A/N: So thanks to everyone who reviewed, and thanks to you guys I know now where I'm going with this story. I'm excited about this chapter, partly because it has a lot of action in it, but mainly because it's the beginning of my plot :D You get to see a new villain that I introduce from the comics, maybe not the main one, but a villain never the less. Let me know what you think!

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Pretty soon after Steve came into the kitchen, Bruce followed suit, then Clint. Of course, Tony was the last one up, as he sauntered into the kitchen, his hands outstretched towards the coffee. Huh, that was strange. I mean, he drank coffee, but his most common morning drink was something just a little bit stronger. I wasn't going to complain though. If Tony stopped drinking as much as he did, I would be glad.

"You guys ready?" I asked, smiling. The rest of the team returned the smile, and headed for the elevator. We went to the top floor, where there was a helicopter waiting for us. I shook my head, and hopped into the vehicle beside Tony. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

"So, are you excited to be back?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"I guess. I mean, it's cool to be back in business, I suppose. But it also brings back a lot of memories, some memories that I would prefer to keep buried," I answered honestly.

I mean, there were so many things that had happened at this base, some of them good, but many of them bad. It had been the place where I had finally found a family, and yet it was also the place where I lost a good friend. Phil had been an amazing person, and his life was lost due to the actions of the man I had fallen for. 

Loki.

There was a slight pang in my chest, though it was hardly noticable, and far less painful than I had thought it would be. It was just another memory I had to deal with if I was going to work with SHIELD again.

I let out a dep breath, and lost myself in my thoughts for the rest of the trip.

We arrived earlier than I thought we would, and I quickly hopped out of the helicopter, more than a little grateful to be on solid ground. The base was still on the water, but I knew that sooner or later it would be up in the air. It was still trippy to see it rise out of the water, and even cooler to know that nobody on land could see us.

As a team, we made our way down the halls of the base and to our usual meeting place, where I immediately smiled upon seeing the table we used to sit at. It was exactly the same as it was the last time I had seen it, and part of me was happy that the whole team was going to sit together. I was about to find a seat at the table, when I was interrupted by applause.

My head shot up to find that everyone who was working at the computers near us, had started clapping at the sight of us. I smiled slightly, cursing as my cheeks filled with heat. I heard one pair of hands clapping from behind, and turned to see Fury nodding at us. My smiled grew wider than I thought possible.

It was good to be back.

Fury walked to his usual spot in front of the table, where all of his monitors were blinking with brand new information. Everyone sat down, and I skipped over to my usual seat in between Tony and Steve. I was as silent as the rest of my friends, waiting for Fury to address us.

"Good to have you back, team," He started. "Now let's get to work."

Oh how I missed this.

"You came back at just the right time, in fact. We have a situation that's getting out of hand in New York, and we need someone to go in and get it under control," Fury said, and I leaned forward in my seat.

"Crime rates nearly disappeared after the Battle of New York, but in the past few weeks they have nearly doubled, thanks to a new crime boss. This boss is in control of nearly eighty percent of the drug trafficking, smuggling, and murder that occurs in New York, and we need someone to take him down. Now, normally I wouldn't send my top men to get rid of him, but we need the best on this mission. Not as exciting as fighting aliens or a rogue god, but still important," He said.

"Wilson Fisk, better known as Kingpin, has an army of men guarding his main safe house down in the Bronx, his hometown. We need several of you to go an infiltrate this safe house to him down and cripple his setup." He finished.

Huh, fighting through an army to get to a crime boss? Sounded like fun.

"Rogers, Barton," Fury nodded to Steve and myself. "You'll be the muscle of this operation. To put it in better words, you'll be the ones storming the castle," He clarified.

I was going to be in the main part of this mission? I had expected Steve and Natasha, to be honest, but me? It was an unexpected surprise, that's for sure.

"Hawkeye, Romanoff," He said, motioning to my brother and Natasha. "You'll be gathering as much information on Fisk and his operation as you can. Use whatever means necessary to get it done,"

He then turned to Bruce and Tony.

"Since we have Fisk covered, we need you two to look into some strange readings that Stark pointed out to us, and have you try and figure out what and where it's coming from," He said.

So no Hulk and Tony? Ah well, Bruce was probably happy about that, so I was happy too. And if anyone could figure out the poof-ing energy problem, it would be Bruce and Tony. I was still just happy to be doing something important.

"When do we get started?" I asked. I was eager to do something, considering I had been doing close to nothing lately. It'd also be a good way to keep my mind off of things, as well.

Fury gave me a look.

"The jet's waiting outside, Miss Barton." He said.

"Oh."

I smiled sheepishly. Well, I suppose that I would get my wish after all, as we were leaving as soon as Fury was done talking.

"So get going. I want this done as soon as possible," He said, raising a hand to shoo us out of the room. I jumped out of my seat, catching up to Steve, who looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem happy," He commented.

I grinned yet again.

"Yeah, well, I'm just excited to be able to do something important. Getting rid of a crime boss is kind of cool. I feel… I dunno, pretty badass, I guess." I said, trying to explain my feelings on the matter.

Steve nodded, and then shrugged.

"I don't know, saving the world from alien invaders was pretty 'badass', Sam," He joked.

I hit his shoulder, smiling.

"Well, I had help. This time it's just you and me against an army," I said.

"An army of armed thugs, as well,"

I pointed to my gun and to his shield.

"We're armed!" I spoke. Steve laughed.

"Well, I haven't seen a better shot than you, besides Clint and Natasha, so I suppose we are pretty well armed," he admitted.

"And with your super strength and magical shield, we're all set!" I grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"My shield's not magical, Sam." He said.

"Yes it is. It's magical, Steve,"

"No, it's really not,"

"Magical."

"Nope,"

"Don't ruin the mood, Steve,"

"Oh, sorry. We'll storm into the castle with your shooting skills and my magical shield," He paused. "Happy?"

"Very." I grinned.

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We made our way onto the jet and rode all the way back to New York. It didn't take too long, but the whole time I was staring at the wall, waiting until we got there. I was prepared to face an army, and knew I wasn't going to be disappointed.

When we finally got there, the jet hovered over a spot a few blocks away, and it was time to go. Steve grabbed me by the waist, holding on tight as he jumped out of the jet. He landed on his feet with hardly a sound, and gently placed me back on my feet.

I shook myself out, quickly dropping to touch my toes. When I was done, I whipped out my gun, holding it to my side. Steve moved up against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. I shook my head, and grabbed his arm.

"Steve, they're going to spot you a mile away. Let me scout ahead," I suggested, and I could see Steve think it over in his head. He looked reluctant to admit it, but there was logic in my suggestion. He finally nodded, and I smiled, moving to blend into the shadows.

Steve gave me a thumbs up, and I quickly ran along the edge of the walls, hiding myself in the sudden darkness. It was the middle of the day, yet there seemed to be shadows everywhere. I took advantage of it, and looked around the corner. In the alleyway that led to the safe house, there were about twelve men, all armed and tough looking.

I quickly held a hand to the earpiece I was wearing, relaying the information back to Steve.

"I'll take care of it, but distract them for me, will you?" He asked.

"Sure," I whispered, and put my gun back in its holster, walking out of the shade.

The men immediately noticed me, and held their guns to my face. I held up my hands in a sign of surrender, a small smirk on my lips.

"Anyone know where I can find a bathroom?" I asked.

The men looked at each other, obviously not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Steve jumped off of the roof behind them, knocking out at least three of the guards without making a sound. The thugs turned, and were about to shoot when I jumped into the fray, grabbing the guards nearest me and trying to subdue them.

They may have been skilled gunmen, but they had no skill at all in hand to hand combat. I tried my best to not kill everyone, but to knock them out instead. Steve and I had everyone down within seconds, and I wiped my hands on my uniform.

"Well, that was easy," I said, smiling. Steve looked at me for a second, before looking towards the door at the end of the alleyway.

"That's where we're going to get in, but I doubt that it's just going to open for us. We don't have the lock combination, and it's too heavy of a door to kick in. How about we- Sam? What are you doing?" He asked. I was walking towards the door, a strategy in my head already.

I went up to the door, and knocked.

"Sam! What-"

Steve was cut off as the door opened to reveal a very burly man, with a machine gun in his hands.

"Wha-"

I cut him off by delivering a swift kick to the head, knocking him to the ground. I knelt down beside him, checking him.

"He's out cold," I commented, motioning for Steve to come inside. He did, closing the door behind him, and shaking his head.

"What were you thinking, Sam?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"It worked," I said, and he couldn't deny it. I stood up, grabbing my gun out of my holster.

"Ready?" I asked, and grabbed something that looked like a grenade off of the man's belt.

"Sam…" Steve started, but I had already taken out the clip, and thrown it as far down the hallway as I could. I grabbed Steve's hand, and started to run the opposite way. Not three seconds later, a giant explosion rocked the whole building, and I laughed.

"What did you do that for?" Steve asked.

"All the men in the building will run that way now. I figure if we get as many men out of the way as we can, we don't have to go through them all to get to Kingpin," I reasoned, and he nodded.

"Okay," He said reluctantly, following me as I ran down the hallway. I skidded around the corner, my momentum throwing me off balance.

"Who the hell are you?" A voice asked, and I looked up to see a thug staring at me. I chuckled nervously, and held my gun closer to me.

"A janitor?" I said, knowing how lame it was. Steve came around the corner right then, and the burly man grunted, holding up his gun.

"No?" I asked, and when I got no reply, I shrugged, launching myself at him. I quickly knocked the gun out of his hands, and twisted his wrist to the breaking point. He shifted, and knocked me back. Steve came in right then, punching him straight across the face and knocking him out.

"Sam!" Steve shouted, looking to a spot behind me.

I whipped around, and upon seeing a man aiming a gun at me, I brought up my own weapon and fired off two shots straight into his chest.

The man slumped to the ground, blood pouring out of his wounds.

My eyes widened, and I immediately flung away the gun I had used.

Oh my God. I had just killed somebody. I, Samantha Anne Barton, just murdered somebody. I let out a shaky breath, and crumpled to the ground.

"Samantha?" Steve knelt beside me, holding a hand to my back. "Are you alright?"

"No." I shook my head. "Steve, I just killed somebody. A human being, who ha-had a family, a mother and father, and a-a wife, an-and kids. And I just killed them. I took that all away from them!" I cried, beginning to freak out. Steve took my hands in his own, lifting my chin so I would look him in the eyes.

"Listen to me Samantha," He started. "They made their choice, and it's time we made ours. I need you focused on the task at hand… we can't get caught up in this. Are you going to be okay for the rest of the mission, or do we need to contact Fury?" He asked, sounding very much like a father.

He was right.

He was right, and I knew it. Those men had made their choice to get into a life of drugs and crime, and I shouldn't weep over stopping them. I had probably saved a civilian's life by doing it, in fact. I nodded at Steve, and gently picked up my gun from the place I had thrown it.

I swallowed, and took a shaky breath in.

"Okay. I'm good. I'll be okay," I said, and took off down the hallway, not waiting for a reply from Steve. I rounded the corner, surveying the area in front of me. There were five men, all armed.

I slid down by the nearest one, taking a leg with me. The man went down, and I elbowed them harshly in the windpipe. I darted to the next man, blocking a powerful blow to the head. Damn it, he was strong! I grunted, and kicked his knee, grimacing when I heard it snap. He went down crying in pain, but I couldn't waste any time feeling sorry for him.

Steve had already taken out two of the men farthest away from me, and we teamed up to get the last one. I motioned to Steve, and he held his shield steady. Much like I had before in the Battle of New York, I launched myself at the shield, jumping off of it and onto the man's shoulders. I had knees on either side of the man's head, and taking a deep breath, I jerked them to the side, cracking the man's neck.

He fell, and I rolled off of him.

"You okay?" Steve asked, and I thought to myself. Was I okay? I had just killed two men; I had just taken two lives.

"Yeah," I lied. "Come on, we're almost there…" I said, heading off down the hallway once again.

I thought back to the layout that Fury had given us, and turned left, taking down a thug in the process. I then made a right, and stopped dead in my tracks when I came face to face with a small army.

There had to be at least twenty men there, all armed. They hadn't seen me yet, so I backed up, stopping Steve before he could run into their line of sight.

"Twenty one," I whispered, giving him the number of men guarding that hallway. The door to Kingpin had to be just beyond them, so we just had to take them out and we'd be in.

"How do we do this?" I asked.

Steve hesitated, before glancing down at my gun.

I closed my eyes, wishing that there was another way to get in, but I knew that he was right. If I used my gun then I could take down a large number of the thugs before they even knew what had happened. It was the most logical course of action, yet my heart sank at the thought of all of those lives.

Come on, Samantha! You're an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and shouldn't hesitate to take down people in the way of a mission. I sighed, but then nodded, taking out my weapon.

Taking a deep breath, I sprinted out into the open.

Time seemed to slow down for me, and I could see everything in perfect clarity. My mind seemed to shut down, and all of a sudden I couldn't think. The adrenaline had taken over, and I was in motion.

I fired off four quick shots, taking down the four thugs closest to me. Before any of the rest had a chance to turn, five more were down, and I moved to reload. The thugs fired off their guns, but I rolled out of the way, taking down three more as I moved.

Steve stepped in, drawing their fire away from me.

I took advantage of their distraction, and took down another four. A bullet came dangerous close to my head, embedding itself into the wall beside my head. I glared, and darted towards the man who had shot at me, throwing a kick at his stomach.

Steve had already knocked out three other guys, so that left the man I was fighting and one more. I was about to throw a punch at the man's head, but cried out as the other thug lifted me up from behind, tossing me to the ground like I was a toy.

I gasped as the air was knocked out of my lungs, my vision going blurry. I blinked rapidly, trying to get my sight back. Soon enough the stars went away, but I was unable to move, unable to breath.

"Sam?" Steve knelt by my side, helping me into a sitting position. I gasped for air, gulping it into my airless lungs.

"I'm good," I rasped out, getting up to my feet. Steve held a hand to my back, but I waved him away.

"Let's go," I said, and motioned to the door that the thugs had been guarding. I stumbled over to it, before using my momentum to kick it open, holding a gun up to the darkness.

Wait, darkness?

The room was completely dark, and I couldn't see a thing.

"Give it up, Fisk, it's over!" I shouted out, my voice wavering slightly. I cursed myself for being shaky, for not sounding more forceful.

A deep rumbling went through the room, and I recognized it as a laugh. I shuddered, but kept my gun up, pointing it straight ahead.

"Is that so? A little girl with a toy and a man dressed in blue tights? I believe you it is over for you, my dear…" A voice spoke from the darkness, but I used my ears to hear where it was coming from. I pointed my gun to the left, swallowing.

"Yeah? Well, this little girl just took out over twenty of your personal guards to get here," I said, trying to defend myself.

"An impressive feat. But do you have the mettle to take on me, I wonder? Well, let us find out." He said, and suddenly the lights flickered on. My eyes searched the room in front of me, but I found no one. All of a sudden, Steve grunted from behind me, and I turned to see something that made my eyes widen.

There, in front of me, was a man that seemed to be four feet taller than me, and at least four feet wider than me. Normally I would have said to lose some weight, but I could tell that it was pure muscle, which scared the crap out of me.

Kingpin had launched himself at Steve, and knocked his shield out of his hands. Steve brought his hands up in a punch, but the Caucasian giant in front of me simply batted him aside, sending him flying to the floor.

I should have shot him right then and there, but I hesitated, and that was my mistake.

Kingpin was a lot faster than I thought someone of his size would be, and I gasped out as he knocked the gun out of my hand. He grabbed my uniform's collar, lifting me up into the air like I was nothing. And to him, I probably weighed the equivalent of a small rock.

He threw me up against the wall, and I saw stars for the second time that day. I opened my eyes just in time to see Kingpin throw a kick aimed at my stomach, and prepared myself for the attack.

But nothing I did would ever prepare me for the pain of that kick, and I cried out in agony.

"Samantha!" Steve shouted, and I heard him yell out as he attacked Kingpin. I opened my eyes to see Steve dodging all of Fisk's blows, using his superior agility to duck under and move around the blows.

I tried to get to my feet, but the pain in my stomach was too much, and I fell back to the ground. Deciding on a different tactic, I began crawling over to my gun.

I was almost there, when I felt a hand wrap around my ankle, dragging me back. I started to panic, and found myself clawing at the ground to try and stop him.

"Let me go!" I screamed, but he just grunted as he lifted me off of the ground. By my ankle. My mouth dropped open at the sheer strength of this man, and I thrashed around, trying to get free. Steve landed a kick to Fisk's side, and he dropped me.

I had enough sense to roll before I hit the ground on my head, but it still hurt like hell. I scrambled over to my gun, and picked it up.

Leveling it to Kingpin's chest, I smiled triumphantly.

"Stop!" I shouted, and Kingpin chuckled. "I'll shoot!" I threatened. Kingpin raised his eyebrows, and stepped towards me. Steve got up off of his feet, and walked towards him, but I waved him off.

"Oh, but will you, Miss Barton?" He asked, and my eyes widened.

"H-how do you know my name?" I demanded. Fisk chuckled, and stepped forward again. "How the hell do you know my name?" I screamed, and my arms shook from my fear and exhaustion.

"I know many things about you, as well as Mister Rogers," He said, stepping forward once again.

That was it! My jaw clenched, and I shot three rounds into his chest.

Except nothing happened to him.

He kept coming towards me, and I was forced to roll out of the way.

"What the hell?" I said, and Steve's amazement mirrored mine. I looked closely at his chest, and saw the holes in his shirt. There was metal behind it, and I knew that he must have been wearing some sort of armor behind his clothes.

"Damn it!" I muttered in frustration, and got to my feet. I saw Kingpin launch himself at me once again. This time, instead of rolling out of the way, I darted towards him.

"Sam!" Steve shouted, but I ignored him.

At the last second, I slid in between his legs, and stood up behind him. I brought my foot up with all of my might, and watched as the mighty Kingpin crumbled to the ground from a cheap crotch shot.

"Ha!" I said victoriously, bringing my gun up to the back of his head. "It's over Fisk!" I grinned, but winced as my stomach started hurting again. I held my side with one hand, using the other to keep my gun leveled at his head.

"Oh no. This is just the beginning, my dear…" He smiled wickedly, and I tried to ignore the strange feeling I got from his words.

Somehow, for some reason, I believed him.

I quickly brought down the butt of my gun to his large head, immediately knocking him unconscious. I then dropped my gun and slumped down to the floor, winded and beyond exhausted.

"Well, that was fun," I muttered, looking over at Steve, who wiped some sweat from his unmasked brow. He made a sound in his throat, and I grinned softly, bringing a hand up to my ear.

"We've got him, Fury,"

With that, I threw myself back onto the floor, my head resting against the cool surface of the tiled floor.

"Go Avengers!" I grumbled, raising a bruised fist to the ceiling.

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A/N: Sooo, I introduced Wilson Fisk (Kingpin) into the story, one of the major villains of the Daredevil comics. I always liked him, so I figured I'd bring him into this story. He fit right in, though he will not be a major villain in this story. I have another one in mind :D Let me know what you thought about all of the action, and the longer chapter. Review away, my loves!

-Sara