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Earth-6161 [May 2012]
Helicarrier
–Phil Coulson—
He stood outside Barton's cabin, waiting for the Director to come talk to the man. Honestly, he wouldn't fault the man for quitting SHIELD and active agent life after this but for now, they needed him. Romanoff was out of commission, with no timeline as to when she would be able to return to active duty.
Banner and Thor were both MIA. They only had Stark, Captain, and…her. His face twisted as he thought of Weber and her actions. Not only did she let Loki go, according to her own words, but she also made sure that all of the agents on the ship stayed alive. That was the full extent of her cooperation.
Something told him that she could do more, much more, and yet, she chose not to. He didn't feel rage easily and yet, he felt something alarmingly close to that towards her, and yet….
He deflated as he took out the SHIELD issued phone and refreshed the page, to see if any updates had been provided to him, aside from the Helicarrier finally being stable and on its way to the nearest Bay that could hold a ship the Helicarrier's size. There was not much he could do in a situation like this.
What confused him the most was the fact that she did do something to help him. Back when he had blasted Loki with the Destroyer prototype, the man did get blown back but Loki turned invisible as soon as he crashed into the ground, something that he was sure was going to be a death sentence for him.
And he turned out right since the next he saw Loki was when Loki stood right in front of him with his Loki thrust into his chest. Only a puddle of water somehow blocked the sceptre from going any further. Taking advantage of that, he fired the prototype immediately, unfortunately, not in Loki's direction which flung him away from the madman but also made him lose sight of the Asgardian.
That told him that Samantha was everywhere, keeping an eye on things, and if she had wanted, she could have stopped the other agents from getting similar injuries and yet, she had not.
"Coulson," So engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't even notice when the Director arrived.
"Sir!" To be fair, the Director could be absolutely stealthy when the man needed to.
"Go to Medical Ward-C1. I'll take things from here," He nodded and turned around to exit the medical ward for prisoners when the Director spoke.
"WE need the Avengers, Coulson. ALL OF THEM." He nodded at the unsaid request and left, only to come face to face with the Captain. His face was caked with dust and debris, along with multiple scuffs on his uniform from the cut wounds from the mind controlled agents of foreign governments as well as private mercenaries that Loki had been able to track down and mind control into doing his bidding.
"Captain."
"Agent Coulson, I was told to talk to you if I wanted to see Romanoff." He nodded and gestured for the man to follow him.
"How are you? I heard you had an encounter with Loki." He smiled at the concern in the Captain's voice and waved him off.
"No, I am fine. I got out scot free from the fight and that is more than what most people could say." He said as the air became somber from what had happened to Romanoff and how dire things were regarding her health.
"How is she?" The captain asked in a quiet voice.
"Out of danger, as far as the doctors can tell but she is still in a coma. Lost too much blood."
"How is Stark?"
"He's locked himself up in his workshop. Says that he has to work on his suit but I can't imagine staying in there all by himself would be healthy for his mind," The captain commented as they finally reached the medical ward and he scanned his card for entry since the Captain did not have ship wide clearance yet.
Soon, they were both standing outside a window, showing Romanoff on a ventilator, sporting multiple cuts and bruises on her face but the single most devastating injury was in her stomach, where Loki had thrust the entirety of the scepter in.
The sound of the secured door opening made him turn around, surprised as he saw Tony Stark walk in with a T-Shirt and a coffee mug in his hand. He silently walked to them and then faced the glass, sipping on his coffee.
He noted the multiple burn marks on his hands as Tony sipped on his coffee, his hand trembling slightly.
"Thor is alive, by the way." Both he and Captain turned to Tony who nonchalantly delivered the news.
"Still working on locating Banner but if we know anything about the man, he's a fighter, he will be fine. Just need to find the man." Tony commented once more, his gaze intense as he looked at the injured form of Romanoff.
"How is he? Is he injured?" He asked, ready to call in on the best doctors they had on hand, and he hated how a part of him straightaway went to the fact that this would be the perfect opportunity to extract some genetic samples from the Asgardian Prince. Skin tissues, and more would be extremely coveted by the more unsavory scientific elements within SHIELD.
"Surprisingly No, actually. Aside from some obvious blunt force trauma, Point Break is alive and swinging. According to his own words, he should be up and about swinging his hammer in no time. He is on his way to the nearest Airstrip so he can be extracted."
"Send me the coordinates so we can arrange pickup for him."
"Already done."
"Thank you. Captain." He greeted both of them and then left the room, already on his comms to inform the Director about this new development.
"Director, Thor has been located. He is alive."
"So, it's true," The Director whispered on the other side. Before he could say anything else, orders swiftly came from the other end.
"Authorise a jet, bring him straight to the Ship. We need all the Avengers in one place when the time comes."
"Yes, sir."
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–Nicholas J. "One-eye scratched by Flerken" Fury–
His gaze bore into the phone in his hand, as if willing for it to burst into flames. It showed a Thor who was bruised and battered with his left hand in a sling, but overall fine. What little he knew about Asgardians told him that Thor would be fit and fine in little time. His hammer was still in that place, but they knew from experience that the thing was not in danger of being stolen anytime soon.
He was irritated at the information.
He was relieved about Thor and finding that he was alive and well, but he was so much irritated at the news since it basically confirmed what Weber told him.
Which meant that she could really track people planet wide. It was small mercies that, in her own words, she could only track signatures that were different from normal people so she could track all the enhanced people in the world, which was equally scary.
Knowing what he did about her ability to manipulate water from afar, it painted a really scary picture of one Samantha Weber.
It also told him that Loki was not going to be the one who won this war and yet, for some reason, instead of the absolute certainty bringing him joy, it only brought anxiety and stress.
Sighing, he looked at Barton who came out of the changing room, clad in his uniform.
"Ready?"
"With all due respect, for that bastard? Hell yeah." He smiled as his best agent re-armed himself.
"Good. We should be getting the news soon."
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