Authors Note: I do not own anything Marvel. Just my OC Kenzie and the storyline.
Also note this is a rough draft so please tell me any ways I can make this better or more accurate. Please also tell me any mistakes I made so I can fix them.
I never expected to be in this situation. I know I have a knack of getting into bad situations but this time I was trapped in a room aboard a giant flying boat-thing with armed guards outside the door. I know could have got past them easily even with my sword and backpack taken away though I was too tired from being awake since yesterday. But I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.
I was almost twelve and was close to one of the most powerful people on earth, I could control water or anything with water in it at any temperature so that included steam and ice. Thankfully (and not so much) no one knew about my ability except SHIELD. They first found me when I was seven after I had crash-landed on earth after my planet was overrun by the shadows. The shadow is another name for the Dark Lord and his followers who was hunting me for my abilities. But the one ability (Or curse as I call it) no one except me knew about was that I would shrink whenever I was asleep, knocked unconscious or had strong negative emotions like fear or nervousness to around five inches or less. I could also control it if I was extremely focused but that rarely worked.
I looked around my prison to see if there was a spot that the security cameras didn't see and found one right underneath it. I sat cross-legged on the floor and closed my eyes in concentration to try and control my emotions. It only took around five minuets till I could fell what felt like a tug on my soul and the air rush upward around me signaling I was getting smaller rapidly. When I opened my eyes the cot in my room was at least ten times the size it was before. I smiled to myself and then looked up at the top of the wall where the air vent was which was my ticket for escape.
My brilliant idea to climb the wall was to freeze my hands and feet to it and climbing like I had suction cups on them. I put my foot on the wall and secured it with ice, then put all my weight on it and luckily it worked. I repeated the process with my hands and feet and started to climb as fast as I could because I knew that when they saw I wasn't in the view of the camera anymore they would come looking for me.
A few feet from the top (In my scale) I heard the alarms blare "Code F4, prisoner of cell C7 is missing" I practically flew the final distance to the vent and dove inside at the exact time the door flew open and guards rushed in. In a panic I ran down the air vent, my now tiny feet making almost no sound, any noise I did make was drown out by the burly men in my cell. About a mile away (Still, my scale) when I finally started to get winded, I slowed down and started to walk and think of how I was going to get out now. A few hours later, when noise from below me peaked my curiosity I went to see what it was and if it would help me get out.
I came up to the vent that looked down on the room where the talking was coming from. I knelt next to the ledge and peeked over and saw a room with three people in it. One was a fierce looking redhead, another a man with sandy blond hair and a bow on his back and lastly a man in a suit with light brown hair and a receding hairline.
"Coulson, its almost one in the morning, you really need to get some rest!" The younger man was saying.
"Your one to talk, both of you are still awake" says the man called Coulson.
"I'm going to have to agree with Clint on this one, Coulson. You need sleep." Says the redhead.
"Just let me finish up this paperwork and then I'll go home." Says Coulson.
"Fine, but I'll be checking up on you in an hour and if your not home then I'll make you" replies Clint.
And then the redhead and him leave leaving just Coulson in the room. He walks over somewhere just out of my view and I lean over to try and see where he went, but I end up leaning too much and loose my balance. With a quiet yelp I fall over the edge and grab the lip of the vent, yanking myself to a halt with just one hand. I close my eyes trying to hold on but I fell sweat building up and a few seconds later my hand loosing its grip. I hear footsteps below me just as my hand slips completely and I hold by breath and close my eyes as I plummet down waiting for impact, but it never comes.
Call it good aim, call it luck or whatever you want, but I fell right into Coulson's jacket pocket. It was a soft landing I might add, like falling into a padded hammock, but not completely unnoticeable so I have no idea how he didn't notice it.
A few seconds later after I fully take in what happened, I open my eyes and look up through the opening at him. He's focused on the computer in front of him, typing away at it every few seconds. I can hear his heart beating from behind me and realize how big he is compared to my current height. I think I'm around four and a half inches right now, so he's gigantic compared to me.
'I'm in a giant man's pocket and I can't think of a way out…' I think to myself 'how do I get out?' My mind starts slowing down as I start to drift to sleep, the day catching up to me. 'Don't fall asleep. DON'T fall asleep.' I desperately think to myself, cursing how young I was. But it didn't work, the steady beat behind me was causing me to drift off. My last coherent thought was 'This is weird.'
Well, it turns out I slept the entire way to the mysterious mans house and finally woke up when he unlocked his house's door. I jolted awake in a panic, completely forgetting where I was and I guess my sudden movement of jumping to my feet made the man finally realize there was something in his pocket. Startled, he jumped and shoved his hand into where I was now stand and yanked me out roughly.
Now in his fist, I started to get really scared and when he opened it to see what he had caught, he was completely shocked (And I was too). He just stared at me, wide eyed.
This had never happened before and I was so scared, I started to shake. I guess he noticed it too because he gently set me down on a table and knelt down next to it.
"Who are you?" he asks curtly. I just stare at him, tears gathering in my eyes against my will. I think he saw it because he asked me softer this time "Can you tell me who you are?"
A couple seconds later when I find my voice again (Just so you know I'm naturally shy) "Kenzie" I say softly hoping he heard me.
"Pardon" he says. I assume he was asking if I could repeat myself so I say louder this time,
"My name is Kenzie." He nods in reply then says,
"I'm Agent Coulson. Can you tell me how you got into my pocket?" he asks.
" I fell." I say simply
"From where?" he asks me.
"From the ceiling."
"How did you get there?" he questions further.
"I was walking in the air vents," I say like it was obvious.
"Why were you in the air vents?" he asks
"Because I climbed up there." I say, confused by all his questioning.
He pauses a second then asks, "How old are you?"
"Almost twelve, I will be in a month." I say, my fear lessening slightly.
He pauses again then finally asks "How long were you in my pocket?"
I take a second to think then say shyly "I don't know, I kind of fell asleep."
He pauses, thinking again then asks "Why were you on the Helicarrier?"
"Helicarrier? Do you mean the giant flying boat thing?" I ask back, confused.
"Yes, the giant flying boat." He answers.
"I was on there after the eye patch man made me go on into the locked room with the big men outside the door." I tell him.
"So you're the high security prisoner Fury was talking about." He said more to himself than to me.
"Why did he put me in there?" I ask him softly looking up at him, more tears in my eyes "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, It was just so he could talk to you." He says, probably trying to calm me down.
A minuet later he says "I thought you were were taller."
Feeling I can trust him for some reason I tell him my most well guarded secret of my hidden power "I normally am bigger," I explain in my eleven-year-old logic. " But I sometimes accidently become this small, but if I concentrate really hard I can make myself this size and same with going bigger size too."
"What do you mean accidentally?" he asks.
"When I'm scared or nervous or anything like that, I shrink down for some reason. I think I'm cursed or something" I whisper the last part like it's a secret.
"Oh," Coulson says in reply. Then he asks, "Where's your parents? Are they out looking for you?"
I pause, becoming really sad all of the sudden and looking down at the table, and then I say solemnly "Their dead. They died when I was four. I've been alone ever since."
"Oh, I'm sorry" Coulson says sympathetically.
After I recompose myself a minuet later he asks, "Do you have anywhere to stay?
"No, I live on the run." I answer simply.
"Ok, then do you want to stay here the night?" he asks
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't have anywhere else to go." I say, looking up at him as he stood up.
Authors note: Thanks for reading! Reviews are great, I love reviews! Please tell me if you liked it or have any ideas about anything. Also tell me any ways I can make this better or more accurate. Please also tell me any mistakes I made so I can fix them. Constructive criticism only.
~Zoneperson