I didn't know why I was stuck in the confining interview room, snatched away from my school field trip; like the wilderness school could even count as a school. My ADHD fingers drummed and tapped on the tower. As hours alone slipped past I began to pace, nervous energy pounding in my veins.

Turning my gaze to a tiny blinking in the corner I saw the smallest camera in the world. It was about the size of my pinkie nail.

So they were watching me. They wanted to see if I would crack; set the room on fire. But I wouldn't let them succeed. I would act like a normal trapped child.

Sitting down in the corner farthest from the camera I rested my chin on my knees and tried to rock nervously.

Just when I thought the lack of movement would actually kill me a suited man walked in. I took him in with one glance. He had taken me before, with an Asian woman. The man had a slightly babyish face, receding hair line; his suit was too clean for having me dragged here. His piercing blue eyes observed me with the same silent dislike and grudging respect. But his mouth smiled.

"Hello my name is Phil Coulson. I work for a-"

"Secret organization called strategic homeland intervention, enforcement and logistics division. I know. It's obvious."

The shock rolled off him in waves and I hid I smirk as I watched him regain his composure. "Is it of any use asking you how you know that?"

"It's easy to hack." I watched him, not letting my dark sunken eyes move from his.

Normally this got people looking away, but he kept my gaze.

"What is your name?"

"You already know that," I crossed my legs, resting my chin on my hands.

"Fine," he took a slow breath. "Leo Valdez. Would you sit down?" he gestured to the chair and I shook my head.

"It's got attachments in the tables too strap my wrists down. In an emergency the chair will send a minor electric shock into the spine. I'm not touching that thing."

"Then take my chair," he gesture to the normal wooden high backed chair. I stood to take it.

"What, I don't get a thank you?" he asked with a small amused smile.

I glared at him, fists clenching and sparks trying to escape my fingers. "You took me from a school field trip without authorization, which is against the law; blind folded me, stuck me in a car and then drove me to this plane."

"How'd you know this was a plane? This room is sound proof," he interrupted.

"I can feel the engine below my feet, and even though its sound proof the door does have minor holes around the edge, the handle is loose by the way. You'll have technical failure in your left wing if you go any faster. The coordinates you imput were for Mexico. If you're trying to deport me I can tell you I am a legal US citizen."

I felt a laugh rise in my through as the agent glared at me with confusion, his respect growing. "You're a smart kid. And no, we're not trying to deport you."

"Then what do you want with me?" I crossed my arms, fury growing again.

"Recruit you."

It was my turn to be shocked. The world best 'secret' organization wanted to recruit a skinny Latino boy with dirty hair. They really were scraping the bottom of the barrel. "You could've asked before you know…" I tried to stay firm, to not look excited. "I might have been more willing."

"No you wouldn't." the Asian woman stepped inside. "You would have never come if you hadn't seen what we could do."

"And you are?" I took in her dark hair, stereotypical spy uniform and stone hard black eyes.

"Agent Melinda May."

"May?" the name rang a bell.

"Yes." She spoke with efficacy and I saw something her eyes flash with panic. She was either hiding a secret or she didn't want me to remember where I could've heard her name, or both.

"So am I the first of many skinny orphans you've recruited or do I get to feel special."

"You get to feel special," he smiled with a small flicker of amusement in his eyes. "The other one is much more qualified than you and we didn't have to kidnap her."

"If I say yes-"

"If?" Agent May raised an eyebrow.

"Yes if. If I join SH.I.E.L.D what learning facility will you drop me off at?"

"None," Phil Coulson stood with triumph. "You start right now, right here. Would you like a tour of the plane?"

I felt a grin begin to cross my face. "Absolutely."

Fitz shook his head. "This isn't a good idea."

"You said the same thing about Sky," Simmons sighed.

The other girl in the room glanced around at her name and Fitz shrunk back. "I'm just saying all we know about him is what we found in his permanent record. We can't find record of parents or anything from before he was ten. Doesn't that scare you? The kid doesn't even have a birth certificate."

"Neither do I," Sky argued, "I say we give him a chance. I mean if Coulson trusts him…" she bit the end of her pen nervously, trying to convince herself of her own words.

They watched through the cameras as the short boy followed May around the bus, his whole face lighting up with child like interest.

"I'm with Sky," Simmons watched him with a sisterly smile. "I think he's sweet."

Ward remained silent, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"So what does Mr. Spy think?" Sky moved to stand beside him.

"For one I think you should never call me that again," his eyes stayed trained on the hologram screen.

"I mean about the kid."

"I think he's a genius," Ward said honestly. "But not to be trusted. We keep an eye on him I think he could be great."

I found this beginning to a potentially really good story. Tell me what you think please. and if you have any ideas the story is open and welcoming them