" i age wonderfully "
CASSANDRA BARNES
assassin. spy. agent. super soldier.
-CAPTAIN AMERICA THE FIRST AVENGER-
-THE AVENGERS-
book one of the cassandra barnes series
cover made by the lovely @-PsychoWxrrior
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2012
Cassandra sat next to Natasha in a medical bay, next to a sleeping Clint Barton. Natasha looked tired and worried, dark marks forming under her eyes. Clint sat up suddenly, struggling against the bonds over his wrists.
"Ugh, what happened?" He said drowsily. "Cognitive recalibration, I hit you really hard in the head." Natasha answered, sitting next to him. "Thanks," he groaned, letting Cassandra take the straps off his arms. "Cass, is Laura, are they alright?" "Nothing happened to them, I'm sure Loki had no idea they existed." She reassured, smiling gently. "How many agents?" "Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for." Natasha insisted. "Loki, He got away?" "Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?" Cassandra asked. "I didn't need to know. I didn't ask. He's gonna make his play soon though. Today." "We gotta stop him." "Yeah. Who's we?" "Whoever's left," Cassandra said.
The band around her wrist that displayed messages buzzed, and she looked down. Cassandra smiled at Clint and opened the door, stepping out for a moment.
She walked down the hall, and into the detention level, where Agent Coulson had died. Tony and Steve were talking when she entered.
"Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered-" "Stark Tower." She muttered, unexpectedly joining the conversation.
Cassandra, Steve, and Tony walked briskly down the hall to the med bay, and opened the door to the room Clint and Natasha were in.
"Time to go." Steve said. "Go where?" Natasha asked. "I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?"
Clint walked out of a seperate room, drying his hands.
"I can," he said.
Steve looked to Cassandra and Natasha to confirm Clint was on their team. They simultaneously nodded, and Steve nodded back.
"You got a suit?" Steve asked. "Yeah." "Then suit up."
Cassandra followed Natasha to the weapon room, and stuck two guns and magazines filled with bullets into the blew around her waist. She snapped the heels off her boots, which would make it easier to run, which she was likely going to be doing a lot of.
"Why don't you just change shoes?" Natasha asked in awe, as Cassandra slipped daggers into the suits on her arms. "Well, I like them, and I don't feel like changing shoes. Can we talk about this later please?" "You make no
