Hi everyone! Here's the new story! This will be centering on Agent X and Agent Smith. You did not have to read my other stories in order to grasp this. If you haven't, I highly recommend checking those out, and Agent X and Agent Smith are my OCs in the MCU. Enjoy! :)
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1999
My birth name is Lily Johnson, but I despise that name. I've been stuck here held captive for four years now. Right now I'm here, trying desperately to find some loophole, some way to get out. I have power inhibitors on most of the time, not by choice mind you, and the only time they get taken off is when they want to experiment on me.
It's been four year. Four whole years since I've seen my little sister. Daisy. Skye. Whichever name you want to call her by, I lost her. I told her I would never let her go. I promised her that I would keep her safe. She'll be 10 now, if she's even alive, and she probably despises me.
They told me that she's safe as long as I cooperate. I don't buy that. But they're not lying. I have three powers, a rare occurrence in any inhuman, from what I've been told. I have super healing, super speed, and the ability to view the memories of both people and objects. And I know, objects don't have memories. But anything that's happened in front of that object, I can see. If only I could do that now. I would've been out of here long ago.
I tried testing these stupid cuffs again, but it won't work. I know that. I'm weaker than ever, as they only feed me enough to keep me alive. I'm also severely dehydrated. And a single blow from one of them could knock me out.
I used to keep fighting, hopeful that I could get out. And after that I thought I could just try and cooperate, preserve my life so I could find Skye. And then I gave up, realizing that there's no way to get out. So I fight them with my defiance. Not trying to harm them really, because let's be honest, I couldn't harm a fly right now. Just trying not to give them the satisfaction of my cooperation. I thought I could try and stay alive, but I don't care if I die anymore. You know what? Bring it on. I'm ready. I've been ready.
My thoughts were interrupted when he walked in. Samuel Ellington. I despise him with every fiber of my being, and I often want to wipe that smug grin off his ugly face. Just looking at him makes me want to gag. He had a few strands of long, greasy hair, that he combed back, as if that made him handsome or something. He had a thin, long face, that was often displaying a sadistic grin, as it was now.
"Time for more exercises." he said joyfully. I rolled my eyes.
"Joy." I said sarcastically, my voice hoarse and dry. He punched me in the gut, the fake joy in his eyes draining. That's better, much less disconcerting.
"Don't give me attitude or you'll regret it." he said, his bad breath hitting me in the fac,e making me want to pass out right there.
"That's what you said last time. You're not going to do anything to me. You need me. You guys aren't smart enough to figure out what you want to know from your 'exercises', so you'll keep me around for as long as that takes you. Also, brush your teeth, would you?" I said, callign his bluff.
He uncuffed me and dragged me roughly by the arm, glaring at me. I winced. My arms are already covered in bruises, one more won't matter.
"Today we're trying something new." he said, grinning again.
"Care to enlighten me?" I asked, faking a smile. He punched me in the ribs, causing me to double over.
"You're going to stop giving that attitude, or I will find much worse methods of keeping you in line." he threatened, before his fake smile was plastered on again. "Now. You're going to run on that treadmill as fast as you can. And if you're running too slowly, we're going to turn the electric shocks on. Understood?" he said.
I shrugged. "Mmkay." He glared at me, shoving me into a small room with a treadmill in it and cuffs that immediately chained themselves to my legs. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, and 413?" he asked, referring to me by the code they've classified me with for the past four years. "Your sister is dead." he said nonchalantly, before walking out into the observation room.
"Go." came a mechanical voice. But I was frozen still. They killed her? I'm going to kill every last one of them, no matter what it takes.
"We said to go." Ellington said from the observation room, sending painful shocks up my legs and into the rest of my body. I screamed in pain before ripping them off. The news of my sister's death sending a surge of anger through me, and with it, adrenaline.
I exited the room, slamming the door shut, and grabbing the nearest gun. I walked calmly into the observation room before shooting every guard there in the heart. Then I approached Samuel.
"You killed her. She did nothing and YOU KILLED HER." I shouted, shoving him against a wall and aiming the gun straight for his head. And I shot. But then I heard the sirens blaring. I don't know what's going on, but I don't have time to finish the job. So I bolted, taking several guns with me and many knives.
I quickly exited the building, using my powers to find my way out of this twisted maze. I saw agents walking in from where I was hiding, wearing familiar uniforms. SHIELD uniforms.
"Sapphire. Take your sister. Leave. If you ever find SHIELD again, you can trust them. Okay? Ask for a man named Phil Coulson. He'll make sure you're safe. Okay? Please. Keep yourselves safe." said Nancy Lin. The Lins were SHIELD agents that had taken my sister and me in as their own. And we were happy with them for a year before they were killed by these people.
I remember exactly what she said. She was like my mother, much better of a mother than my own had been. We were only with them for a year, but I trusted her with my life, and Skye's life too.
I'd never met Phil Coulson. I just know that I trust Nancy and Austin, and they trust him. So I'll go with it. I'm assuming he's an agent, but I don't know.
"Stop! Stop running. We're not going to hurt you." I heard a voice say, noticing me. My eyes widened and I ran even faster, trying to get away from them. I got outside, breathing in fresh air for the first time in years, and then it hit me. It was night, and the stars were out and the moon was full and round. I haven't seen the stars in four years. I haven't breahted in fresh air in four years.
And then I started to cry, because I hadn't let myself think about how hopeless my situation had been. And it's somewhat of a miracle that I managed to break out of there. Of course, this could all be a setup by them. But even if it is, I am going to savor this while I can.
I cried and cried until finally a few agents caught up to me. There was a young caucasian man who had brown hair and kind green eyes, and a young asian woman with black hair and happy brown eyes.
I got up and looked them over, my eyes turning a deep sapphire blue as I accessed their memories. The man had 3 guns. Holster at his waist, arm, and boot. The woman had 4 guns and two knives, Holsters at her waist, legs, and arms.
"Get rid of all your weapons." I said, aiming my gun. They did so without question, except the woman kept one in her sleeve. "All weapons. Including the one in your sleeve." I said. Her eyes widened ever so slightly but nobody else would've noticed it. She did as she was told.
"I knew two agents. Nancy and Austin Lin. They told me to ask for someone named Phil Coulson if I ever ran into SHIELD again." I said.
"Well, I'm Phil Coulson." The man said. I narrowed my eyes.
"Identification." I said. He looked at me skeptically. "I know agents keep ID on them all the time. Show me." I said through gritted teeth. I'm 16 not stupid.
He brought it out and showed it to me. Indeed he is Phil Coulson. I put away the gun and looked at the woman. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Agent Melinda May." she said, analyzing me. "Why are you here?" she asked gently.
"They were experimenting on me." I told them, leaving out many details.
"So you're inhuman." Phil said. He looked to be only 4-5 years older than me. Same with Melinda.
"Maybe." I said vaguely.
"Do you have a name?" he asked.
"That's not important." I said. They glanced at each other and shrugged.
"Do you know where your parents are?" Melinda asked.
"Nancy and Austin are dead." I said bluntly.
"They aren't your parents, not unless- wait a minute. You're Sapphire? Where's your sister? Skye was it?" he asked.
"I'm Sapphire. Skye is dead. Let's just say I wish my birth parents were dead too." I muttered.
"Okay. We're going to take you back to the hub now." Melinda said. Coulson told everyone to come back out and we boarded the plane. I stared out the window and it really started to sink in.
Skye is dead. I basically raised her from when she was a newborn. I was six and my parents were about to put her through terrigenesis like they had done to me when I was a baby too. They wanted us to use our powers so they could take over. I mean, Jaiyang and Cal.
So I took her and ran before they could. They hunted us down, having so many inhumans searching for us. But I fought them all off. For five years I protected her on my own. I met a boy once. I was 10. Skye was 4. He was also 10. I called him blondie and he pretended to hate it. Even though he really didn't.
I sighed. Then came along Nancy and Austin. They found us and took us in, earning my trust. But then some inhumans had found us. They killed them because they were fighting to protect us. So we ran again. And just one month later, when I was 12, I was kidnapped when they caught me off guard and Skye- I never knew where she was. I'm going to find her though.
Even if I'm searching for a dead body. I will find her. May came and sat next to me.
"How are you doing?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Fine. I'm going to find that man and kill him." I said darkly.
"We already took him into custody." She said, giving me a concerned look.
"I know." I said.
"I know you hate him for everything that he did to you, but killing him isn't the answer." she told me.
"Oh yeah? Well he killed my innocent little sister who did absolutely nothing. She didn't even have powers yet. And they just killed her for no reason." I spat.
"Listen. I don't think your sister is dead. Think logically. They were not expecting you to escape today. So they would not get rid of their leverage against you to cooperate. I'm willing to bet that she's alive somewhere and they were going to inform you of this tomorrow. They probably wanted to stimulate the adrenaline rush you would feel in a normal scenario, especially if they were trying to replicate your powers." She said. I looked at her skeptically.
"Tell me. Are you saying that because you mean it? Or because you pity me?" I asked her.
"I mean it. I think there's a very high chance that she's still alive somewhere. Also, from what we've found, their funding was running low, so they wouldn't be keeping her inhouse. We also got traces of memory erasing serums. So it's highly possible that she's at an orphanage somewhere with no memories of you." She said. I smiled slightly and hugged her. She seemed a little surprised but went with it anyway.
"Thank you." I said. She smiled back. And then Coulson came over.
"We're about to land. Once we get in there, you're going to have to talk to two people. One of them is Agent Nick Fury. And the other is Director Peggy Carter. Nick is kind of cold hearted, but you'll love Peggy. You kind of remind me of her." He said, smiling.
"So why do I have to talk to this Fury guy if I'm already going to be talking the Director? I mean, it's a little redundant and a massive waste of time and effort to have me repeat it." I said.
"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but we need to make sure you're not suffering any brain damage and/or twisting the story at all. It's not that we think you're lying, it's just that we have to double check that you're not." he said.
I nodded. "Okay. I get it." I said. He sighed.
"Oh good. Most people take high offense to that." he said.
"Eh. I basically raised myself and my sister from when I was six. I don't trust people easily either. In fact, the only reason I trust you guys is because I trusted Austin and Nancy. And they trust you." I said nonchalantly, looking out the window.
I saw them share a look out of the corner of my eye.
"They're not dead. They stopped working for SHIELD because they were too badly hurt to keep working, but they're alive. We can take you to see them one of these days if you want." May said.
"They're not? But- I saw them die." I said quietly, looking at them. But as I entered their memories, I saw that they were indeed alive.
"Why did your eyes just turn blue?" Coulson asked.
I shrugged. "I don't trust you guys that much." I said. They shared another look.
"Okay. Well, Director Carter and Agent Fury are going to ask about that. And they're not going to take that for an answer. But you can trust them." May told me.
"I don't care if they want answers. They're only going to get the ones I want to give and nothing more." I said.
"Alright. Just don't underestimate them." Coulson advised.
"I think you guys are underestimating me." I said. And then the plane landed. We got off and I quickly analyzed every detail of the Hub, trying to get a visual of where everything is.
"Well, let's go get you cleaned up and all that, and you can talk to them after lunch." May said. I shrugged and nodded. I also realized that I'm taller than her. Four years younger, much skinnier, but about five inches taller. I wish I could shrink though, I don't like to be noticed, I prefer to stay in the shadows. Where I know everyone but nobody knows me. I haven't looked at myself in a while. Four years actually. I barely remember what I look like.
I know I have long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Well, most of the time. My eyes change to a dark sapphire blue when I'm using my powers. I'm going to have to get my hands on some color contacts so you can't notice it.
"Here. These should fit you. It might be a little loose, but once you eat some more and get healthier, this size should fit you fine. There are showers in there." May told me. I nodded and went in there. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I guess I would consider myself pretty. I mean, if I wasn't pale and ghostly looking. MY skin is naturally medium toned, but right now it looks very light. And I'm skinny. Too skinny.
Basically I have zero fat on my body, instead just tightly packed muscles everywhere. Any food they gave me served two purposes. Firstly to keep me alive, and the second was to make sure I had energy for their 'experiments'. I got in the shower and then changed.
It was supposed to be a tight fitting exercise shirt with the SHIELD logo on the back. But on me it hung loose. She had also given me a pair of tight yoga pants. These fit pretty well. At least they stayed on my waist. Before, I had been wearing the same pair of pants for the past four years. They were basically capris at this point. I distastefully threw those away, along with the t-shirt I had been wearing there as well.
She had given me a bra. About my size. Which is good, because I don't think I know what bra size I am anyway. I never exactly got the chance to find out. So I changed and walked out, where May was sitting there doing some paperwork. SHe looked up at me.
"Okay. That was fast." she commented. I shrugged. I've never taken long showers. Ever. Never been able to. "So what do you want to eat? I'll take you to the cafeteria and you can pick from there." she said, and we started walking.
After a moment's silence I looked at her. "So what's going to happen to me after this? I can't stay here forever." I said. She looked at me.
"Well, you have a few options. We can send you to an SHIELD orphanage, which a place for kids in danger like you. Or can you stay and train to become an agent. That's what the Director is hoping for. I already submitted my report and she says that you'd make a very good agent." she told me.
"I think I might just take you guys up on that offer." I said, thinking about it. Becoming an agent would give me better access to finding Skye. More freedom.
"Well that was an easy decision." she said. I didn't respond. I'm not going to reveal my true motives. Not yet.
"Okay. So we have sandwiches. Turkey, Ham, Veggie. We also have Salads and pasta." she told me.
"Whatever you like better. I'm not picky. More often than not I've lived off of bread and fruit." I told her.
"Okay. Well, I like the Veggie sandwich. Sound good to you?" she asked. I nodded.
"Sounds good." I said. She smiled and got me one and one for herself. We were eating mostly in silence before she looked at me curiously.
"So. How old are you?" she asked.
"16." I said.
"Oh. So yeah, you could begin training for SHIELD right now if you wanted to." she told me. "Legal age is 16."
I tilted my head. "So. How does that work exactly?" I asked. She looked at me.
"Well, you'll have a partner. That partner is most likely who you'll end up being paired with for the rest of your career, unless you request a change. You and your partner will be paired based on skill. We're going to have a skills test for everyone one week from today for all the new recruits. After talking to the director, I can explain everything else." she said. We went downstairs into what I'm guessing is Agent Fury's office.
"Okay. I think Agent Coulson will probably end up taking you down to the Director's office when you're done here. I'll see you later." she said. I smiled.
"Okay. Bye." I replied. Then I looked at this guy. Nick Fury. I accessed his memories, making sure to keep my eyes blue for the remainder of the time that we'll be talking. He looked to be maybe in his early 30s.
"I need you to tell me everything they did to you there." he said simply, cutting straight to the chase.
"Their motive was to replicate the inhuman gene and to figure out how it works. So they experimented on me. In multiple different ways. I have two powers. Super speed and super healing. That's very rare amongst inhumans in general." I said. He nodded. "So they would do things like intentionally injure me in various different ways, recording how long it took me to heal. And then, with that, they would also put me on treadmills often as well. They would try to simulate adrenaline rushes that I would feel if actually in a life endangering situation. But instead of just injecting me with it, they would electrocute me to get my natural adrenaline going." I said.
"And they were doing that for four years." he said.
"Yeah. THey would vary it sometimes. Like instead of stabbing my arm they would try my leg and see if the healing rate slowed or anything." I said nonchalantly.
"How much were you fed?" he asked.
"Once a week, if that. And it was mostly protein drinks. Just enough to keep me alive and give me energy for their experiments." I said bitterly.
"And you have a little sister?"
"Dead." I said coldly. I don't trust this guy that much. And I get the feeling that if he knows my true motives for joining SHIELD, he'll make sure that I don't get any opportunities to search.
"Alright. You're 16?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do you know any of their names?"
"Yes. Samuel Ellington. Skinny, pale, gross, stringy black hair. Bad breath. That guy. HE was the head of operations. Evan Marcus was the head scientist. Davian Elmers was the head of security. Those are the names I know." I said.
"Okay. Now explain to me why your eyes are blue when both reports from Agent Coulson and Agent May state that your eyes are brown." he said, giving me a hard stare.
"My eyes change color to blue when I'm nervous. It's part of the whole inhuman thing." I lied easily. These people know next to nothing about inhumans, so it's not hard to make up random stuff.
"Okay then." he said. "You can go now." he said. I shrugged and left his office. Not bothering to wait for anyone to find me.
I know this Hub inside and out now. I accessed Fury's memories, and bam. Every place in this building has now been revealed to me.
I walked over to the Director's office and the door was open. So I walked in and sat. The lady behind the desk was in her late 70s, but she didn't look old at all. Her hair only had slight grays, she wasn't wrinkly, and her eyes were sharp and piercing. Overall though, she looked very kind. She looked like I could trust her. But looks can be deceiving.
"Hello. I'm Peggy." she said.
"Hi." I said.
"What's your name?" she asked. I shrugged and she raised an eyebrow. "Do you not have one?"
"I have one. I just prefer not to share it." I said. She tilted her head.
"But Agent May and Agent Coulson know it?" she asked. "Who else?"
"Nancy and Austin Lin. But they won't tell you." I said. She looked at me skeptically.
"You're one of the girls they took in. Where's the other?"
"Dead." I said coldly. Her eyes softened a little.
"I'm sorry for your loss." she said, and it sounded very genuine. I was slightly surprised at this. Looking into her memories, I saw exactly why.
"You lost somebody too." I said.
She smiled slightly. "Very perceptive. But yes, I did. He died a soldier. He fought until the end. You may have heard of him actually? Captain America? Agent Coulson is slightly obsessed with him." she said, smiling.
"I've heard of him. I didn't know that SHIELD existed back then." I said.
"It didn't. I founded it a little after he died. And it was originally the SSR. But enough about me. How about you? I'm not going to ask you to repeat everything you already told Agent Fury. Just things about the future. I'm assuming Agent May told you about your options?" she said.
I nodded. "Yeah. I want to train to become an agent." I told her. She smiled.
"I was hoping you'd say that. You're smart. Smarter than most senior agents that work here. I see great potential in you." She said. I smiled back. "Well, Agent May is waiting for you outside. She'll show you where you're sleeping and all that."
"Okay." I said, getting up. I was about to shut the door behind me when she spoke up again.
"Oh, Sapphire? We'll find your sister. I promise. And if anyone asks, you have a top secret identity. I say that people should call you Agent X." she said. I glanced back at her and left.
I'm surprised she knew that much about me. I know that May and Coulson didn't tell her. So how she knew is beyond me.
I shrugged it off and May was there. She looked like she was deep in thought but when I approached her she looked at me and gestured for me to follow her.
"Here are the recruits' bunks. Next to you is James Smith. He came from similar circumstances as you. Living on the streets. Other side is where the elevator is." she said. Just then this James person walked out of his bunk.
My eyes widened, as did his. We know each other. We know each other well.
"Blondie?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows.
"Blue? What happened to you? Also, you're still going to call me that?" he asked.
"You two know each other?" May asked. We looked at her.
"Well, yeah." I said. She smiled slightly and shook her head.
"Teenagers." she muttered. "Well I'm going to finish some work. You two have until 9 to catch up. It's 3 right now. Also, you'll find clothes in the closet." she said before turning and leaving.
I smiled. "Okay, thanks." I said. Then I looked at James. He's grown over the past 6 years, but despite that, his light blue eyes and honey blonde hair are still the same.
"So. Where's Skye?" He asked curiously.
I pulled him into some random closet and scanned the room for cameras. I'm not going to tell him when there are other people there to witness.
"She's missing. I have to fill you in on a lot. So basically, Nancy and Austin made us run because there were more inhumans looking for us. So we ran and a month later I was kidnapped and they didn't tell me what happened to her. I only got out of there today, and I had thought she was dead because early in the morning, like 2 ish, they told me she was dead. And now I found out she's alive. So I'm going to train in the agency, work for this agency, simply because it'll help me find her. I have no intention of aiding these people if it hinders my search. I mean, I like May and Coulson, and the director is pretty cool too, but I have to find Skye first." I told him in a hushed tone.
"Okay. Well, while we're here, I might as well fill you in. So basically, after you disappeared, I took Natalie to the orphanage. I dropped her off there because she was just a baby and there were people after me for god knows what reason and I couldn't have her getting hurt. So after that, I was kind of depressed and didn't really try to stay alive. And the years passed and it turns out Natalie had run away from the orphanage before I snuck in to see her, and then SHIELD happened to catch me stealing from one of their safe boxes. And here I am." he said.
Natalie was his little sister. She was three, so she'd be 9 now. Only a year younger than Skye. They loved playing together. They really did. And then I got kidnapped and that all went down the drain.
"Do you know where she is?" I asked him. He looked down.
"She died. I saw her body. So I buried her and moved on. She looked like she had starved to death." he said quietly.
"James, I- I'm so sorry." I said. And it was genuine, because I know what that pain feels like. I know it better than most.
"It's fine. I just wish I got to say goodbye first." he said. My eyes starting tearing up a little. I wish that with every breath I take, that I at least got to say goodbye to Skye, maybe apologize for giving her such a crappy life. I sighed.
"Well, we should probably get out of here." He said tiredly.
"Yeah." I replied. And so we did. We exited the room and walked down the corridor.
"So I assume you're not planning on telling anyone here your real name?" he asked.
"Nope. For some reason the director knows, but nobody told her. So she told me that everyone will call me 'agent X' from now on. But I suppose you don't have to." I said, musing.
"You never did tell me what your birth name was." He said.
"Lily. Lily Johnson. But I despise that name with every fiber of my being. Call me by it and I will stab you." I threatened. And this guy has the nerve to laugh.
"I know. Believe me, I won't." He said, smiling.
"Glad we're on the same page Blondie." I said. He grinned.
"Yup. Question. Did I never tell you my last name?" he asked me.
"Nope. But I know it now." I said, smirking.
"Well duh. So. You're going to train to be an agent here?"
"Of course. I love living a life of danger." I said, plastering on a fake smile. He laughed a little.
"Oh yeah. Hopefully we end up as partners. I feel like we would crush the competition." he said.
"Oh you know we would." I replied.
"So Blue? How are you going to explain the whole blue eyes thing?" He asked. Man. Even after six years this kid can see right through me.
"Color contacts. Brown color contacts." I said, smirking.
"And how do you plan on getting those?" He asked, a grin on his face as he clearly knew the answer.
"Oh, I don't know. I mean, you used to be really good at stealing but maybe you've lost your touch." I said, challenging him.
"Please. If anything, I've gotten better." He said, smirking.
"Prove it." I told him, smirking back.
"You're on."
(LATER)
One successful mission later I have on a pair of dark brown color contacts. He smirked at me.
"So did I prove it?" He asked.
"Yes. Yes you did." I said, smiling. "Now. What to do?" I asked.
"I don't know. We could go down to the gym and spar? But then again. Maybe you've lost your touch." he challenged.
"Ha! As if." I said. "Let's go. And I'll show you just how much better I've gotten."
"I'll have you know that I've improved too." he said indignantly.
"That's nice Blondie. But with that nickname it's hard to take you seriously." I said, grinning.
"Why that nickname?" He asked, exasperated. "It could've been anything, but nooooo. You chose the most embarrassing one."
I smirked. "Yup."
He rolled his eyes. "Let's just soar. Look, the gym is right down the hall." He said.
I smiled. "Cool beans." I said.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Cool beans?"
"Just go with it." I said. He shrugged.
"Okay." He said.
I smirked and we went to the gym to spar. When I got in there my jaw dropped. It's brilliant.
It's huge, bigger than Bay Area I've ever seen. There are punching bags, sparring mats, weapons of all sorts. It's beautiful.
He smirked. "I knew you would love it." He said.
"I do. I really do." I said, touching my hand to my heart lightly.
"Well? You wanna spar or what?" He asked. And then we raced towards the mat and began to spar.
We were fighting for a few hours nonstop, as we were too equally matched, when May came in and interrupted us.
We looked at her, both of us sweaty and tired. "You two are insane. I wasn't even this obsessed." She told us. "Anyway. You guys should eat some dinner. I'm not going to remind you from here on out, I just think that you two need some nutrition. I'm also going to recommend you two to be partners." She said, smiling.
And then she walked out. "And you guys might want to shower." She added, not turning around. We grinned at each other.
"Thanks May!" He called out. She didn't respond, but I think I saw her smile as she left.
We went to shower and then we met up again to head over to dinner.
I think I'm going to like it here. Even though it'll be short. I'm finding Skye and I'm not resting until I do.
