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You worked at shield and were personal assistant to Nick Fury, the current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was your job to anticipate his needs for the day and make sure every thing ran smoothly for him, which, of course, it never did. You were Fury's assistant for many years before you were transferred to assist Agent Phil Coulson with the recruitment of The Avengers Initiative. This is where you excelled. You would gather intel and put together for potential recruits files for Agent Coulson.
Coulson appreciated all the work you did for him. All the late nights, early mornings, and frequent all-nighters. He couldn't have asked for a better assistant. You went above and beyond as much as you could, so you wouldn't get transferred to a more boring position within the agency. So the day you got the email about being transferred again, you were shocked. You didn't understand why you were being transferred again, had you started to slack? Were you not pulling enough all-nighters? There were so many more thoughts that were going through your head as you made the long, torturous trek to Director Fury's office.
Once the elevator opened to the top floor, you saw Agent Coulson waiting by the elevator. He smiled at you once the doors opened and saw you.
“Agent (l/n), thank you for coming.” He smiled, stretching out his arm indicating the direction he wanted you to walk.
“Agent Coulson.” You replied, giving him a sad smile as you looked at him. As the two of you walked to Director Fury's office, you couldn't help but notice the spring in his step, the glimmer in his eyes, and the sheer giddiness he seemed to be trying to contain. Was he really that eager to get rid of you? You thought that the two of you worked well together and didn't understand why he was having you transferred. So, you decided to ask. You stopped and looked at your feet, trying to think of the best way to ask. He quickly noticed you were no longer walking beside him and stopped to look back at you.
“Agent ____, is everything all right?” he asked, concern written all over his face. You took a deep breath before replying.
“Why am I being transferred? Was I not doing a good enough job? Because if you tell me what I was doing wrong, I can work on it and do better! Please Phil, I don't want to be transferred! I really enjoy working with you and everything we do. I can be a better agent, just please, give me a second chance!” You pleaded, your voice was shaky, but there were no tears in your eyes.
“You think you're being transferred because you've done something wrong?” He asked, using your first name as well. The two of you had become good friends and you saw him more as a mentor and uncle than anything else.
You just nodded, avoiding making any kind of eye contact with him as he walked closer to you. You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle whatever it was, that he was about to say. Letting out a heavy sigh, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled.
“Believe me, if it was my choice, you wouldn't be transferred. I don't think this program would have been half as successful without all your help. This is less of a transfer and more like a promotion.” Your head jerked up at the mention of promotion, your eyes wide and not sure if you heard him right.
“A promotion?” you questioned.
“Yes, but, that's for Director Fury to tell you about. Whom we probably shouldn't keep waiting.”
“Right, lets go.” You chuckled, knowing how much Fury hated waiting, but how much Phil loved to make him wait at times.
The two of you quickly made inside Fury's office, where Fury was sitting behind his desk, trying to look busy with paperwork.
“Sir, Agent (l/n) is here for that meeting.” Phil announced once the two of you were standing in front of the desk.
Fury ignored the two of you for a few more minutes before setting his pen down and looking up at the both of you.
“Thank you for coming Agent (l/n), please have a seat.” Not waiting to be told a second time, you sat in one of the chairs opposite Fury's desk, as Phil sat in the other.
“I guess I didn't realize how much of my paper work you actually did and I'm sorry I ever transferred you to Agent Coulson. Who also tells me, that without your help on The Avengers Initiative, he doesn't believe he would have had any success. So I was quite surprised when he suggested you for this next assignment.”
“Assignment, sir?” you looked at him, the Coulson, then back to Fury with a look of pure confusion written across your features. Phil had just told you that if it were up to him, you wouldn't be transferring. Had he lied to you to make you feel better?
“Yes, but don't worry, you'll still be involved with The Avengers Initiative and will still be working with Phil, just more indirectly. Phil was very persistent that you were the only person capable of doing this particular assignment.” Now you really were confused and just wished Fury would stop beating around the bush.
“Sir?” You tried to question.
“I'm getting to the details, Agent (l/n).” He said, raising one hand to silence you, while the other handed you a folder.
You reached out slowly and took the file. Looking at the cover then back at the file. It had “Avengers Initiative” boldly stamped across the front of it. You looked at Phil, who gave you a nod, that smile still plastered across his face, before opening up the file and seeing an all to familiar photo and paperwork inside. It was familiar, because it was the first folder that you had put together.
Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.
“I don't understand, sir.”
“A few days ago, we found a plane crashed in the arctic. Inside that plane, was a man. A frozen man.” Fury started, watching your reaction intently.
Your eyes darted back to the folder in your hand and you began flipping through them, coming across the news article about Captain American crash landing somewhere in the arctic.
Fury gave a smug smile, seeing you come to the correct conclusion.
“Care to guess who we found inside that plane?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I still don't understand what that has to do with me? I mean, the man is dead, has been for the last seventy years.”
“See, that's where you're wrong. He isn't dead, far from it, actually.”
“He survived?!” You whispered, more asking yourself than Fury.
“Yes and he's going to need a lot of help transitioning to this time period. That's where you come in. You are going to help the Captain adjust.”
Looking at Phil, he was still smiling, and it clicked. Exactly why he had pushed so hard for you to be chosen, He was a huge Fan of the Captain and to have his assistant become the Captain's assistant, would be a huge honor for him.
“Don't worry, I've already negotiated a pay raise for you, (f/n). I've also managed to find a good sized apartment in a nice neighborhood, where the two of you will be living together. That's when your blood ran cold and the color drained from your face.
“We'll be living together?”
“Only temporarily. The man knows no one right now and Phil thinks having a friendly face around will help him transition a little easier.”
“But sir, I may not be the best choice for this. When I originally put his file together, I read about how shy he was around women, never really had any interaction with them, and when he did, he would clam up and get all shy. I think Phil would be much bet...” but, you were cut off before you could finish.
“No, you are the one who was chosen, and even if we could think of another person, it's too late now. He's awake and running through New York.” Fury said, looking at his watch, before getting up and running for the exit, you and Phil quickly following after giving each other a quick look of surprise.
You were very apprehensive about this new assignment, well, more so about having to live with the Captain. See, you had a secret. It's one you've kept your entire life, or at least since puberty, when your secret manifested. Your parents and closest friends never even knew about it.
You were a mutant, gifted with super strength and wings. Though your wings weren't like other mutants with wings. No, your's were unique to just you. You were able to “sheath” them in a way. If you didn't want to use them, or have them exposed, you were able to absorb them into your body. The only downside, was that all that mass had to go somewhere, and it did. It distributed itself evenly throughout your entire body as “extra baggage”. When you hid your wings, you were pleasantly plump, as one of your few remaining friends would say. This particular form of camouflage had it's ups and downs. The biggest up, if they were looking for your alter ego, you would never be suspected. She was thin and pretty and had wings, you were none of those.