AN: This is one of my first stories. I welcome all reviews and suggestions. I may even take recommendations as to what to put in the next chapter. As always, thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or any characters, plot twists, settings, etc. All I have is Violet.
I looked at my surroundings, still astounded how I ended up in the situation. Not even 24 hours ago I had been a normal girl, normal school, normal life. The dimly lit hallways of my school that I was so used to seeing had been replaced with the glaringly bright lights of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. I had come home to find two men waiting for me in the driveway, a black SUV parked behind them and my mother sobbing hysterically between them.
I raced to her side, saying "Mom...Mom, look at me. What's wrong?" She had only been able to choke out one thing between her sobs.
"I'm so sorry, Violet. I love you, and I hope you can forgive me ."
I tried to coax more out of her, but the two men grabbed my arms, restraining me, saying "It's time to go, Miss Unari." I yelled and shrieked as loud as I could, demanding that they take me back to my Mom. They only responded by shoving me into the car, and I felt a slight jolt in my neck before the world turned black around me.
I woke up in a glaringly bright white room. I panicked, shouting and screaming once again, and I am even ashamed to admit that I pleaded and begged for the people I could not see to release me. I proceeded to sink to the floor and cry so hard I was left shaking. For what felt like hours I sat in that same position, alone in my thoughts, guessing what could have gotten me into so much trouble. I could think of nothing; I was just as ordinary as everyone else. I followed fashion trends, I wore my makeup the same way, I did my work like I was supposed too, and I even managed to stay on honor roll.
'What did I do to deserve this?' I thought, and as I considered it over again, a panel in the wall slid open, revealing a door that had been previously hidden. Two men stepped into the room, but they were not the same men from before. One of them was dressed in a black trench, turtle neck, and combat boots. He had an eye patch over one eye, and while I normally would have made so many a bald jokes, the icy one-eyed glare he sent me and the gun strapped to his hip were powerful deterents. The other man was similarly dressed. He wore a black vest like top and black cargo pants, but his skin was tan when the other man's was dark and his shirt showed off his toned arms. He was clearly supposed to be the muscle. His brown hair was cut in a practical way, out of his eyes, which stared me down in an unreadable expression. I felt like a bug under a magnifying glass, the way they were watching me.
"Sit", the eyepatch man said, gesturing to a white table and chairs in the center of the room. His voice, deep and commanding, astounded me with how emotionless he sounded. I still wasn't certain that they weren't going to kill me, so I stood up and sat in the chair farthest away from them. Eyepatch man sat in the chair opposite me, and Muscles stood broodingly in the corner.
"I am Director Fury, this is Agent Barton", Eyepatch man introduced himself and Muscles.
"I'm Violet Unari", I said , trying to be civil.
"I know who you are", Director Fury said, and from within his coat he took out a thin file. He set it down on the table and flipped it open. On the inside was a sheet with words I couldn't read upside down, and a picture of a baby. I stared at the picture, my stomach jolting in a twist of recognition.
"That's...me", I said aloud, the truth of what I said still not processing in my mind.
"Yes. Violet Maria Unari, aka Test subject Alpha. Age: 15. Appearance: Brown hair, shoulder length, green eyes, 5'10." Director Fury listed my description off the sheet with cool detachment. He flipped to the next page, and read again. "Name: Violet (undetermined) Unari, aka test subject Alpha." He stared at me pointedly when he said this. "Age: 6 months. Purpose: genetic research. Subject displays potential for project Bind. Parental consent has been provided. Testing shall begin immediately." Apparently satisfied he had said enough, Director Fury stopped reading and stared me down, taking in my reaction to his words.
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, none of that making sense to me. "What is that even supposed to mean to me? I've never even heard of project Bind or test subject Alpha or whatever else is in that damned file of yours!" I was practically screaming, again, at this point, but Director Fury only sighed like I was being a stubborn child.
"Director, may I?" Agent Barton spoke up.
"Be my guest", Director Fury said, giving Agent Barton his seat.
"Violet, fifteen years ago, S.H.I.E.L.D was working on a project. We believed it could change many lives and lead to the benefit of society." I rolled my eyes at this. Of course they would use some kind of stereotypical explanation to justify what this. Agent Barton glared at me before resuming his story. "Anyway, as it was being tested, project Bind as it was known, encountered a slight drawback. It required a very specific DNA code to be activated. Something about the test subject requiring abnormally strong DNA. S.H.I.E.L.D looked all over the globe for people who had the right code, and we could only find you. You were six months old at the time. Your biological Mother was in a bad financial situation, so S.H.I.E.L.D payed her a large sum of money to let us experiment on you, trying to determine what made your DNA special and what effects project Bind would have on your development. Your Mom also signed an agreement that let her take you home to live a normal childhood, but fifteen years later, when the effects of the experiment would begin to show, S.H.I.E.L.D would be given legal custody of you to complete the test and resume experimentation." Agent Barton looked at me with an expression bordering on pity; I hated it. "Today is exactly fifteen years after the first testing was commenced, so welcome to your new home."
I couldn't think clearly at this point. My head was swimming with what I had just been told. Not only was I being wrenched away from my Mother and the life I had known for as long as I could remember, but I was expected to live here and be their lab rat. And my Mom had known. She had known for fifteen years and had never breathed a word about it to me.
"No way in hell!" I screamed, my first reaction being anger. " I would rather die before I willingly let you people make me some kind of freak experiment.I will not be your lab rat!" I hid my secondary reaction, fear and shock, as best I could, but I could tell that neither of them were fooled by my show of defiance. Director Fury stared me down.
"You don't have a choice." He said, and with that, Agent Barton, quick as a whip, lunged across the table and knocked out.
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