen of course. Supposedly, the best part about the whole experience was meeting Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff, a famous (among agents) mated pair that no one ever really sees. The two go on exclusive missions together or separately, and then return to the Avengers Tower where they reside with the rest of the team.
"I don't think it's quite as bad as everyone says it is," I reply. "I am gonna go snatch that last crab puff because a girl's gotta have her snacks, ya know?"
As I walk towards the refreshment table, I spot a low ranking agent follow me a little too closely for comfort. I bend over to pick up the snack, and feel a hard 'smack' across my a*s. I whip around, grab the man's arm, and bend it backwards.
"Listen man, you're drunk, so I'm not gonna shoot you, but if you try that one any woman ever again and I will not hesitate. Got it?"
As he frantically nods, I release him and push him away from me as he runs off. Fury approaches me, and states, "Well, now that you've fended off the annual perv, meet me in my office for your briefing."
"Yes, sir," I quickly reply.
*5 minute time skip brought to you by Dean's love of pie*
I tap my foot impatiently waiting for Fury to tell me about my mission, and think,"where could he possibly be?"
As if listening to my thoughts, he suddenly walks through the doorway.
He starts off, "All right, lets get down to business."
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To defeat the huns!
Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?
All righty then, how was my first real chapter?
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