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9:20: Helicarrier Command Center

Yao leaned against the wall observing the former CEO of Stark Enterprises. So far he was rather unimpressed, and almost disappointed. Stark had dark circles under his eyes and wore a crumpled t-shirt. He held himself in arrogantly regardless, and was too pig headed to interact with others in a civil manner. From what Yao had seen so far it seemed as though the genius Tony Stark was ridiculously over hyped.

The Chinese businessman decided to refrain judgment on that when he noticed how stiff Stark was. Despite his unprofessional air and relaxed appearance he was on guard and ready to strike on a moments notice. Yao frowned at the man's back and yawned. Despite how many layers Stark's personality might have; he was still annoyingly childish.

The billionaire was bickering with Arthur and Fury. It was every man for himself and rather senseless. Thor had recognized this and laughed, only to have an insult thrown his way. He'd thrown back an insult of his own, only to be verbally assaulted by Arthur and Stark. Yao was slightly surprised that Francis wasn't involved, though he saw why seconds later when a feral hiss caught his attention.

Agent Natasha Romanov was hunched in on herself and glaring in a disgusted and violated manner towards Francis. Yao sighed and rubbed his eye, he should've expected that form Francis. It didn't take long for that to branch off into an argument of it's own, though it wasn't nearly as obnoxiously loud as the other.

Dr. Banner had half heartedly tried to get them to stop. He realized rather quickly that it was a futile effort and stopped. He had no good reason to get into a fight, and he'd really like to avoid another incident. The Captain had been helping him. He, unlike Banner, was rather chivalrous and stubborn. It was uncommon these days and it was nice to see, but Yao didn't really care at the moment. The noise he was making was much to annoying.

The Captain had tried to placate both Natasha and the larger quarreling group by alternating between them, and he had failed quite miserably. His valiant efforts had lead to his own frustration and the bridging of two separate arguments, as well as a significant rise in the noise level.

"DAMN FROG!"

Yao hadn't really paid much attention to Ivan during this exchange, as he was silent throughout its entirety, surprisingly.

Yao slumped against the wall and grumbled. "Do they have to be so damn loud –aru?" The Chinese man yawned and tried to stifle his irritation. I feel so old –aru. He failed to stifle his irritation as it grew and chose to funnel it's self onto Fury. The anger it erupted into was senseless and rather primitive. In an act of thoughtless irritation he took a step towards Fury, closed his eyes, and put a hand in his pocket.

Click. Yao's presence demanded attention, with surprising speed for someone as tired as himself; Yao had pulled out a gun and aimed in flawlessly at the Director's head. For a moment, no one moved. Stark's eyes were wide, Banner was much the same, and the Captain was defensive. He was a good soldier. Thor and Natasha Romanov were instantly on guard like the Captain. The agents in the room took half a second more to react. That half a second could be deadly. Yao assessed, and glared at Fury, pouring his frustration into the look, who met his gaze with his usual look.

Yao locked himself in place; years and years of experience told him he was being stupid, though not as stupid as he could be. He'd done much, much stupider things. The thought of that made him wince. The Allies gave him confused looks, but they didn't last long. They settled into cold indifference once they realized what was happening. After all, it had happened before.

He relaxed abruptly after holding his position for a minute, and pocketed his handgun with a well-practiced flick of his wrist. He walked to the conference table and pulled out a chair. He sat himself down and leaned against his hand. The guns followed his every move.

"Lets act civilized -aru." He grumbled and crossed his arms. The businessman sighed and closed his eyes for a second. The agents lowered their weapons, slowly. Everyone waited.

"Mon ami is asleep." Francis announced to the silent command center, a thoughtful look in his eyes. It's rather out of character for him…

9:15 AM: random S.H.E.I.L.D jet, flying towards New York

Alfred groaned and cracked open one of his sky blue eyes. Damn… Alfred hated sedatives, he really did. They always give me weird amounts. S.H.E.I.L.D never had figured out just how much was enough to just knock him out. It was always too little and it made him hazy, or too much and it knocked him out for a really long time. And that one time they gave him that weird enhanced one that made him hallucinate…

Alfred hazily looked around his hazy environment and tried to sit up. He immediately felt a searing pain in his back. He groaned and lay back down. He waited for a moment, before easing himself up and grouping for his glasses. It took several minutes for some agent to take pity on him and toss him the glasses. Alfred gave him a cheery grin and decided to ignore the gash on the agents face. How much damage did I cause? Ah well…

Alfred leaned forward once he could see and felt his body ache. He supposed it was partially his own fault, especially the ache in his head, but still.

Owww… Damn it. S.H.E.I.L.D really never had been good at giving him appropriate amounts of sedatives.

Alfred made a fist and flexed his fingers. He wiggled his toes and stretched out his arms, trying to regain feeling in them. The blonde let out a loud yawn, which garnered him some odd looks from the agents aboard, but no one said a thing. He cracked his neck and his fingers before springing to his feet.

The agents all tensed when he did that, as if expecting another assault, though Alfred didn't notice. He was far to busy regretting moving like that.

Nausea washed over him and his head spun. His face turned blue and he felt the blood drain form his face. He immediately sat back down, stiff as a board. Well that was stupid… Alfred curled into the fetal position rocking slightly and hoping that the nausea would pass, he found himself smiling again when it did. The actor uncurled himself and stretched again. He glanced around the room and assessed what he was up against, deciding that he was out of practice enough that he shouldn't try and take over, he smiled at his 'captors.'

I might as well be nice… for now, even if they are dragging me into Hell. The blonde's stomach chose that moment to let out a ferocious growl and garner the full attention of everyone on the little jet. Crocodile tears sprang into the corners of his eyes as he mournfully remembered his would be hamburger breakfast. It felt so very far away.

He turned to the nearest agent in the little jet and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Hey dude," The agent looked surprised, and though he tried to hide it, a little scared. "Do ya guys have anything to eat?" The agents all slowly turned to face him with looks of disbelief and confusion written on their faces. Is this really the right guy?

9:25 AM: Helicarrier, conference room.

Yao had woken up with an utterly violated and confused look marring his face. It'd quickly cleared however, once he'd fully woken up from his brief nap. That had been several minutes ago, Fury had decided it was best if he spoke to the teams in one of the conference rooms, rather than in the command center. They'd relocated quickly and had fallen silent waiting for Fury to explain.

Except for Tony, who wasn't exactly willing to wait. "Why're they here anyway?"

Fury glared at him with his one eye. "The Allied powers were summoned because we are facing a threat bigger than Loki and the tesseract." The reaction was instantaneous.

"What?" Exclamations of disbelief, and for some anger. "So we're not enough, how weak do you think we are?" Fury waited and locked eyes with the only silent person in the room. Ivan.

"Care to explain, Braginski?" Everyone went silent, and swiveled their heads towards Ivan.

"Nyet." His eyes glazed over with a distant, melancholy look. The Director didn't appear happy with the response, but began to speak no the less.

"The threat we are facing is powerful enough to manipulate Loki and whatever army he may have." Thor looked like he was going to day something. "Whatever it is, it is extremely powerful, much stronger than-"

"So you don't know what it is?" Tony looked rather indignant.

"Of course he doesn't." The Avengers and Allies turned to face the door, and shock flickered in the Allies, and Tony's, eyes. A battered, slightly bloody form stood in the doorway, holding himself with confidence and immense anger. He fixed his blue eyes on Fury. "You bastard."

"Al." Arthur whispered, mostly to himself.

"Agent Jones." Alfred fixed Fury with a cold angry glare.

"Director Fury." The famous actor mocked. To Tony, no of this made any sense. He'd met Alfred F. Jones at some party years ago, and he'd seemed like the typical actor. Not nearly as much as he was made out to be. The world is a small place.

"You haven't changed."

"Neither have you, you're still an uptight asshole who thinks he can play with people's lives and have them go play soldier on a whim. We're not heroes any more Fury, and I don't feel like we ever were. We were done, I thought I'd made that clear." Alfred was seething. He wanted nothing to do with this goddamned hero business.

Fury gave the former agent an emotionless stare and, keeping his eyes trained on him. "We don't know quite what it is, but we have reason to believe that it is a threat. A bigger threat than Loki, or anything else this world has to offer. And we have very good reason to believe, Agent Jones, that it is directly linked to you, and your team." Unmasked fear shown in the Allies eyes at Fury's words.

"Then you want no part in it." Francis informed, sounding weary and almost bitter.

"So you know what the threat is?" The Captain asked, somewhat confused.

"How the hell would you know when S.H.E.I.L.D doesn't have a clue? Sure they're useless assholes most of the time, but they're information is reliable." Tony was bewildered. When Fury had introduced the Allies the billionaire had questions, sure. Now Alfred F. Jones had been thrown into the picture, leaving him confused and admittedly curious.

None of the Allies bothered to answer, or give a sign that they'd heard them. Silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating,

"It is not your problem, da?" Ivan smiled, emitting his horrifying aura. Matthew didn't like it when I did this either…

"You made it our problem years ago." Fury retorted.

"Stop fooling yourself, director. If you hadn't dragged us into this you know that they wouldn't have cared the least bit about causing the World any harm. Yao nodded distantly in agreement, seeming lost in thought.

"You made it our problem director." Alfred spat. Ignoring Arthur. "You sent us on that mission, you did it all. Even though you knew, you had to know! It was a god damned suicide mission that you sent us on Director. It's your own damn fault for having inadequate information."

Fury remained silent, meeting Alfred's glare with his own, somewhat detached one. Arthur was staring at Alfred, like he was possessed. In a way, it was like he was. Possessed by a vengeful spirit. The Avengers felt distinctly uncomfortable. They had an awful feeling that they shouldn't be there. They were witnessing something they shouldn't, and none of them were comfortable with it.

No one said a thing for a while after that. Finally, Fury dismissed them. The Avengers were the first to leave; Tony and Banner went down to the labs while the others went about whatever duties they had. Yao left, and was followed by Ivan, who turned down the hallway and walked off alone. Francis looked like he was waiting for something, but he quickly left as well. Figuring he'd go find someone to talk to.

Alfred and Arthur were left alone. Alfred had his back to Arthur, as he had since he'd come in.

"Al?" Arthur asked tentatively.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Alfred whispered, as he wrapped his arms around himself, trembling. He didn't want to be here anymore. I don't wanna see Iggy.

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