Track 2 - Mad Season by Matchbox 20
Disclaimer - I own neither BtVS or Avengers.
Dawn woke up in a hospital bed wearing a soft cotton shirt and drawstring shorts, neither of which were hers. She was attached to a banana bag and IV that probably involved pain medication since she felt that funny fuzzy feeling that meant her skin was numb at the moment. The hole in her side had been patched and all of the other bumps and bruises and scratches had been cleaned up as well. She didn’t know why she needed a cast but her right forearm was encased in one, too bad she hadn’t been conscious enough to ask for one of the awesome lime green ones.
Dawn’s eyes carefully inspected the room, her weapons and bag were not there. So either she had lost them all, which would be terrible in the case of the sais since she’d had them for so long, or she wasn’t allowed to have her personal effects which would be all kinds of bad. Not the least of which was because her phone had been in that bag and no one would be able to get hold of her.
“You’re awake, good.” A large man in an eye patch was standing in the doorway. His head was bald, his goatee was neat and his black leather jacket was concealing at least 2 guns. She sat up and winced a bit as her side sent a jolt of pain.
“I’d say don’t do that but your file tells me there wouldn’t be much of a point.” The man continued. “No one in the WIC board seems to like being told what to do.” He stepped into the room and settled down in a chair beside her.
“Good call Black Beard.” Dawn retorted instantly, still sitting up and adjusting her own pillows. “Where are my things?” He pointed toward a closed door.
“You’re charges have been picked up by Principal Wood out of Cleveland and the WIC is currently trying to get hold of me so that I can release you to their care.” He continued, a bit of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth.
“I take it you’re a hard man to get hold of.” Dawn stated, trying to figure out his angle. He’d told her where she was, the door was still open, he had told her where the kids were, that her family was trying to get her released (and if they were going through official channels she wasn’t in danger.)
“The footage we have of you fighting alongside Captain America is impressive. Joining in on that fight was stupid and reckless.” Fury told her, his voice even and his eye assessing. Dawn frowned at him.
“They killed one of my girls. Only fair to kill off as many of them as I could.” She told him, watching his eye as she kept her own face blank.
“You were heading toward the portal Ms. Summers.” He put it out there, no accusation in his voice as he continued to watch her. She narrowed her eyes in response, wondering how he could be so sure of that.
“That’s where I could do the most damage.” She informed him with a bare moments pause.
“You were going to try and close the portal on your own. We know more about you than you might think Ms. Summers. You and your sister and your entire organization.” Fury informed her, watching her face carefully.
“Who are you?” She asked after a moment, more curious than wary. Buffy always said her curiosity would be the death of her.
“I’m Director Fury, head of S.H.E.I.L.D. and I would like to offer you a position on the Avengers.” He was still watching her, his head tilted to gouge her response. Dawn had the feeling that even with one eye he still saw more than most.
“Why me?” Dawn wasn’t the special one, that was Buffy’s shtick.
“We’ve been keeping an eye on you for some time Ms. Summers. You are one of the worlds foremost linguistic experts, despite your young age, and you can hold your own in a fight against multiple foes all of whom have far more strength than you. Then there is your understanding of portals such as the one over Stark Tower.” Fury raised an eyebrow as he said the last part and Dawn grinned a little bit, wondering if he really did know or just had suspicions.
“Tell me more about SHIELD and the Avengers.” She offered.