The Second Born Curses- A Winterborn Series

Don't you just love nature?

Agents everywhere were trying to find a cross match for the bad guy, Loki. I stared at his photo that they were using to find the little weasel. The time it had taken to find the security footage from the old base that had collapsed in on itself, had been far too long for my liking.

I yearned to just go out on my own and find him myself so I could get my brother back. Nick had reassured me that he was doing what he can to find Clint's kidnapper to make him talk. That was all he cared about- Loki. He didn't care about Clint personally; he only cared about Clint's ability to shoot and his brains. Pacing around in my room, I wore the carpet in with all of worrying and impatience.

Images of Clint being tortured for information kept eating away at my soul, my mind and my heart. This was the worst thing anyone could do to me- deprive me of the knowledge of what's happening to my brother, where he was, if he were ok.

"DAMMIT!" I roared, flipping over my coffee table in frustration and anger. The copy of the bad guy's face floated onto the floor innocently, staring up at me like it wasn't his fault.

I dropped onto my couch, putting my head in my hands, shaking. I was having a meltdown with the amount of stress that I was under with the Director barking orders, Clint being missing and my own personal things. Having someone you care about go missing is like... a huge crater in your stomach and heart, eating away at you when you know that they should be here. Having someone taken from you is like a bullet to the side- slow, agonizing and deafening.

Breathing slowly and steadily, I began to pull myself together to try and get through this meltdown in one piece; I would be no use to anyone if I showed up, looking like I was about to fall apart. Clint needed me and I would save him.

Fuck this waiting shit. I'm going after my brother I thought, getting up and grabbing some supplies and weapons, shoving them into a rucksack. I remembered the conversation me and Nick had last night about my brother when he summoned me to the bridge...

I was by the wall in the agent's training facility to have my turn at practising my surprise attacks and defeating the enemy when Director Fury's voice came through my earpiece in a very stern and commanding voice.

"Agent Barton, report to the bridge immediately."

Sighing, I gave up my space in the long line of agents and walked to the bridge, looking around to see that it was filled with people cross matching the villain that had taken Clint and the stupid Tesseract. Captain Rogers was there, peering at the screens with confusion but keeping his obvious questions to himself.

Nick was by the controls as per usual, looking every bit of the commander that he had been appointed as. Folding my arms, I leant against a nearby computer, earning a fearful yet annoyed look from the agent that was there; I ignored him and kept looking at Director Fury's back.

"You asked to see me, Your Eyeball-ness?" I said sarcastically, earning a few gasps around the room at the manner I was speaking in towards the Director. Like I cared; all I care about is getting my brother back from the clutches of evil doers.

Fury turned around and glared coldly at me with his one eye, trying to intimidate me with how strange and evil he looked himself; it didn't work.

"Yes, Katra. As you are aware, we are scurrying to find the location of the hostile force to help find the Tesseract and Agent Barton" he replied, his tone a chilling frost upon the air's wind. I hid a scowl at the way Nick had put the two things that he wanted to find in that particular order- how could someone be so overprotective about an energy source from outer space? Unless they were trying to use it for something other than clean sustainable energy to power up the cities around the globe.