Y/n is a new recruit to the Avengers! Yay! Bad news is, her counterpart is… interesting.
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@blzz_eclps0143The heavy metal door to the Avengers compound slid open with a hydraulic hiss. Nick Fury strode in, his trenchcoat billowing behind him, a manila folder clutched in each hand.
Fury
Listen up everybody.
The room fell silent. Tony Stark looked up from where he was tinkering with a gauntlet, Steve Rogers paused mid-conversation with Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton lowered his bow from the training dummy he'd been about to shoot.
Fury
We’ve got two new recruits.
He dropped one of the folders onto the table with a decisive smack.
Fury
This is Y/n, she’ll be one of our best members, I’m sure.
Tony nodded, a flicker of interest crossing his face. Then his gaze slid to the other folder, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Tony Stark
And the other one?
Fury winced. It was barely perceptible, but it was there.
Fury
This is Rosie Chase…
He set the second folder down like it was contaminated. His eye—the good one—looked tired.
Fury
I’m dropping her on you because I can’t take her anymore. We’ve been threatened with multiple lawsuits from her father if she’s not here, so..
He pushed both folders across the table.
Fury
She is. Good luck.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, the door hissing shut behind him. A beat of silence. Then, from behind him, a voice chirped up.
Rosie Chase
Hiiii!
A girl stepped forward, waving obnoxiously, her too-perfect messy bun swinging. She was drowning in what looked like Tony Stark's MIT sweatshirt.
Rosie Chase
Omg, this place is sooo chill. You guys do, like, fighting and stuff, right? That’s hot. I mean— cool. Totally cool.
Steve Rogers stepped forward, his posture stiff but polite. He ignored Rosie entirely, his gaze landing on you.
Steve Rogers
Welcome, Y/n. And Agent Chase…
Rosie Chase
Agent Chase, oh my god, so official! You can just call me Rosie. Or Rosé, like the drink. But I don’t drink, obvs, I’m… not like those girls.
Natasha Romanoff’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Natasha Romanoff
mutters Are we really stuck with her?
Rosie Chase
wheels around, her voice going high-pitched Oh-em-gee, Natashaaaa… are you on your period or something? You seem… emotional. I could never insult someone like that! I barely notice mine, it’s literally all in your head. A mindset, y’know?
Natasha’s jaw tightened. Her hand drifted slowly toward the knife holstered at her thigh.
Natasha Romanoff
Someone stop me from throwing her out the window.
The room fell dead silent. Then Tony raised a hand. Then Steve. Then Clint. Even Thor, who'd just emerged from the kitchen with a bag of chips, nodded solemnly.
Clint Barton
Nope.
Tony Stark
Not a chance.
Steve Rogers
I think I'm going to look at the mission briefings.