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Agent Sitwell wasn't paid nearly enough to deal with this shit.
Since the battle of New York, and Agent Coulson’s death, he had been chosen as a ‘temporary’ handler for the Avengers.
Well 'handler' was a loose term. An over glorified nanny would be more accurate. He had been stuck for the past two months keeping track of the Avengers who were loosely scattered over the world. And was also tasked with covering their asses with the WSC who did not want a group of ‘super powered renegades’ to run free and wanted them to be ‘kept under secure observation’.Only director Fury’s subtle threats and Tony Stark’s not so subtle threats had ensured that each member of the Avengers were not locked up in a secure government facility.
But still it was Sitwell’s responsibility to keep any reports about the Avengers’ activities out of the public eye and under the radar. It had helped that the newly formed team hadn’t stuck around in New York after the battle and Fury had been successful in getting them out.
Banner, for once, was not a PR nightmare and there had been no sightings of a big green rage monster in remote parts of the world that SHIELD had to cover up. Tony had kept Banner and himself out of the public eye which was no mean feat. Widow and Hawkeye had gone on vacation to an undisclosed location and Thor was off the planet. That left Steven Rogers who had taken to traveling across the country on a motorcycle. His identity was not a problem as his face hadn’t been visible on any of the pictures that had emerged of the battle. But still it wasn’t as if his identity wasn’t known to a few agencies, dangerous agencies, who would stop at nothing to get their hands on the captain and hence on the serum. That meant that the Captain’s security was a big deal and SHIELD had to keep a round the clock security detail on him. One that he wasn’t aware of ofcourse. But Sitwell was pretty sure that the captain knew he was being watched and tolerated the tail as long as the didn't get too close.
The security of all the Avengers and their HQ, Stark Tower was also on his list. He was tasked with keeping the place the avengers had assigned as their base of operations, and what would be their living place as soon as all of them returned from wherever they were scattered, a highly secure place while it underwent repairs. All the repairs had been completed save for the solitary A that still stood on the top of the tower, as per Tony’s very specific instructions.
“Avengers tower huh? Well nothing says come attack me to all those super powered freaks out there like a big blue beacon.” Jasper sighed taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes that hurt after staring at his screen for too long.
The telephone on his desk rang. It was a secure line direct to the Director. Sitwell took a deep breath before picking up the phone.
“Agent Sitwell speaking.”
“He’s back.” came the Director’s gravelly voice.
“Sir?”
“Stark is back. Somehow the good doctor is still with him. I was sure Banner would have left by now. How Stark managed to make him stay is a mystery. Their helicopter just landed. Widow and Hawkeye have been informed and will be returning tomorrow. I imagine the good Captain wouldn’t be far behind. I want all of them to be debriefed first thing tomorrow. Their little vacation has gone on long enough. I want to know the status of each team member and the viability of this experiment. Evaluate each member and submit profiles detailing their interactions in a unit.”
“Uh Sir, I-”
“I want it done.” And the line went dead.
Jasper stared at the phone in his hand sighed and placed it back.
“Great. Just what I need.”
With that he got up to get himself coffee to fuel another long night of paper work.
He would go and meet the newly returned avengers tomorrow, although he certainly wasn't looking forward to it.
"More chaos." he muttered morosely. "Joy."