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"Oh, the places you'll go!"
-Doctor Suess
Rose was sitting upright in her bed, her deep chocolate hair resembling a bird's nest. She was quite groggy, as she had just been awoken from her slumber by the sound of her friend, California, going about her morning business.
"Aren't you going to get up?" Callie asked, poking her head out from inside the bathroom. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun, and she had a toothbrush sticking out the side of her mouth. "It's almost time for breakfast. Becca's gonna get mad if you're late again."
"I know, I know." Rose sighed, flopping back onto the soft sheets. They were so warm, so comforting…
"ROSE. UP. NOW." Rose felt her arm jerk as Callie yanked her up from the bed.
"Jeez, ok. You're not my mom." Rose teased. Slipping into the tiny bathroom, Rose slipped on her Black tank-and shorts bodysuit, with black tights underneath and a matching hoodie with cat ears. Finally, she threw on her black fingerless gloves before following Callie out the door, feverishly trying to tame her dark locks and they headed towards the elevator.
"Are you staring at my boobs?"
Callie raised an eyebrow at Rebecca as she spooned another bite of yogurt.
"I'm not looking at your boobs!" Becca huffed. "I'm studying the arc reactor…"
"Well, there's nothing better to do." Ikol laughed as he plopped his tray down beside Callie's. "You might as well stare at boobs."
"Mine are the greatest," California supplied, throwing her shoulders back to enunciate their size.
"I'M NOT-" Becca started, but calmed herself down before continuing. "I'm not staring at anyone's boobs."
"Is everything alright here, friends?" Joining her brother, Torunn plucked down next to Rose. Torunn was exceptionally tall–being almost six foot five, even though she was only 15.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, Talls." Rose sighed, glancing mischievously at Callie. Before another kid could get a word in, a face appeared on the large, flat holographic screen on the table.
"Hello, Children Of Shield." A smooth voice said. "Today is a fresh new day in-"
"Hey, Alex. Or should I say, 'jackass'." Rose laughed, before being sternly glared at by both Beca and Torunn.
"Hello, Rose. Anyway. Today is a new day. But first, we must take roll call." Alex cleared his throat.
"California Stark."
"Single and ready to mingle."
"Rebecca Banner?"
"Present."
"Torunn Thorsdottir."
"I am here."
"Ikol."
"Screw you."
"And finally, Rose Rogers."
"And finally, I do not care."
"Ok, roll call is done." Alex massaged his forehead. "Ugh, I'm gonna need another coffee-"
"JUST GET ON WITH IT, TEACHERS PET!" Callie yelled, rolling her bright green eyes underneath her unnecessary sunglasses.
"Ok. The schedule for today is a follows–Breakfast, 7 am to 8:30 am. Training, 8:45 am to 1 pm. Lunch, 1:10 pm to 2:30 pm. Class, 2:30 pm to 6:15 pm. Dinner, 6:20 pm to 8:00 pm. Lights out at 10:00 pm." Alex said, before the the screen folded and disappeared. Rose looked at the clock. It read 8:25.
"Let's get going." She sighed, dropping her tray by the trash can. "I don't want to get yelled at for being late again."
Training was the usual–a large gym-like room with high ceilings and titanium walls. A small glass box, for observation, was perched high up the walls, while the floor was scattered with mats as weak protection against a fall.
"Ugh," California groaned, pushing her glasses up so she could rub her temples.
"Hangover?" Rose asked, mildly concerned.
Grinning, Callie replied, "I found the good stuff last night."
"If you stopped drinking, you could have a nice morning for once," Rebecca snapped, crossing her arms.
"Honey, every morning's a good one when someone's checking out your boobs."
"I was not—" Rebecca started furiously, before Alex interrupted her.
Alex was, to put it kindly, hot. He had that vibe of someone you did not want to mess with. But he was NO fun and games. Such a snore.
"Let's get started."
"Yuck," Rose growled at her mushy food. She sat down at her usual seat, everyone sitting around the table.
"Training was fun," Rebecca chirped, stuffing her inky black hair into a fedora.
"Yes!" Torunn cheered, slamming her fist into the table and making everything jump. "I heartily agree, 'twas a fine lesson."
"Speak for yourselves," Callie replied, attempting to remove a metal robot arm from Ikol's bicep with her screwdriver. "Not all of us like wasting precious time on fake enemies."
We were then reminded about how little of the world we got to see. For the past couple months, we haven't even seen our parents, which was hard. Especially for Callie, who had a strong bond with her dad. They hated getting separated, but Fury said it was necessary. Ikol, on the other hand, didn't know who his parents were.
"Hello team," Alex called out from the doorway, and everyone froze. It was one of those days, when he suddenly dropped into 'bond'.
"Out upon yea!" Rose yelled, chucking her gross potatoes at Alex's insufferable face.
"Ugh." Alex wiped the white goo from his face. "I just wanted to say that Fury has requested a visit with Callie, Torunn, Ikol, and Rose. Immediately." Without another word, Alex turned and trotted out of the room.
"Well, I guess that means lunch will be a little short today, friends." Torunn sat up and began walking towards the door, Ikol in tow.
"Who says we can't eat on the way?" Callie said, grabbing a handful of fries. Nudging Rose, the two followed Torunn and Ikol out the door and down the hall, towards the elevator. They went four stories upwards before they finally reached Fury's glass office, equipped with a full view of New York. He was facing away from them, behind his desk, his hands folded behind his back.
"I bet you're wondering why I called you here."
He turned around to address the teenagers, and it seems they had made themselves at home.
Rose was clinging to the ceiling, her hood down and hair hanging in a tangled mess. Ikol had sat in a chair. Torunn was perched on the desk, while California subtly hacked onto the SHIELD database.
Sighing, Fury continued, "it appears that California, Torunn, and Rose all have a connection with these, space ge–ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Fury sighed. "Listen, in short, I'm sending you all to Jamaica."
"FREE VACATION!" Rose cheered, dropping to the floor. Scrambling to her feet, she stood up and brushed off her clothes.
"Why shall we be journeying to this country?" Torunn asked.
"... Well, you all have been working so hard, I thought it would be nice to take a vacation."
"It would be nice." Callie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "When do we leave?"
"Actually–" Fury glanced down at his watch. "Right now."
The plane was a slim, military-issued aircraft. It was made to mirror a regular passenger plane, and did so quite well. To be honest, neither Callie or Rose could tell the difference.
Once they had stepped onto the plane, their expectations, which had once been of stuffy cabins and crying babies, had drastically changed. Four cabins-each personalized for the teens comfort-stretched the length of the plane. In each cabin was a luxurious snack bar and accompanying bar, along with velvet couches and satin chairs.
"Holy fuck." Callie gasped as she ran her hand across the golden walls. This was far from the cold titanium they were used to at SHIELD.
Get settled, kids." A voice crackled over the intercom. "Rose, you're in the first cabin. California, you're in the second. Torunn, third. Ikol fourth. Now, please relax and enjoy your flight."
"See you in twelve hours!" Callie laughed as she threw herself onto the soft couch. Rose, with a final smile to her friend, stepped into her cabin. Tossing her denim backpack onto the floor, she plopped herself down onto one of the chairs. Though it was nearly 11 at night and she wanted to sleep, something wasn't letting her. A fear–a fear was stopping her from relaxing. It wasn't the height, or the thought of crashing-actually, Rose couldn't figure out what.
"Might as well get some snacks." Rose sighed. Using her telekinesis, she lifted a bag of peanut M&Ms and brought it back over to her hand. She tore the top off and popped a few into her mouth, enjoying the sweet burst of chocolate. Leaning back into the chair, Rose noticed that her vision had started to grow blurry, and she felt her body slump into the fabric, as if all the tension had disappeared.
Good. She thought. Maybe now I'll get some rest… Slowly, she felt herself slip closer and closer to the edge of sleep. Suddenly, her vision turned completely black, and Rose could feel her heart jump.
What the-
Though she knew she was awake, all Rose could see was pitch black.
"I'm just dreaming." She mumbled to herself. With a pounding heart, she took a step forward.
Nothing.
"Hello" She called out. The only response was the echo of her voice. Wrapping her arms around her chest, Rose started to tentatively walk further into the darkness. It was getting colder and colder by the second.
"Hello?"
A voice called out from the darkness, making Rose freeze in a mixture of terror and curiosity. That voice-she knew it from somewhere. It sounded like-
"ROSE!" On the horizon, Rose could make out the glowing blue of Callie's heart, along with her vibrant white tank-top. As Callie got closer, Rose could see that she, too, looked quite cold. Excited to see her friend, Rose broke into a run. Callie seemed only a few steps away-
Suddenly, the ground opened up beneath the two. Rose could feel the ground disappear beneath her feet. It took her a few moments to fully register what was happening, but the deafening sound of rushing wind was enough to give it away.
I'm falling.
Rose started to scream-it all felt so real. She flailed her arms around wildly, trying to grab something, anything, to break her fall.
My telekinesis! Rose though, She realized that she could use it on herself, to lift her body and stop her from falling.
Come on- Though she tried, her powers refused to work. Back into her frantic state, Rose whipped her head around, searching for her friend. But Callie was nowhere to be seen.
What the hell is happening? What could-
THUMP.
