There were no memories from before I joined SHIELD. I knew there had to be, but they just didn't exist. Or, at least, that's what Nick Fury told me.
My first memory was of me in a human sized tube, encased in a thick, clear liquid, and limbs immobile. There was no panic like there should have been. In fact, I don't believe that I was feeling anything at the time.
Fury called it being born, but through extensive studies I've learned it's called being a lab experiment. That was nothing to be proud of. I was made through chemical compounds, but not through the touch of two human lovers. I was abnormal.
I was wrong. Inhuman. A mistake. I was never made to be brought into this world, but because of Fury and SHIELD, here I stood, at the edge of the hellicarrier, arms spread wide, wind pushing against me, and feeling light as a feather.
And so, there I fell, letting my body slide over the edge and plummet the thousands of feet that it took to reach ground.
For once, I was peaceful.
