Happiness in misery [Avengers]

Don't threaten me with a new recruit.

"Only if you do. So, Agent Barton will you do me the favour of escorting your friend outside, I believe we have come to the conclusion she does not have the abilities to join." Fury waves us off with his hand and Clint starts to get up, disappointment riddling his face.

I start to go but then I let go of Clint's hand and turns around facing the director. "Excuse me?" I then let the plant flow through me and very quickly both of the director's hands are wrapped around green leaves, stopping him from working.

"I think I qualify, thank you very much." I more my wrist in slow circles, tightening the grip as he attempts the pull himself free.

"I knew so too. Now would you let me go?" Fury says and smirks at him, assessing the plant back to his place. Clint is next to me grinning like an idiot, giving me two thumbs up.

I tilt my head and smile at the director. "You expected me to do that."

"I was fairly certain you would." He gets up from his chair, walking towards us, his long black coat waving behind him. "Welcome to the team, I hope you're ready to begin your training." He extends his hand to me and I shake it with delight. This was gonna be fun. 

|30th of February 2009|

I angrily stuffed my suit into my black leather backpack, small tears trickling down my face. It was a hard decision but it had to be made, I don't deserve a second chance. Not after what I had done, not now, not ever.

"Demetria sit down." I hear Fury's voice boom behind me, and I glance his way. He looked more disappointed than angry, and that scared me even more. Over the last two years I had grown very attached to Fury, he was scary sure, but he was also the best mentor I could have asked for. He guided me, he helped me control my powers and he always pushed me forward, even when I thought I couldn't, when even Clint thought it was too far, he kept pushing, Fury was the best mentor I could have asked for and in the chain of people I admire, he's right below my dad.

I sat down on my bed, tapping my fingers against my jeans. I swallowed hard and avoided looking at him in the eye, glancing down instead.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He asked, authority rising in his voice.

"Home, far away from here." I answer simply, waiting for his permission to continue to pack.

"And why would you think I'd let you do that? Do you know a number of texts and emails I had to read from Barton? He stood outside my goddamned door for 5 hours to talk to me about you so I'm going to ask again, where the hell do you think you're going?"

I sighed, running my hand through my hair, and finally looking at him. "I can't continue in here Fury, not after what I did. I'm not- I'm not a good role model and you can't make an exception for me, I'm not special and I don't want to be seen that way ok? I'm going back home, to the circus." I finally get up walking past him to my desk, grabbing the most important things like pictures and notebooks.

"I'm not creating an excuse, I'm ensuring one of our top agents continues on the field." I put it plainly, his hand behind his back.

"I don't deserve it. I'm a liability." I look at him, giving him a soft smile and swinging my backpack over my shoulders.

"We'll keep in contact, I'll call you in if we need you Barton may have Romanoff now, but you're still needed." He starts to walk towards the door, casting one last glance my way.

"That's fair." He nods at me, a smile gracing his lips for a mere second as he unlocks de door and leaves.

However, before I can do a final check on my room and collect my thoughts, I'm tackled by a very muscly, quite tall man. Clint. He hugs me tightly and I hug him back without hesitation, burying my face in his neck.

"I'm not going to beg you to stay, but I'm going to bed you not to leave me." He says into my hair, and feel his breath on my neck.

"Never. Hawkguy and the acrobat, right?" I smile, laughing lightly as I let my arms drop to my side.

"Of course." Clint does not get the message and continues to hug me as if I'm going away forever. "You know I forgive you right? It's not your fault."

"I know." I lift my head, glancing at the red-haired girl standing somewhat awkwardly in the corner of the room. I shoved Clint aside, using my elbow to indicate for him to let me go. When he finally does I give Natasha a small hug as well.

"Прощай" Natasha says, which from my few Russian classes I can roughly translate to 'farewell'. I let my hand slip into my back pocket and I place a small pocket knife with the word 'first' engraved on it on her hand. My dad had given it to me when I started practising knife-throwing, I always kept it both for sentimental porpuses and emergency porpuses. She smiles at me and I smile back, hoping to see her again soon.

Soon for both of them. Just not so soon.

Soon enough.