AN: I started writing this baby whilst going through the Bucky/OC archive here on and not finding a story with a WELL-WRITTEN female character. Tons of strong female characters (THIS IS A GOOD THING), just none with personality traits other than a. awesome powers, b. weak on the inside, and c. has to be saved by Bucky/overpowered by Bucky. This would be ok if it was a couple of stories, but all of them? I got so frustrated that I just started writing my own thing. This is kind of a prologue, bear with me, but IF I GET POSITIVE REVIEWS I SWEAR I'LL WRITE A CHAPTER THAT INTRODUCES BUCKY TODAY. I got the idea for the agent file from this movie called Prince of the City, (about police corruption), and they did this really cool thing where they introduced the new characters by showing their police record or resume. I just tweaked it a little bit here for my purposes. And while Flo is an witch with powers from American Horror Story: Coven, none of the Coven characters will be in here. Just using the powers, places, and names from Coven. Also a little Supernatural sprinkled in there, yafeelme? I did get the title from a song in Awesome Mix Vol. 1!
LOL ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: Neither Marvel, AHS, Prince of the City, Supernatural, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", or anything recognizable in this story belong to me. I only play with the characters, and none of my OC where based off of a real-life person, blah blah blah blah xD
3 years earlier
"Florence Axwell, you are under arrest for the murder of Edward Axwell and Anne Norton. You have the right to a lawyer and the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law"
FLASHBACK
"LET ME GO!" Flo screamed, grasping at walls and furniture as her father dragged her outside. Her mother impassively watched over, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips.
Her head was forced into the water of the backyard pool, her arms clawing at her father, her mind going fuzzy from lack of oxygen. Water rushed into her eyes and her nose and her throat, choking her with its unrelenting assault.
"Shut it, you little bitch. No one cares about your cries" He grinned.
"And no one's coming to help you." He yanked her out by the roots of her hair, throwing her against the concrete ground.
She cowled against the cold stone, crying out into the cold winter wind, gasping for air.
His steel-toed boot rammed into her ribs, a blow that blasted pain throughout her torso, that forced a sickly, rust tasting liquid from her mouth.
Before he could kick her again, she twitched her fingers.
His spinal cord broke in half with his body.
Her mother finally showed emotion, screaming, breaking the glass doors that led to the backyard, grabbing at the two separate parts of her husband.
Her daughter cradled her stomach, her already dark hair darkening with the pooled blood of her parents.
END FLASHBACK
Jail cells weren't all that uncomfortable. She could hear the cops arguing about something, the smell of shitty coffee occasionally wafting in. Her cellmates were all in some state of passed out or hammered, the dark cage silent. Her hair was still sticky, she noted. Thinking about what was in it made her want to throw up. She stopped.
She glanced at her shackled hands and the blood underneath her fingernails. The door jarred open. Flo looked up.
A slight man with a kind smile stepped into the room. He hadn't said a word, but his very presence made her want to obey; he had a kind of aura that forced you to his will.
"Ms. Axwell?"
"That's me." Her voice was low and husky from being choked not 3 hours earlier.
"Come with me." Against her better judgement, she followed him.
The police officers let them walk out of the station, no talk about her trial or being charged.
"While I'm quite thankful you got me out of there, who the fuck are you?" A corner of his mouth turned up.
"My name is Phil Coulson, and I'd like to talk to you about SHIELD."
"To put it simply, I want you to join SHIELD. As a working agent. After the destruction of the Triskelion, we are in need of agents with… special talents. You'll be safe with us."
"What am I going to do? Are you going to let me run around, then one day decide to cut me up and study me in some, I don't know, stainless steel lab?"
"I want you to come work for me. For us. For your country. You'll be with other people like you. We will clear all criminal charges, give you a clean state."
She accepted.
Flo packed up her few belongings, the dingy studio apartment cloaking her in darkness. Her powers tingled within her, comforting her with the sheer knowledge that she could massacre everyone in the fucking building if she had to.
A sleek black Lincoln picked her up, growling quietly in the night. She thought of her parents' house, abandoned, a crime scene, the broken glass doors, the pool with water stained with blood. Florence breathed out the visions of what she had done. If she looked too hard, it would all come back, and she would be stuck in her mind, watching herself dying.
The nightlife of New York passed silently behind the tinted windows of the car.
Coulson took her to a building almost out of a superhero movie, gleaming with chrome and sleek lines. Flo apathetically got out, no emotion on her face as she smoothed out her damp, stained black dress.
"Welcome to SHIELD, Ms. Axwell."
FLASHBACK
Her mother's heels hitting the marble floor was the only sound of goodbye an 11 year-old Florence was given. A nearby vase trembled on its pedestal, tears gathering in the young girl's eyes.
"Come with me." The headmistress lead her to a wing of the mansion with triple-bolted, thick iron doors. A brass plaque clearly labeled it as the "Telekinetic Ward".
"Welcome to your new home."
END FLASHBACK
The tour, signing the contract, everything passed in a blur of sounds and people. For all she knew, she could've just signed away her soul to the Devil. The blood in her hair pasted it to the back of her pale neck, her clothes becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.
No one saw her as she was led to a glinting steel room of her own, complete with guns, and SHIELD-issue knives, and an official uniform. She tossed the uniform to the bottom of her closet, and hung up her black clothing instead.
In another room, Director Phil Coulson entered the contents of a newly drawn up file into the SHIELD database.
SHIELD OFFICIAL EMPLOYEE FILE
Name: Florence Axwell
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Position: Field Agent (Activated)
Abilities: Telekinesis, Human Puppetry (extension of Telekinesis), Pyrokinesis, Divination, Descensum (The ability to "descend into one's personal Hell" UNTESTED)
Federal Record: Charged with 2 counts of murder, CLEARED
School: Ms. Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, New Orleans, Louisiana
Next Of Kin: Edward Axwell (father) DECEASED, Anne Norton (mother) DECEASED. No other Next Of Kin.
Hope you guys liked it. I did a copious amount of research for this baby, and please review if you liked it! I can't write another chapter if you don't tell me you liked it via review. SO REVIEW! :)