Disclaimer: I do not own S.H.I.E.L.D, they belong to MARVEL and/or Disney, I only own Brooklyn Johnson and any other OC's you see here. This was written purely for the entertainment of me and others.
Introduction
Screams and howls of pain and fear were heard as the building started to collapse, bright flames spreading through the old house quickly. This was one of those old houses made mostly of wood, anyone still inside wouldn't last a minute longer. Amongst the scared screams of those running away, a woman's crying was heard from deep within. The woman had slightly pink skin, going redder and redder, her hair was a snowy white and eye so dark they looked like a giant pupil. She had a bundle of rags in her arms, she woman never meant to start the fire, but she lost control over her abilities the moment her waters broke. The fire itself was unique, just like the others that had been breaking out randomly this year, unable to stop. Even if the fire stopped, a red dust would be left behind.
"CARINA?!" she heard the shout of a man, she beamed as she saw the love of her life walking through the flames with ease, she didn't know but her affections would never be returned.
"GABRIEL!" she shouted, the man stopped in front of the woman, he looked down at her blankly
"Carina, what is it?" he asked, this baby was his first born and he chose Carina because of her power, the same power S.H.I.E.L.D was after.
"It's a girl, Gabriel, a beautiful girl" Carina said through tears, his expression changed into an angry snarl, Carina frowned and flicked her wrist, the baby laid on the ground surrounded by a blue light, sound asleep like nothing was happening. "Gabriel?" she asked, shakily getting to her feet.
"You, Carina, are lucky that I cannot kill my own child" he said, he flicked his wrist and the blue light went green, Carina started sobbing, knowing she failed him. "On the other hand, I can always kill those who fail me" and with that, Carina screamed a bone-chilling scream before dropping to the floor a lifeless heap, Gabriel smirked at his power and left, knowing the baby would live.
"JOHNSON!" A man yelled a few minutes later, his mask protecting him from the smoke, his partner joined him moment later "Look" he said, and pointed at the green light, Johnson squinted his eyes before realising there was a baby in the light, he reached out quickly, the green light disappearing and he nodded at his partner before they took the baby out of the flames before the building collapsed on top of them.
Five months later, Max Johnson and his wife Sara adopted the baby from the fire, calling the nameless child Brooklyn Johnson, as much as they loved their adopted daughter, they knew the day would come when they had to tell her. What Max noticed, is that the baby had… powers, dangerous powers. There was one night that the baby screamed so loud the crib burst into flames, as scared as they had been, not another incident had risen.
What Max and Sara really hated is that every few months a man would come to the house, saying he was with S.H.I.E.L.D and he wanted to help Brooklyn by taking her away, they greatly protested and no matter how many times they moved the man would always come back. On 21st of May 1998, when Brooklyn was six, the house caught fire because all the toys in her room had caught fire… S.H.I.E.L.D had a field day.
