I couldn't say that I was excited to be on the ship of an intelligence organization. This place was swarming with special agents and soldiers, and today was the day that "top secret" personal were to board. Not to mention the size of the base, it was huge; I had gotten lost a couple of times in the last 2 days. All of it made me nervous. But I had agreed to come aboard.

And here I was in the small room they had given me, looking in the square wall mirror making sure my dark mahogany hair fell in curls that reached just below my shoulders. I lifted my bangs up with my left hand while with my right, I applied powder to my forehead. I put the brush down on the desk and looked back at my ovalish shaped face. I stood back and studied myself. My deep red boat neck sweater clung loosely to my shoulders, revealing a more prominent collarbone, and somehow flowed to my skinny jeans. Sighing, I looked down at the choice of boots I brought. It wasn't all that difficult, I had only brought a pair of black heeled boots complete with some buckles, and the rough looking brown suede, flat boots. I smiled at the brown boots; man, those boots have seen a lot with me. But I turned to the heels, sat on the twin size cot and started to put the left one on my foot when there was a knock at the door. "Emma? Are you up yet?" A man's voice called softly.

I smiled, "The door's open, Phil." The door slowly opened and there was Agent Phil Coulson in his black suit and ashen tie. His grey eyes were warm and he smiled at me as he stood in the doorway. "What do you think? Do heels make a good first impression?" I asked lifting up my foot.

"I think it depends, but I distinctly remember you wearing those when we first met and, if I do say so, I think they add a wonderful allure about you," he smiled as he sat on the bed next to me. I snorted a short laugh. I remembered when I met him.

It was little over a year ago.

The smell of espresso filled my nose while I sat at the two seated table in the corner next to a large window, which exposed the streets of Albany, New York. The small café was pretty empty except for a handful of persons, all of them on the other side of the shop. I liked this corner; it was away from the open portion of the coffee house as it was sheltered by the tall stock shelf of the store. The half-filled latté stood next to a turquoise Dell laptop on the table. This is where I often found myself during my free time. I leaned on my elbows and grabbed the cup in front of me, raised it to my lips and inhaled that wonderful aroma before I took a sip. I looked up, scanned the store slowly, and then turned my head to watch the busy life of the city outside. I fell back in my chair and sighed. Man, I should do something today I thought.

I sat like that for a while, observing the people that walked by. It was only when I noticed a man in a dark suit and necktie walking towards me when I drew my attention away from the outside. He looked like he was probably in his forties judging by his thin, balding head, but otherwise tidy, quite presentable. And his build was ordinary, but gave the appearance of working out every now and then. He held a small dark briefcase that swung at his side as he continued his way. Normally, I didn't mind saying hello to stranger walking by, but I never really wanted to start a conversation. I wasn't too fond of people. But this guy, this guy just fucking sits down at my table and closes my laptop. Shock over took me. What was this guy doing?

"Miss Blaser, I'm Agent Phil Coulson. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD," his grey eyes were bright as he extended his hand. It took me a second before I reached my right hand to shake his.

"I um…I'm sorry, what?" I was so confused. I was still trying to work through what just happened. I mean, a business man sat down at my table and said my name. Wait, this means he was stalking me. How long was he following me? I was only at my apartment today. Oh shit, does he know where I live? I clung to my coffee cup, unsure of how I was getting out of this.

"If you excuse me, I'd rather not start this until my partner shows up. He was right behind me, I'm not sure what's taking him so long…"he stated as he picked up my laptop and handed it to me. I looked down at it, looked at him, and back to the computer. While holding on to my cup with my left hand I took the device with my right. He offered his hand gesturing to the coffee cup. I scrunched up my face into a puzzled expression and gently handed him the cup. He took it and sat there, watching at me. "You might want to put that away in your bag" he replied to my face.

"Oh. Right, sure…" I mumbled as I reached for my backpack. While I stuffed my laptop into the bag, Agent Coulson placed the briefcase on the table. I sat back up and he handed my latté back to me. He turned to look at the door just as another man in a black jacket and what looked to me as a brown leather vest underneath entered the building. He saw us and started our way. He had black pants and black hiking boots on. He was well built, his brown hair spiked in the front, and as I might express, rather attractive. A lot younger than Phil here. As he approached our table, the man grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the middle between Phil and me.

"Miss Blaser, this is Agent Clint Barton. Also known as Hawkeye" Phil reported as the man called Hawkeye stretched his hand to me. I shook it once to greet him. "Now we can begin. As I said, we are here on business from SHIELD. Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division. We've been watching you, Miss Blaser. And I must say, we're quite impressed." Oh shit. This is not what I wanted to do today…

Hawkeye must have seen the concern in my face. "Don't worry. We're only here to talk. That's all."

Phil started up again, "We know all about you; who you are, what you do, what you can do. It's all here." He opened the briefcase to reveal vanilla folders. He took one out and handed it to me. I stared at it in my hand. What kind of mess am I in? "That one is for you. It contains information about SHIELD and what we do and why we want you to keep in contact with us."

I dropped the folder on the table and placed my latté on the ground next to my black heeled boots. "So...I'm going to stop you right there," I finally opened my mouth, "and I'm going to tell you that I'm not interested." I reached up and tugged my ponytail tighter, brushed part of my bangs to the side and then crossed my arms against my body.

Phil smiled and pulled out another folder from the case. He laid it open in front of me. There was a picture of a beautiful mansion paper clipped at the top of the page. "We know all about this place and what kind of people live here. We know that you lived here for the last 3 years and that you still frequently visit."

I was fidgeting with my hands in my lap. "Oh balls…" I managed to exhale out. I was worried. I was scared. I jumped suddenly when something touched my hands. I looked down and saw Hawkeye's hand on mine. His expression was so genuine and comforting.

"Like I said, we're here to talk" he soothed. I actually felt myself relax from his touch.

Phil cleared his throat and continued, "This is an institute that is referred to the X-mansion located just out of Salem, New York, but you already know that. I

should tell you that we are in alliance with the residents. I am a little surprised to find out that you don't know that. After all, you are one of the X-Men, am I correct?"

My eyes widened as I tried to comprehend what he was trying to say. How did he know? How long have they been watching me? …Why hadn't the X-Men informed me about this? Phil went back into his briefcase and took out another folder. I noticed the tab on the side had a single word written: VAPOR. Oh balls… I stiffened as Phil opened the folder and placed it on top of the one in front of me. This packet also had a picture, but it was of a woman in her early twenties, wearing a black pea coat. It was a side view but her head was turned towards the camera, her arm raised pulling back her dark, mahogany wavy hair. Her mouth was opened slightly and her expression worried, the anxiety in her green eyes seemed to be enhanced by the brown eye shadow which engulfed the top of her eyelids. "Where did you take this?" I asked nervously as I tightened my left arm around my waist and my right hand started playing with the white silk scarf around my neck. It was a dumb question as I remembered that specific day. I kept my stare focused on the woman, well, at myself, in the picture. But Agent Coulson tilted his head slightly and stared at me; he knew that I already knew when that was.

Hawkeye spoke up "You have an extraordinary talent, Emma. We're here to offer you protection, more than you think. You know, keep other "agencies" from trying to find you. I know the X-Men is doing their best, but we can do more. All that we're asking in return is a little help from you." I turned my head to him and lightly nodded. He inhaled and continued to say "Even though we have a lot of information on you, we don't know everything. I'm not saying we want every detail, but what would help is if you told us about yourself; what you can do with your talents and if there's anything you need to help you grow." He glanced around the shop and out the window before turning back to me. "So, what can you do?"

I hesitated for a minute. Was I really just going to lay everything on these two strangers? This thing was pretty intense, even for me, to completely accept what I could do. I only first got a grip on my condition about a year ago. Since then, I managed to develop my abilities more, and was still working on it. My eyes connected with Hawkeye's light blue ones, then moved to the soothing gaze of Phil's. I felt at ease. For whatever reason, I knew I could trust them. I was comfortable with these two, even if I only met them barely five minutes ago. Just do it, they're here for a reason. Besides, if they wanted to harm you they would have done it by now. I took in a deep breath. "Alright then…" So I told them the gif of it all.

I was a mutant. A part of the famous X-Men, actually. I had come to the institution about 2 years ago and my mutant powers started up 3 years ago. I "ran away from home" and moved to New York, in which I mean I moved without telling anybody. I was almost 21 so I figured I was in the clear for anything. I had accidently run into the X-Men. I never even knew there was a school for mutants. I just always wanted to live in New York, so that's where I headed. When I moved into the mansion and was introduced to many of the residents, I started to train with them. Eventually, I was given the code name Vapor and was offered to join the official X-Men; I gladly accepted the position. As for my mutant abilities, I'm able to produce and manipulate anything water. I can turn my whole body to water or someone else's. I'm able to produce high powered streams from my arms, or create a few droplets in the palm of my hand. I have the ability of super healing; a scrape will disappear in a few seconds. Over the last few years I've been working on honing this and now am able to help heal others who are wounded. Every day I work on focusing my powers and growing them and what I can do. It hasn't been easy, but I've made a lot of progress.

There was more to my story, but I figured that's all they needed to hear. Phil smiled at me and Hawkeye took another scope around the café, bent over a little and in a slight whisper asked me, "Could you show us something? It doesn't have to be anything big or anything, but like, just something?" He leaned on his elbow while giving me a sheepish look. I smirked at him. He was so excited to see me do something. I leaned in and placed my hand on the table.

"Here, watch my hand," I told him. Hawkeye moved his sight to where my hand rested and I slowly concentrated on turning my fingers into their watery form. To add to the effect, I started a small puddle underneath them. Hawkeye's mouth gaped in awe. I let my hand form back to normal but the puddle stayed on the table.

"That was so cool!" Hawkeye exclaimed in his astonishment. "So you can keep your form while in your water-state-thingy?" I nodded in agreement. He looked eager to ask a million more questions, but all he replied was "Sweet." I grinned at him, just happy that he was glad to witness my freak side.

Phil just looked at him amused and returned a warm smile at me. "I see we have much to talk about, Miss Blaser."