Black op // the avengers · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The conference room in Avengers Tower was silent, save for the low hum of the holographic schematics floating above the table. Maps, security grids, and personnel files glowed in the dim light, casting shifting blue shadows on the faces gathered around it.

Maria Hill

We’ve run every simulation. Even with our combined skill sets, the extraction point is a chokehold. They’ll see us coming three blocks away.

Phil Coulson

The asset is too heavily guarded. Standard SHIELD protocols won’t apply here. This is a private, fortified Hydra cell. They’ve learned from past encounters.

Nick Fury

I’m aware of the tactical assessment, Coulson.

Fury stood apart from the table, his back to the panoramic view of New York. He hadn’t touched the files. He’d been staring at the encrypted burner phone in his hand for the last five minutes.

Tony Stark

So, what’s the play, Nick? We’re brainstorming in circles here. Do we send in a ghost? Because last I checked, we’re all a little too… visible.

Nick Fury

There’s one ghost. Reliable. Deniable. And not on any known Hydra watchlist.

Steve Rogers

Who?

Fury finally turned. His single eye swept the room, landing on each Avenger in turn. He let out a slow breath, the sound heavy in the quiet room.

Nick Fury

My daughter.