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2o.| MORALS.

JAMES HAD DONE A FEW FINAL TOUCHES ON THE UPDATED FILE FOR THE AVENGERS INITIATIVE. He didn't really have a lot to do, seeing as a good chunk of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been sent out to one of S.H.I.E.L.D's lesser-known bases. Nick Fury had made an emergency page as he himself made his way there, and asked James Stark to stay behind and keep the other agents in line. Not just the agents, but also the Avengers Initiative candidates that were staying on base. He wasn't the type of person for babysitting unless you counted babysitting a very drunk Tony Stark, which he didn't.

His hands were intertwined as he sat in the office chair, his eyes narrowing in on the case file about the power source that S.H.I.E.L.D had been experimenting with recently. The blue power cube that was known as the Tesseract; one of the most powerful sources of energy that was known in the universe, as of that moment. James only knew about it because it was his father that had fished the object out of the ocean during his search for Steve and Charlotte Rogers. He had failed to locate them, but he had found the one energy source that the Red Skull used way back when.

The man clicked through the file over and over again, hoping to find something new about it sooner or later. His tired eyes struggled to stay open as he stared at the screen, rubbing his eyes every once and a while in attempts to stay awake. James let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, before glancing at his phone.

There was part of him that wanted to call Nick Fury and see what he needed to do or see if there was anything that he could do. But James knew that Nick Fury would only tell him to stay where he was in case he needed to be the first person to reach out to the heroes. He didn't want to be that person, of course, but he couldn't go against a direct order.

In the corridor behind him, Nathaniel Hyde stood in the hall, glimpsing in to see the younger Stark in the room alone. The Clairvoyant slipped his hands into his pockets, before approaching the door into the lab, knocking his fist against the door as he entered. James lifted his chin to meet the gaze of the other man, before giving him a small nod.

"Didn't think you'd be up this late. You always would scold us about staying up too late when sleep was essential to being a quality agent," James let out a low chuckle at the Clairvoyant's comment, running his hands together as he sat there. Nathaniel pressed his lips together, seeing that there was something obviously bothering the man in front of him. He approached the other agent, pulling out the chair and taking a seat, eyeing him down as the two of them sat there. "What's bothering you, James?"

"I don't know," James replied to him with a deep breath, shaking his head for a short moment, before his eyes landed on the computer in front of him. He caressed his chin as he stared at the screen in front of him, that still held the file image of the Tesseract. Nathaniel glanced at the screen for a few seconds, before pressing his lips together. "There's just something about Fury leaving so abruptly that has me . . . concerned. I know I shouldn't be concerned, knowing that Nick is very capable of handling drastic situations by himself, but . . . "

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