Well I run to the rock, please hide me... Characters: Nick, Wanda, OT Tony, Pietro Setting: SHIELD HQ Content: Nada Summary: Nick and Wanda have a weird version of "Bring Your Child to Work Day" then Tony whisks Wanda away to Guatemala like he does?, and Tony confronts Pietro.
At four forty-five in the morning Nick's cell phone rang. He was in the midst of shaving and so he stared at his reflection for a moment, electric razor held aloft, before he went into the other room to answer. His eyebrows rose when he saw the caller id and he was somewhat gruff as he answered, voice still slightly heavy with sleep. "Yeah?"
"Good morning, sunshine, you awake yet?" Wanda's voice asked brightly over the line and Nick frowned. She sounded far too coherent for so early. Then he heard her yawn.
"Of course. What's up?" he queried and that was when Wanda proposed that he take her to work with him. Immediately, he said no. But- she protested- she was going crazier (he laughed out loud at that) and was in turn driving Pietro absolutely mad.
"He says I'm annoying, wants some time to himself," she explained and Fury could just hear the pout in her voice.
"Yeah, and now you're annoying me, I need to get ready for work," he said, but he didn't hang up. He brought the phone into the bathroom with him, put it on speaker, continued to shave while she kept talking.
"Please?" she begged, "It'll be like 'bring your daughter to work day' only, 'bring your suspended-mental-ex-criminal-turned-super-heroine to work day'. Nick, please."
Finished shaving, Nick set about getting dressed, contemplating her request. "How do you suppose we'd pull it off? I can't exactly walk you in," he pointed out.
"I can teleport from the car into your office," Wanda replied, "And I don't intend to wander about or anything like that. I can help you do... well, whatever it is you actually do all day."
Fury rolled his eyes and buckled his belt then began pulling on his boots. "And you'll behave yourself?" Nick challenged, just like a scolding father.
"I promise I'll behave, and if anyone comes in to kill me, you can totally shoot them in the face!" Wanda sounded ridiculously happy, as though giving him permission to shoot someone in the face was supposed to make him as pleased as it apparently made her. On some level, it did. At least, he laughed, and remembered to strap on the gun he always kept in a shoulder holster.
"I'll pick you up at five-thirty. Tell Steve what's going on. And try to go incognito." He hung up then and continued getting ready. This was probably rather ill-advised, but he still felt bad about the whole situation and he'd overreacted slightly to the incident on Friday. He wanted to make it up to her somehow and having her in his office with him let her have a change of scenery without the danger of being out in public. He also suspected that if he said no she would just go off on her own again. He understood her predicament, realized that she was not acting out just to act out. She was twenty-five years old, after all, not a child. She was also not an idiot, Fury knew, and the point she always made to him- that she could take care of herself- was certainly true. The problem, and the fact which she seemed to refuse to accept, was that she seemed unable to protect herself from Magneto and it was Magneto they were trying to keep her safe from.
Still, she would be safer with him for a day than she was on the helicarrier and, with these security systems, much safer than in Steve's apartment. Steve's apartment was only safe for the twins by virtue of the fact that Magneto did not know they were there. The place probably couldn't stand up to an attack. The new S.H.I.E.L.D. building, however, was definitely better protected than any other in the city except perhaps the Baxter Building. That was one of the few advantages to putting up with fucking Stark.
Fury finished dressing, pulled on his coat, and headed out into the ungodly early morning. A light rain sprinkled his windshield when he pulled up to Steve's and called Wanda. Two minutes later she was sliding into the passenger seat, wearing a black light trench coat and a matching black fedora. He chuckled when she slipped on a pair of sunglasses despite the darkness outside and she grinned round at him.
"You look surprisingly fresh for five-thirty in the morning," she remarked.
"So do you," he answered, shifting the the car into gear and pulled into the street. After a stop to pick up breakfast and coffee at her behest they made it to the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and Fury stopped just outside the garage. He pulled out his phone and remotely turned on the light and turned off the security system in his office then pointed at the building in the darkness of the morning to the now lighted window.
"Can you make it up there?" he questioned and Wanda nodded. In a flash of red light she was gone. Fury took his time getting up to his office, chatting with the security guard in the garage, saying hello to the few souls already in the hallways at this hour. It was five-fifty, and his secretary was not in yet. With Wanda as his guest for the day, no one but Stark or Rogers would be allowed into his office.
When he got upstairs Wanda was sitting behind his desk, hand resting on her chin, waiting for him, He motioned for her to get up and she moved to sit on the floor and eat her breakfast.
"So, how are you going to entertain me?" Wanda asked, flashing him a grin. Fury shook his head and ignored her. He had a stack of paperwork to attend to.