A/N: Hey y'all this is my new fanfic. It's a little side adventure to the Agents of Shield plot line, with my own oc. I own nothing but my ocs. R&R!
Chapter One
The wrong rights
"Do you understand Coulson?"
"Yes, I do."
"Very good, see you at the drop off." He nods to the blonde women on the screen before the image disappears. Agent Coulson frowned. He knew how his team would react to this new mission, and that's something he knew he had to deal with. Still, it won't be enjoyable giving the news. Coulson rises from leaning on his desk, and pressed a button.
"I want everyone in the briefing room."
Coulson folded his hands as his team assembled in front of him. May stood too his right, and at his nod brought up the mission file.
"This is Talia Fray." He said gesturing to the girl on screen. She was about fifteen with long brown hair pulled into a braid, and tanned skin. Emerald eyes glared at the screen and a dark blue hoodie was frayed through. "Talia is our 1-6-5." Simmons gasped as Fitz spoke up. "But sir, she's only fifteen-"
"Um, but what's a 1-6-5?" Skye questioned, her eyes slightly furrowed with worry.
"A 1-6-5 is a prisoner transfer." Ward quietly spoke.
"What? Why would SHIELD want a fifteen year old girl?" Skye demanded Coulson. "She's only a kid!"
"Talia is a special case, she is an significant asset. We have custody of her for her own safety. Talia just doesn't see it that way."
"Her own safety? Shouldn't she be able to decide about stuff like that? Isn't this illegal?" Skye argued.
"I agree, sir. This should not be ethical." Simmons added, concerned.
"It would be if, she did not have such a high criminal record." Coulson countered. He understood why this seemed so wrong to his team. But she is an important asset. Even if it is unwillingly.
"What did she do?" Ward asked.
"Mostly stealing, a pickpocket. But since we arrested her, the charges become more serious. That's why we are going to pick her up from the Sandbox and transfer her to the Fridge. She assaulted her guards. Sent two of them to the hospital."
"Why is she asset? She's not a genius or something right?" Fitz asked seriously as Simmons rolled her eyes.
"No, Talia has the ability of Precognition, and some supposed empathic capabilities."
Fitz and Simmons both share a look. "Sir, are you implying she can see the future."
"To some degree."
"That's awesome!" Skye exclaimed, before seeing the glare and gave a apologetic smile.
"But that can't be done." May commented.
"Well, anomalous processes of information or energy transfer that are currently unexplained in terms of known physical or biological mechanisms can indicate that the ability can be present." Simmons explained, not very clearly.
"Simmons, English. Please." Ward sighed.
"Well, Precognition could be a very advanced skill that deals with taking details to form a picture that happens later in the time stream."
"So, if she can do what you say she can, that's why people are after her?" May questioned.
"Yes, I could imagine several people who would want to exploit her."
"And that's not SHEILD is doing right? You did call her an asset." Skye asked.
"No, our first priority is helping her. The mental toll is high from her capability. She distrusts everyone instantly, and has a very black and white moral regard."
"So we have to transfer to the Fridge? Why?" Ward questioned.
"More secure location, she attacked her handler and we don't want anything to go wrong." Everyone nodded, more accepting of the idea. But still, even Coulson had hints of doubts about the orders. "Trust the system. May, start us up, we need to pick Miss Fray by Twenty-one hundred." May waited for everyone to disperse before voicing her thoughts.
"Sir, this girl won't prove a threat?"
"No. It'll be simple." May had a look of doubt but listened to Coulson, but left to start the plane. About three hours later, and with a gentle bump the plane landed at the sandbox. Coulson left his office with Ward and headed to the cargo bay. Simmons and Fitz left their lab and Skye was sitting on the stairs relaxing. As the Cargo doors lowered four people were waiting. Talia Fray with a scowl was sandwiched behind two large men, hands bound behind her back. The third was an impossibly thin and tall woman. Blonde hair pulled back into the tightest bun imaginable gave her face a sour look and grey chipped eyes were glowing with triumph.
"Agent Coulson."
"Agent Tiress."
"Talia, I want you to meet Agent Coulson." Talia glared at the floor but said nothing. Instantly Tiress changed and slapped Talia. Well, she would have but at the last second Talia ducked under. Then Tiress laughed. "Just a little joke. I never actually hit her. Talia always dodges it." Coulson didn't say anything. But Skye's face was tightened with anger.
"Tiress." Coulson finally ordered.
"Oh, very well. Come Talia." And grabbing her arm, started to drag the the girl forward. And that's when she strikes. Whipping her head back, it hit Tiress's temple with a crack. She jerked back with a cry, while the two men leaped forward. Dodging the first grab she snapped back with a kick that connected to the seconds stomach and he fell with an oomph. She leaped up, and brought her hands from under her feet to the front just in time to bang her fists into the first guard's face. Then with a feral smile, she turned and ran.
"Ward, May!" Coulson shouted as he raced after her. Simmons ran forward to doctor the fallen agents as May and Ward took off in pursuit. Coulson panted slightly as Talia ran to the distant car that drove her over. Ward however was slowly gaining. She seemed to realize that Ward was close and attempted to sprint faster. But with twenty feet left, Ward brought her down with a tackle at the legs. Both roll, but Talia jumps up first, just as Coulson and May arrive. With a snarl she puts her fists up, but when May and Ward drew their guns. She cursed before letting them drop.
"So, are you finally going to kill me?"