Okay, so before we begin, I would like to say, and I'm only going to say this once so just know that this applies to the whole of this story, I do not own anything that you may recognise, the only thing I do own is my OC, Cali, and some parts of this storyline. The rest belongs to Marvel. So now that's out of the way, enjoy the story!

"Cali Stolder did not have a good life. Left on the streets of London to die at the age of 14 with a serious case of amnesia she was moved into a foster home in a completely different country, forced to accustom to her new life. It was less than a year later that her family was murdered and she was taken from her bedroom while she slept. A world wide search was issued, but after four years, the investigation into the disappearance of the 15 year old has now come to a close as detectives proclaim the victim as dead. The killer still remains at large and we ask that everybody watches out, the whole nation mourns the loss of this very unfortunate, lovely young woman."

With that the tv exploded, the loud shatter of glass resounded around the room, shards flew everywhere, bouncing of the hard grey concrete walls, some of them embedding themselves into the flesh of the girl sitting hugging her bony knees in the middle of the room.

There was a heavy booming noise before the door burst open, showering her with more glass. A man walked into the holding cell, glass crunching under his heavy boots as he moved cautiously towards her. He crouched down where she was sitting and tried to peer through her lank black greasy hair.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and bruises littered her angular defined face, made even sharper by lack of food. Her whole body was quite skeletal really, her long limbs were almost as thin as chair legs. Her hair, matted and grimy hung to what looked like the back of her knees, parts were singed and huge chunks were missing in places.

Material that could be only described as rags hung off her bony figure, a filthy ratty shirt hung to her thighs while ripped and charred shin length bottoms hung off of her barely there waist.

She was trembling like crazy, every inch of her body spasming constantly, her knees knocked together ruthlessly while her neck barely held her head up. Blood slowly pooled out on the grimy floor around her, running like waterfalls from the pierced flesh.

The man put a gloved hand gently on her arm and her eyes snapped open in terror and shock, revealing shocking emerald green eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before the girl gasped and violently jerked away from him.

Too weak to hold herself up she just flopped back and hit her head on the floor. She stared right into the mans eyes before opening her mouth with evident struggle.

"I'm s-o sor-ry" she breathed, her voice cracking in places before she managed to bury her head in her hands. Before the man could question her, the whole room started to shake violently. The glass on the floor rattled and chimed, creating a deafening noise before all shards started to rise up into he air and smash up into even more pieces.

Every time a piece hit another a mini explosion would occur, creating a sharp scraping noise and purple and white light exploded from the pieces. The explosions gradually got bigger and eventually some light hit the man on the arm and he cried out in pain. His arm had turned red raw with ice blue undertones and he grabbed a leather jacket from his belt and slung it on his shoulders before turning around again.

The chaos around them got more and more dangerous with each passing second. The man saw the light and shards closing in on them and leaped on top of the girl, shielding her from the shards. he felt them getting closer and closer before they suddenly stopped in the air, the light disappeared and the glass dropped out of mid air and clattered around them. He looked at the girl to see she was unconscious with tears still streaming down her face.

The man dropped down on his knees with an oomph, rubbing his forehead, he kneeled and stared into space before standing up again after a while, picking up a bow and set of modified arrows and placing it on his back, before bending down again and lifting the girl from the concrete floor. He strode out of the building carrying the girl, her head lolling and limbs flopping.

He got her into the waiting black helicopter outside and lay her down gently on a medical bed.

"Ok, next stop, S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters." said the man into an earpiece, hopping into the pilot seat.

"Roger that, Barton. You got the girl?"

"She's in the back there, what do I do with her?" Barton smirked.

"Take her directly to the holding cell where Coulson will stay with her. Afterwards i need you to report back to Hangar 3. we need you to keep an eye on the tesseract."

"Roger that sir" he replied and took off.

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