"VIKING VIKING VIKING..." ROBIN MUTTERED DARKLY. "Maybe they're from another universe," She made up. "Like... Um... Oh yeah, like a Game of Thronesverse! The land of Ice and Fire! What do you think Giselle? Max?"

Giselle shook her head violently, and Max stared at Robin as if she were insane. "Please don't talk about Game Of Thrones," Max said nervously. "Hazel gave me a speech about Arya and Daen- Daenr- Dany."

Robin looked at Giselle hopefully and shook her head again. "Oh yeah... you don't talk about it cause of Emila Clarke?"

"Same way you don't like being called Robin Hood," Giselle said flatly, flipping through the files Earl had given them. If Earl hadn't given them biscuits to appease them, Robin would have thrown the files out the window. But Max oddly enough needed no persuasion. And Robin was being there was another reason why Max followed Earl around like a puppy.

"I guess we're back to the blackboard-" Robin started, but a horrible sound interrupted her.

It was squeaky, it was high, it was fake, it was a very loud 'BOO!' shouted in the squeakiest voice ever, followed by demonic cackles as the three jumped, Robin almost toppling off her chair again, Giselle throwing a paperweight at it, and Max's hand went on fire.

"You guys are so aggressive!" The voice snickered. "Ooh! Shiny! It's an infinity stone paperweight, now, I remember that time when Fitz-"

"Keefe?" Giselle asked the next paperweight from her hand drooping down.

"Keefe," Max said with a sigh.

"Keefe!" Keefe agreed jubilantly. "Where are the flowers? I and Brookes have been kicking Madripoors ass! I deserve flowers-"

"Shut up punk," Peter's voice came. The speedster proved his maturity by sticking out his tongue at Keefe in greeting and then snickering at the fallen-over Robin. "Sup Smartass? Robin Hood." He greeted. Max smiled blandly.

"The squirt is annoying us again."

The young mutant gasped, an overly insulted look on his face. "You bugaboo! You know what? I can buy myself flowerssss! I can hold my own hand-" 

After that, the conversation became a rush to shut up Keefe, except for Gi<selle, who happily played along on the flute to 'Flowers.' Making a very angry Hill turn up. Her eyes fixed on the singing Keefe with disdain. "What's going on here?"

"They're... They're singing Flowers." Robin told her mournfully, Hill rolled her eyes. "And also decided to say hi," Robin added with a smile. "After three painful days of zero contact IN WHICH SOME OF US THOUGH DIED!" She finished, glaring at Peter, who suddenly looked scared. Robin punched him, which probably didn't hurt that much, but Peter made a show of it anyhow, groaning like the bullets had hit him again, perforating half of his chest- 

Robin's phone rang, vibrating madly. "My bad-" She pulled it out, took a peek, declined the call, and stuffed it back. "Mom and Dad are worried about my mental health," She said casually. "Mom wanted me to get therapy after the Capuchin incident."

"Capucin?" Keefe and Brooklyn asked at the same time. "Who's the Capucin?"

Giselle shook her head. "Don't answer that question. And please don't ask it-"

Suddenly Keefe seemed to notice her, his eyebrows raising dangerously. "Whoa! What did you do with your hair? It looks awesome?"

Robin was flattered a second, Max looked confused, and Peter seemed to be calculating at who Keefe had aimed the comment. Brooklyn had hidden her face and made sobbing sounds. 

"Please forgive Keefe," Brooklyn cleared her voice, sounding like an irritated older sister. "I'm seriously going to kill him-"

"I'm talking to you Emila- Don't glare at me! You look good like that!" Keefe put his hands up, and Giselle looked at Robin blankly, who considered the conundrum.

"...I think he's talking about your hair... And that he's flirting." Robin winked at Giselle, who crossed her arms and shot a small glare at Keefe, who shrugged innocently.

"What can I say? I'm being honest. Painfully honest, like Rogue about her crush on Wolverine- Whoops, that's not honest."

Giselle rolled her eyes. And Robin snickered. "Looks like I'm not the only one to fancy someone."

Peter gagged. "You- You- You FANCY someone? Who are you Elizabeth Robin Barton? Is this actually Hermione Granger- Who uses 'fancy-'"

"I do." Earl's voice said from the hallway, he was looking at Peter sourly and didn't seem happy to be offended. "And Hill called a meeting, Mrs. Ivanov isn't feeling well."

"RUN THAT BY ME AGAIN," ROBIN STARED AT HILL BLANKLY "YOU THINK WE'RE FIGHTING WANDA MAXIMOFF?"

The quiet was deafening. Elizabeth was back to stabbing the table, Earl passed Robin a biscuit as a sign of agreement, and Giselle seemed paler than usual, Keefe didn't seem to be surprised though. Hill sighed.

"Yes, Miss Ivanov has been experiencing... uh... how do I put it..." She looked at Hazel sharpy, who was massaging her temples next to a concerned-looking Max and a puzzled Peter.

"Sleep issues because of past traumatic moments," Elizabeth said, her jaw clenched, the knife was stabbed with more anger, and Brooklyn suddenly seemed to regret being next to her. 

"I see you have experience with that," Hazel groaned. Elizabeth's knife stabbed the table again, and Robin had a bad feeling that Elizabeth might start stabbing other things, like the closest thing to Bucky Barnes (Brooklyn) or something very easy to hit (Keefe, who was wiggling his shoes off). 

"Unfortunately." Stab.

Robin though had more interest in the pale-faced Sokovian next to Hazel. Peter looked more like Pietro than ever, his eyes shining a bit too bright, brotherly concern on his face. The last time she'd seen him like this, she had to chain him to a chair to not go fight Team Iron Man. She shot a short look at Florence, who was looking at Peter suspiciously. Thankfully the growing argument about who they were facing, was distracting enough for Florence to not concentrate properly.

"We should have done something to Maximoff long ago-" Elizabeth said with a stab that left the blade quivering. Robin remembered that the agent had a... dislike for Wanda Maximoff. Even though Robin was pretty sure they had too many things in similar to get along.

"Wanda did nothing wrong!" Florence shot back, suddenly looking very annoyed. Robin had a bad idea that a fight might break out. "She lost everything-"

"And possessed a god damned town! You call that healthy behavior-"

"Not that you would know!" Peter suddenly shouted, standing up straight, causing Hazel and Ramiro to scoot away. "Your method of dealing with loss-"

"SHUT UP!" Someone interrupted. Florence, Elizabeth, and Peter all glared at Nick. Who glared back with equal venom from his seat, arms crossed, his brown eyes flitting from one to the other. "This isn't the actual discussion!"

Hill seemed surprised and relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Hollis-"

"The real question is who can get Wanda a therapist," Keefe said frankly. Which stunned everyone. "I met Wanda once," He explained with a shrug. "Avengers really need therapy. And she's an Avenger."

The comment caused Nick to slap his forehead, Brooklyn to faceplant on the table, Giselle to delicately shake her head, and Hill to turn at Keefe murderously, all while Keefe had a genial look on his face.

"What my point is," Hill glared at Keefe, effectively shutting him up. "Is that these 'nightmares' aren't only flashbacks- What is it, Agent Robin?"

"I've had them too." 

Peter's head shot in the direction of Robin, Elizabeth stopped mid-stab, and Max's mouth fell open. Hill's eyebrow raised. "Explain."

 Robin suddenly felt rather small under the looks of everyone (except for Noah, who was still fixed on the floor). "Nigthamares, y'know...uh...the classic. People you care about get hurt, and stuff you care about gets destroyed," Robin's tone rose a bit. "Nothing much though..."

A stab interrupted her. And Hill glared at Elizabeth. "Give me the knife Mist. Before I call Fury."

Elizabeth reacted by looking at Hill indignantly, like a cat who didn't care about the rules of 'no peeing on the carpet,' and flipped the knife around, irritating Florence and Maria further. 

"Now."

Instead of passing the knife, Elizabeth put it on the table, the black blade standing out on the white table. "It's been since you've got the... Asgardian, hasn't it?"

Robin nodded, looking at Elizabeth curiously, Hazel also seemed somewhat interested in the idea, nodding a bit, and Max looked like he wanted to hide under the table. "Happened to you too?" Robin asked sympathetically.

Elizabeth looked like she wanted to stab the table. "No. It's just an assumption."

Hill sighed and continued, Robin mostly tuned out, catching enough to know Hill was sending them on missions again, something about how the world was starting to know about the Protectors, Peter, Brooklyn, and Nick being sent off to a mission in Hungary (making Robin remember Natasha's warnings about Budapest), Keefe, Giselle, and Hazel had to go to Florida, something about some suspicious radiations, Noah-

"Rodriguez!" Hill shouted. And Noah snorted, almost toppling his chair and yelping. 

"S-S-Sorry Agent Hill! I mean-" He began, his whole face pink.

"Please refrain from dozing off during meetings- Someone please ki- Wake up Mr. Spring as well." She glared at Keefe again, who was openly snoring and mumbling about 'Bobby' and 'Scotty' and 'Nanny McPhee.'

Ramiro shook Keefe gently, being the kind person he was. "Keefe? Dude, you've got to wake up, Hill's probably gonna kill you."

Keefe kept on grumbling. And Ramiro sighed, apparently taking a more direct approach.

"You're going on a mission with Hazel and Giselle, and Hazel has to be your older sister-"

"NO!" Keefe shouted, scandalized. "She said I'm a pomeranian yesterday!"

Hazel glared at him, like warning him to not say anything else, and Giselle shook her head mournfully, Robin almost felt sorry for the three of them, but there were other problems, like Hill's patience, which was being tested as she ordered Noah, Max, and Earl to go off to Ireland, which Earl seemed to take with a grain of salt, Noah shrugged, and Max nodded cheerfully. 

"Mist, Stark, Barton, Rogers- Touch that knife one more time and you'll be assigned to the first HYDRA mission I can find- you're staying back at base. Plenty to run, and some of you have to figure out your differences."

"But you're gone." Elizabeth pointed out, and Hill's eyes narrowed.

Robin had a distinct feeling Elizabeth had snooped somewhere she shouldn't have, and wasn't in the mood for another Mist vs Hill battle. "Can I ask someone over?"

"Oooh! That sounds interesting," Keefe grinned devilishly. "Petey, how much it's her boyfriend-"

"I'm Bisexual, peabrain."

"-Girlfriend? I'm betting twenty dollars."

Robin could only watch as Keefe and Peter traded money at each other, with Hazel looking at them contemptuously. "They're my family, you idiots."

"Aww... Damn it, I really wanted to meet the famous Bartons." Keefe made a sad face at Hill like it was her personal fault that Keefe couldn't meet them.

Hill didn't find Keefe funny, snapping her fingers to get their attention. "Those traveling aboard, you've got tickets- Before you ask, it's not first class-" A few groans, mostly from Peter, Hazel, and Keefe. "-In your rooms. And you're not taking S.H.I.E.L.D transport for safety reasons-"

As Maria rambled away Robin slipped out of the room, and she wasn't the only one. Her shadow did too, still taller than usual.

Robin remembered why she enjoyed walking around the Protectors Headquarters alone. It was simple, white, and sleek, unlike the old Avengers Compound, it wasn't filled up with personal things, not yet, so it had an emptiness to it, a nice sort of it, most things she saw were empty. Empty rooms marked 'A.V' and 'E.W' which made her wonder who they were, empty cupboards, except for a snoozing white cat that blended in so perfectly that Robin didn't see it, empty offices with the signs 'G.W,' 'D.J,' 'C.B,' and 'M.M' which sounded vaguely familiar.

But when she saw a lanky framed something creeping across a hallway, she briefly wondered if there were automation in the headquarters, and then if zombies, judging from the stink and grayish hue of the person's skin.

She heard a tiny 'drat' from the person like they were trying (failing) to sneak away and not be observed.

"Dude, you can't bust out of here," Robin told the Viking sympathetically.

He didn't seem to care though and punched her. She really hadn't seen it coming, and gasped, something hot dribbling down her face, she dodged the next punch, her hand instinctively reaching for her face, making it red with blood.

Ouch.

Robin kind of felt sorry for the Viking guy, but her nose was bleeding, and she thought it would have been more considerate to stab her in the shin, which was one of the most commonly wounded parts of Robin, and it healed quickly compared to her nose. "Man I don't wanna do this."

"I do," He said with a smile that made Robin's stomach squirm, his eyes had a sort of insane gleam in them, mirrored by his smile. "I do very very very much..."

GRACE
I did plan this book to be longer. But I'm speeding up the blasted plot! It's getting boring *sympathetic face*
I apologize but I've got to, twelve chapters and no villain (????)

...no mood board? 

I've run out of Protectors- Feel free to dump ideas though, I've gotten better.

(And I really didn't mean to make Robin's thing be the Bisexual flag)

The next update is- No, you're gonna have to check part Two to figure that out.
So, I'll speed up the plot, not as speedy as Pietro, but maybe as fast as Keefe running away from an angry Hill after eating her snacks.
And I'm dropping references if you can spot them-