Kagome frowned as her phone went off again – it had been ringing all morning – and with a groan, she kicked off the stark white sheets that covered her body. She shivered as the morning air caressed it and with a grumble and a fumbling hand, she reached for her cell, only to blink when she realized it wasn't the phone going off.
With a dark scowl and a muttered curse word, she quickly stood up, her bare feet making contact with the hard cold wood floor of her room, and stormed over to her wardrobe and ripped the door open and with fumbling hands, she pushed aside clothes and dug inside a quiver hanging next to a bow.
Muttering under her breath with a grumble, she pulled out a small black flip phone and quickly flipped it open, pressing it to her ear. Her heartbeat sped up as the seconds ticked by as she waited for someone to speak.
"It's Hawkeye… he's been taken." Her brow furrowed at the words.
"Taken? What do you mean taken?" She chewed on her bottom lip as she wrapped her arm around her waist, the light blue fabric of her shirt shifting with the movement.
Her mind was racing a mile a minute – Hawkeye, taken? Was he kidnapped? If so, she doubted that it warranted a call to her as he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He often chided her for the times she had stuck her nose into his affairs. He was never kidnapped, he just allowed himself to be taken in order to gather intelligence or to take out a target from the inside.
What made this situation any different?
"It's serious, Kagome… very serious. He's been turned against us, he's under some kind of spell…" She frowned even more at that because the worry in the woman's voice put her on edge. The Black Widow was known for her acting skills, but she could tell this was genuine worry – plus, she was a rational woman and for her to be mumbling about spells and demi-gods?
It had to be bad.
"What has the General said?" She shifted her weight lightly. It was Nick's call on this…but then again, she doubted that if he made the wrong call, he would mind her showing up.
She was Hawkeye's apprentice and definitely had a right to know. In fact, she was a bit irked that it was the BLack Widow calling her and not the man himself. He knew she hated his cloak-and-dagger crap; it was the main reason she refused to actively work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Instead, she tended to freelance, always checking her facts with S.H.I.E.L.D just to be sure she was on the right side.
"He's making 'Operation Avengers' a go…" She sighed but nodded, instantly understanding the severity of the situation.
"I understand. I'll be there as soon as I can, so please be careful." With that, she snapped the phone shut and turned back to her wardrobe and with a firm look of determination, she pulled out a black cat-suit – similar to Black Widow's – and a black mask.
It was time she, once again, reminded the world that she was not one to be messed with, nor were those she called her own.