I really only own my OC and if I did own the other characters, I probably wouldn't be writing this.
Chapter One
All I remember is the noise. The terrifying, loud, sound of the explosion that I had started. My 8 -year –old- mind was too concentrated on getting out to realize that to get out, I would have to be alive.
The next thing I remember is the pain. The parts of the roof hitting my body, the throbbing from my right arm, and the shards of glass digging in to my bare feet as I stumbled up the stairs to the roof of the laboratory.
The last thing I remember was the feeling of relief. As I got up to the roof the bad people in the white coats started coming closer and closer to me saying things like," Back away from the edge please," or "It's okay sweetie, we won't hurt you". They always say that. If I did allow them to come closer they would have immediately tackled me because of my superhuman strength and beat me up as much as they wanted because of my fast healing capabilities. So I kept backing up towards the edge and did the only thing I could do.
I jumped.
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As soon as I started falling I let my wings, the six foot wingspan that was genetically grafted onto my back, out from under the white, thin, cotton hospital robe that smelled of the antiseptic that they used in the laboratory. I have flown one other time and I crash -landed in a big pine tree about 500 feet outside of the lab's gates. This time I wasn't so lucky, I crash- landed in the middle of a forest right next to a tree. I can tell you it hurt a lot more because this time, I was knocked unconscious as soon as I hit the ground.
When I woke up I was in a room that smelled like the labs. I did the only logical thing an 8 year old girl would do; I panicked. As I started flailing around a young woman with short blond hair rushed to me and said in a light British accent, " It's okay sweetheart, we won't hurt you we are the good guys,"
I quickly yelled out," That's what they all say!" and continued my pathetic display of defiance. I almost immediately stopped when an older looking man wearing a black suit and a tie walked in and asked, "What's your name?"
No one had ever asked me that. It was what normal humans said to one another, and by no standards was I a regular human. I was a lab rat used for science. Instead of giving him my name, I gave him my number. "Experiment one-zero-six-three- five" It was what went in my file, my writs band, and on the clip board. The man and woman gave me the most pitying look on the world.
" Not your number your name, like mine is Agent Phil Coulson and this is Agent Jemma Simmons" he said as he gestured to the two of them. " You can pick one if you would like".
" Alexandra" I muttered. " I saw it on my file once,"
The man looked more interested then before, " Did you see any other names? Like a last name or your parents names?"
The laboratory never let us near our file and almost never talked to us. " Of course not! That would be breaking the rules!" I shouted in disbelief.
" Do you think blowing up the place is breaking the rules too?" Agent Coulson said with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
I didn't need to answer because the smirk on my face said it all. I decided I liked this Agent Coulson guy.
This is my first fanfiction and I have had these ideas in my head FOREVER! I finally decided to try my hand at writing. If you could review with some tips or tings you want to see in the plot that would be AMAZING!
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