Hello! Here is chapter 4 of Avenge or Die! Here come the avengers! Yay! I'm using too many exclamation points! I'm going to stop now!

Ch 4

"… and then he just shows up at the crime scene! He climbed in the window, Tasha! Yes, the window. I mean, why in hell would you sneak in to a crime scene? I'm just baffled!" Fiona stormed down the street, phone in hand, and her boots slapping against the rainy sidewalk.

"Don't you think you're overreacting? Maybe Scotland Yard should be helping. It seems right, considering it's their country at risk." Natasha Romanov's voice crackled through the phone.

"That's the thing. He doesn't work for Scotland Yard! He's a 'consulting detective'. He made that up, you know."

"Ok. Fiona, just calm down and take a deep breath."

Fiona slowed down a bit and relaxed her grip on the phone. After breathing in and out several times, she spoke again.

"Alright, I'm better now. I'll continue on a more civilized level. Do you know if they're sending anyone out here to do any tests?"

"I think Banner is leaving tonight, and Rodgers might go with him. He hasn't been to London in seventy-something years, so that should be good for him."

"What about Thor? Have we managed to get in contact with Asgard?" Fiona lowered her voice as a group of pedestrians passed.

"There's no sign of any more disturbances, but he could be on Loki's tail already. You never know with gods."

"That's true. I have to go, but I'll talk to you later. Can you have Fury send you here? I'm going insane."

"I'll try, but I can't promise much. They have a ton of agents who are still on vacation, so it's been really busy around here."

"Alright, I'm going sightseeing for an hour or two. Bye."

"Talk to you later." Fiona hung up the phone and stuck it in her back pocket. This was defiantly the most interesting holiday she had ever been on.

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Fiona was a proper tourist for the next hour and a half. She posed in front of Big Ben and asked a passerby to take her picture. Next she stood outside Buckingham palace, gaping at the structure and snapping more photos than she could count. It wasn't that she needed the pictures or the souvenirs, but she needed to focus before she was thrown head first in to a case. She had been planning on a relaxing, if not dull, vacation, and although her work suited her better, she had to snap out of civilian mode.

She took the tube to her hotel, and upon reaching the door of her room, stopped dead in her tracks. Her luggage was gone, the beds were stripped clean, and the blinds were drawn shut. Fiona sighed and rubbed her temples, fighting the urge to scream. Biting her lip, she sat on the bare bed, before realizing it wasn't bare. A crisp white envelope with the SHIELD logo across the front was to her right, in between where the two pillows had been. Fiona dragged it towards herself half-heartedly, and tore it open. A scrap of paper fluttered out, with one word scrawled in cursive.

Embassy

Fiona silently cursed Nick Fury. She stood up, planning to walk in to the US Embassy and confront him. A SHIELD agent could quit, or be dishonorably discharged from service, but in fear of blackmail on the agency's part, they could not be fired. She walked calmly out of the room, patting her pockets to see everything was there, but inside, she was boiling. Over and over, her speech ran through her head, running circles, jumping and trampling other smaller thoughts. She didn't even really know where the embassy was, but she was too mad to care.

Fiona found the embassy within the hour. After showing her at the front desk, she was shown in to a closet, that was in fact, an elevator. An extremely large bald man with an earpiece and a suit stepped in with her. He slid a cardboard box over, pulled a panel on the floor open, and stepped on a red button that had been hidden. Fiona felt her stomach drop as the elevator groaned and moved downward at a slightly sickening pace. This went on for nearly a minute, with the bald man standing unmoving in the corner, and Fiona drumming her fingers on a handrail. She was grazing through her speech one last time when the grating noise stopped and the door open. Stepping out, she noticed Fury with his back turned, having a very animated conversation with someone. She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. But he spoke first.

"Agent Dagger. I would like to introduce you to Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. But I've you've already met."

Sherlock grinned slyly and wiggled his fingers at her in mock greeting. John cleared his throat and mouthed sorry at her.

"You- you're the guy from…" she turned to Fury "You're kidding right? Why the hell is he here?"

"Mr. Holmes has offered to help us track down Loki. Although he is entirely skeptical that we are searching for a Norse god, he's still the best man for the job. "

"Sherlock, please." He said, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"You'll be assisting Sherlock in his search. Whatever he needs as far as equipment, you will provide. You'll also be helping Romanov with keeping the media silent."

"I have to work with this clown!? What are his qualifications?"

"Oh no." John muttered.

"Well, I know that you're 26 years old, living alone in a condo in Washington D.C. You have a brown and white terrier that you've left with your older sister for your trip to London. Your favorite color is purple, you have naturally curly hair, even though it is straightened within an inch of its life at present, and you paint in your little spare time. You also have anger management issues. They are not that prominent, but you did tase me."

"How on earth did you know that?" Fiona asked, with her jaw hanging.

"I'm highly qualified."