Pushing up the Daisies
As the coffin started filling up with dirt, you bit your lip with regret. Maybe being buried alive wasn't the best way to fake your own death.
It wasn't like you hadn't considered the other options. You could've burnt your apartment block down, but then they'd be too many bodies. You could've driven your car off of a bridge, but then you'd have to plant a fake corpse. You could've staged a plane crash, but you didn't have the money for that. So you'd settled for what had seemed like the lesser of two evils; or in this case four.
It probably wouldn't be the dirt that killed you anyway. Suffocation or just general shock would probably be the most likely culprit. If you conserved your oxygen, you'd probably have a little over five hours until the little coffin becomes your forever home. Hopefully, Hill would manage to find you before then: she was pretty reliable when you needed her to be.
The muffled words of the congregation were hard to make out as you lay there silently. At least they had chosen to bury you in your SHIELD uniform. It was surprisingly comfy despite being skin tight and made from carbon polymer. A smile crept over your face as you thought back to your time flying out on missions. Life was simpler then. You just had to follow orders and complete the tasks set out for you. There was no individual decision making, no extra-terrestrial threats, no avengers breathing down your neck.
"... such a shame," you could just about hear from your underground prison, "she had so much potential."
"At least she's in a better place now Tony."
Tony? What was he doing at your funeral?
"That's bullshit and you know it Rogers. Y/N didn't believe in your god so they definitely won't be on their way to your so called 'heaven'."
Wait. Rogers? Were all the avengers here?
"It's a figure of speech Stark. I know how close you two were but that doesn't mean the rest of us didn't care for them."
"How close we were? We haven't spoken in weeks. Hell, no one's spoken to them since they left."
"Well there's no use worrying about that now, we couldn't have done anything anyway."
"I should have told them. I should have stopped them leaving. I should have locked them in the compound the moment this stupid idea came into their head."
"It's too late now Tony. We just have to move forward. Focus on the team."
"I never got to tell them I..." His speech once again muffled by the six feet of dirt piled on top of you.
Silence. You could no longer hear anything. The funeral gathering had probably walked away by now: the promise of free food and alcohol a better alternative to staring at your grave. You never thought lying in a coffin would feel this lonely. Well, to be fair, you never thought you'd lie in a coffin - not whilst alive anyway.
"Agent L/N?"
Oh thank god. You placed your hand against the transmitter in your ear.
"Agent Hill I can hear you"
"We're sorry for the delay. We weren't expecting the ceremony to last that long. Turns out quite a few people wanted to commemorate you."
"Please just get me out of here. Didn't think I'd get this claustrophobic."
"It's alright Y/N. We've got the team on hand to dig you out as soon as the funeral attendees leave."
"Thank you for doing this Maria."
"You know I'd do anything for you Y/N. You're like a sibling to me."
The assurance of imminent extraction comforted you as you lay patiently for your rescue. Hopefully, the avengers would accept your death and move on quickly. Your mission would be significantly more difficult if they interfered.