At some point I'm going to rewrite each chapter because this writing sucks, and I am embarrassed to claim it.

For now, however, I'm going to post a couple short chapters and suggest you take a look into my newest posting Women Who Aren't Maria Hill and the Men Who Know This which involves much, much better prose and quicker updates.

Love Always,

Jane

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Recently: Fury gets mad, Hill tries to smooth things over, Tony is annoyingly unhelpful, Parker gets into places she isn't allowed and they all want to kick Loki's butt.

Natasha Romanoff came into the command center, jabbering in what might have been Dutch into her phone, which was pinned between her shoulder and ear. Her hands were poking at a tablet which she shoved at Maria Hill before finishing her call and tossing the phone at Stark.

Stark was engrossed in his phone and, therefore, hers hit him squarely on the nose.

While he mumbled and grumbled about abusive teammates, Parker stole a glance over his shoulder and watched as he worked on Natasha's phone. She lost interest quickly though, and slinked over to where Hill, Fury and Natasha were conferencing quietly.

"... have anymore time to waste, Loki's going to figure out that I'm not a double agent and he's going to kill them all and leave us only their bodies."

"We don't have the resources for anything else."

Parker sighed.

Heads snapped over to stare.

"Hi, yes, I can help, my name's Parker and I have a team." She finished with a decisive nod.

"You are not here because we want you and your little rag-tag team to help," Fury growled, "you're here because we don't want you trying to fix this on your own."

Parker was incredibly unimpressed. Natasha noticed. Clint, who had slunk in (unnoticed by most) only moments ago, took his cue from Natasha's face and slunk back out. Hill winced. Fury seemed to realize that, for once in a long while, he had misspoken. So he glared. Parker glared back.

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sorry