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"Motherfucker", Fury said with passion looking at the black bubbling scorch mark of where Dagger was not moments ago. There was an unusual redness to his dark skin.
Natasha slowly untangled herself from her huddle she was in with Steve and Sam behind the infamous shield and stood up. Too one side Tony was fully encased in the armor with Bruce coming around behind him looking a little green but it was fastly fading. Coulson had a hologram that looked familiar but was definitely new. Seemed it didn't quite hold up as well as the original looking at the redness of his and Hill’s skin but it definitely could have been a lot worse given the ground was still smoking a bit.
“Nice shield,” Steve commented and Nat couldn't help but smirk seeing the pleased look in Coulson’s eyes.
“Thanks, it came with the new hand. Fitz might have taken a little inspiration.” Her old handler responded as her flexed his hand and the blue light disappeared seemingly into his skin.
Nat frowned a little bit; they were definitely coming back to that later.
“I've heard a lot about this Fitz guy,” Tony starts.
“You can worry about checking out your competition later Stark. We've got better things to worry about like I don't know the girl that just imploded or disappeared to parts unknown in the middle of my deck!” Fury reprimanded.
“Boss we got some action on satellite!” Called one of the techies.
“I see it too rewinding to the incident.” Another called.
“Gaps in the sludge” the first one expounded
“Happened during whatever went down with Dagger! There was a huge flash of light when it happened.” The second agent called out.
“I thought starshine couldn't teleport?” Tony said.
“Somehow I don't think it's something she should do.” Bruce said, coming up behind him. His statement was punctuated by a splat as part of the ceiling dripped down into the black bit of the floor that gave and ominous groan before collapsing into itself in a huge crash leaving a huge hole in the floor looking down into an empty hall below.
Fury gave a big sigh and rubbed his forehead before looking over to Hill.
“I'll handle it sir” she responded and stalked off.
“Drones back online!” an agent calls from the front.
“Good get eyes inside.” Fury commands, “Avengers, suit up and head out. I want birds ready for air support within the hour and somebody find me some damn Aloe.”
The Avengers tried not to show their amusement as the left on their mission. Nat tugged Tony out before he could make a comment, no need to make Fury more cranky for the poor crew that have to clean up the melted floor and ceiling. The stuff stunk like burnt tires.