Enter the Den ~ Owl

Enter the Den ~ Owl

Before the Read:

'''May Contain Mature Content. Nothing too bad.'''

This is just a simple story about one girl coming to S.H.I.E.L.D and turning it upside down again and again- maybe a bit of romance as well! Involves the following characters:

Adoptables, OCs.

Enjoy!

It was a fine day. Not one of those shitty, every-cartoon-you-see days, but a nice day. It was somewhat sunny, with some thin, wispy clouds in the sky, floating around like they didn't give two fucks what you thought about their shape and size- like those scene girls who think they're all that and a bag of chips. Emma grinned and closed the door to her Acura NSX, locking it as she stepped onto the sidewalk. A few of the agents looked her up and down and whistled, and she promptly flipped them the bird as she walked into S.H.I.E.L.D. She took a deep breath, and quickly aqquired the positions of the exits and windows in the building, noting the bullet proof glass on each window, and the steel-infused doors that she entered through, and their matching pairs all around her.

"Ah, Ms. Ryder," a tall, older man looked at her. "We were expecting you later today." he held out her hand, and she shook it firmly.

"I had a bit of free time, might as well get to know my comrades a bit early. Oh- and call me Emma, please." Emma tried to sound nice, and then looked around. "Could you point me in the direction of the Avengers Initiative Room?" the agent smiled sympathetically at her.

"Twentieth floor, the room should be obvious." he said calmly, then left her to get there on her own. Emma later learned she had spoken to Phil Coulson, one of the agents who dealed with the Avengers, but she occupied herself currently to geting up there. She quickly flashed herself up to the room, and got plowed over as Steve Rogers knocked her over, but rolled so she landed on top of him.

"So sorry," he apologized as she stood up, obviously flustered. "We were uh.. Throwing stuff.." he reached for a football, and stood up after he had it gripped in his hand. Emma smiled, fixing her hair again.

"That's okay... I guess I should of flashed in closer to the elevator," she said, looking around. "Who's 'we'?" Steve pointed.

"Thor's down the hall, Clint's hiding somewhere, and I think Stark's working on something with Banner.." he explained, looking at her, then throwing the football to the waiting Thor, who fumbled to catch it.

to be continued..