Summary: Everything was going peachy for Sophie Coulson. That is until she is nearly killed by living plastic and is rescued by an overly handsome British man. Such a life of a former assassin. Doctor/OC


Profile:

Name: Sophie Grace Coulson

Age: 24

Looks: Curly brown hair, blue-grey eyes, pale skin

Personality: Sophie is hard headed, strong and stubborn. She's the type to think things out though and to help whoever can be helped. She's very caring mostly to her friends, family and small children. She's also very smart and athletic.

Fears: Insects, rats and mice, water, the dark, storms, not being able to save her family

Family Members: Father - Phil Coulson, Mother - Melody Grey-Coulson, Sister - Lydia Coulson

Job: Works at a shop in London - used to work at SHIELD. Sometimes helps out SHIELD.

Lives with...?: Sophie shares an apartment with her Aunt Jackie and Cousin Rose.

Backstory: Sophie was born on October 15th to Phil and Melody Coulson (who unfortunately died in childbirth). So Phil had to raise baby Sophie and 6 year old Lydia by himself. When Sophia was 11 years old, she was kidnapped by HYDRA and experimented on. 5 years later, SHIELD found her but she was genetically created. She now could control all six elements: water, earth, air, fire, metal and time. SHIELD recruited her and later Lydia and she became one of the best agents they ever had. But when she was 21, she and her partner, Clint Barton, stumbled upon a HYDRA-AIM base. There she found out SHIELD was recreating HYDRA weapons from the 40's and genetically altering tube made children. She left SHIELD after swiping the children and creating a team called "The Legends". She left Lydia in charge of them and promised a world full of pain if SHIELD ever contacted her or the kids ever again. She left to go live with her Aunt Jackie and Cousin Rose in London and hasn't had any trouble. Till now.

Extra: She can control the six elements: water, earth, air, fire, metal and time. She knows every form of fighting. She carries around five guns on her at all times plus three backup knives. She has the Legends and Lydia on speed dial. She also has three backup houses in case HYDRA, SHIELD or any terrorist group decides to get hostile. She knows half of earths languages and can speak them fluidly and the other half she can just understand. She has an average of 101 for IQ points. Sophie is plain fucking badass. Like Black Widow without the ginger.

Known names: Soph, Aunt Sophie, Agent C, Elemental, Controller of Elements, Lover of Twinkies, Lady of Badassery

Face Claim: Barbara Palvin


Sophia groaned at the beeping of her alarm clock. It was annoying, she thought as she slammed her hand onto the bright pink alarm clock. Sophia Grace Coulson hated pink but her aunt picked it so she put up with the pink.

Her room, fortunately, wasn't pink. It was painted dark purple with swirls of black. The carpet also was black and nice and soft and fluffy. Her closet was stuffed full of clothes (mainly black, purple or jean clothes) and there was two more dressers on either side of the room, black with purple accents, full of even more clothes. A desk sent next to her bed and was piled high with official documents for I.I.A (International Intelligence Agency), an agency she along with Clint Barton and the UN created. A bathroom was connected to the bedroom and it was sophisticated with a clear shower, pearly white sinks and gold trim across the pristine walls.

"Sweetie, are you up?" Sophie peered up, grey-blue eyes peeking behind a curtain of dark hair as her Aunt Jackie poked her head into the room. Aunt Jackie was beautiful with long, dyed blond hair and light blue eyes.

"Yes." The I.I.A Director grumbled, popping out from beneath her black and purple comforter.

"Mmm-Hmm. Go wake up Rose, will you?" The British woman said cheerfully, flouncing out in her bright pink nightgown and robe to the kitchen. Sophie groaned and threw herself against her black pillows.

Dammit, she cursed herself before throwing the covers up and she stumbled to her closet. She dug through her shirts, humming to herself "Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm" as she laid down the perfect outfit on her bed.

The top was a black crop top and was short sleeved. It had cut offs so you could see her smooth, pale shoulders. Then she had a pair of dark blue shorts. A pair of grey striped leggings would be under them. Her black high heel boots would finish the outfit perfectly.

After slipping the outfit on and checking the clock (only 7:37), she went to her cousin/best friend's door and swung it open to see Rose snoring loudly. Sophie hid a laugh behind her fingers before flicking out her right hand and letting a large bubble of clear water fly from her full glass of water. Grinning like a madwoman, she shot her other fist out, releasing freezing air. She let the snow drop onto poor, unsuspecting Rose.


Meanwhile, Mickey was humming on his way to his workplace, passing the building the three women lived in when he heard a shrill scream that sounded achingly familiar. "SOPHIE GRACE COULSON!" He laughed loudly and continued on his way.


Later that day...

Sophie rubbed the back of her neck, feeling an uncomfortable crick in the back of her neck. "Hate work." Shareen grumbled to them. "Glad it's over." Rose gave a nod and started for the door.

"Meet you at home?" She tossed back to Sophie who grunted out a goodbye. Unfortunately for the former SHIELD agent, she still had 10 minutes left of work at the shop.

"Oi!" Sophie glanced up to see one of the guards. "Take this down to Wilson, will you, Coulson?" The guard asked, handing Sophie a packet most likely filled with the lottery money.

"Sure, Bobby." The guard, Robert, grinned at her.

"You can leave afterwards." Bobby stated, tossing her jacket to her. A smile lit on the American's face as she shrugged on the black leather jacket and started for the lift.

"Later, Bobby Boy!" She called over her shoulder. He waved to her as she closed the lift behind her. She heard an exasperated groan as she bounced to the rhythm of the crappy elevator song.

The doors dinged loudly as they opened. Sophie stepped through, a frown on her lips as she called out, "Wilson?" She stepped out. She heard a clatter down the hallway, and scowling, started for it. She saw the large concrete door with "H.P. Wilson, CEO" stamped in bland letters. She ran her fingers across it.

Something was wrong.

"Wilson." She repeated, turning slowly.

Another clatter.

She jogged down the hall and opened a door to a storeroom.

"Wilson...are you alright? Alive. Wilson, are you alive?" She said. "I can help you, Wilson. Just talk to me." She stepped inside, feeling her stomach churn. Her hand slid down to the knife underneath her shirt and she hooked her thumb in a special compartment on it. Flames enveloped it as she concentrated.

She raised the flaming knife.

All that surrounded her was dummies.

She let the flames die out and put the knife back.

"Nothing." She murmured before calling out. "Wilson? Harold Wilson? Hello?" She was a bit far into the storeroom when she heard the pop of the door as it slammed. "Wilson's dead, isn't he?" She wondered. She spun. "Hello, hello, I know something it out there! Show yourself, you cowards!"

A mannequin moved.

It wasn't an animated mannequin either. Just a plain man-like mannequin with a purple button up, brown slacks and black dress shoes. Slowly, the other mannequins began.

"What are you? Breathing sustenance? Moving dolls? Living...plastic?" She asked the mannequin. She then she should probably run because the others were moving.

She started to back up against the wall. Her eyes, sharp and blue-grey, scanned the room for some sign of escape.

Then something grabbed her hand and she spun, staring into bright blue eyes of a 40-some year old man with overly large ears. "Run." He grinned. He pulled her past the mannequins and out the door. They both entered the elevator and the man began to slam the close the door. A single plastic arm attempted to reach them but was cut off in the process by the man.

Sophie stared at the man in bewilderment. He was tall, at least 6', with short black hair, a lean physique wearing a leather jacket and t-shirt. "Pulled off his arm." She said, eyeing the plastic arm.

He tossed it to her. "Yep. Wait a second. American?"

"Got a problem?" Sophie bristled.

"No. Course not. Love Americans. Great lot to party with." Sophie rolled her eyes.

"Wilson's dead, isn't he?" Sophie asked bluntly.

"Who's Wilson?" The man asked.

"Chief Electrician." She replied.

"Oh. Well, yes. He is dead."

"What killed him? The mannequins? I mean, I've seen some weird stuff back in America. Pudding monsters, immortal men, mutants but that...that ain't human." Sophie babbled on.

"Pudding monsters?" The man looked interested.

"Yeah, mean we got a bunch of hungry 2 year olds to eat it but...wait, your name. What is it?" She asked. The elevator door opened and the man walked out, followed by Sophie.

''The Doctor." The Doctor paused waiting for something.

"Alien?" Sophie guessed. He pulled out a long device. She peered at it.

"Yep. Mind your eyes." He said, pointing the small device at the elevator so the mannequins couldn't get up. Sparks flew and he started for the door. He stopped. "Wait, how did you know that?" He demanded, narrowing bright blue orbs.

"Nevermind that, I nearly died without knowing what those things were." Sophie said. He frowned at her and again started walking. He turned a few corners and continued talking.

"They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device in the roof, which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this." He shook a device in her opened the door for her. "So, I'm going to go up there and I might die in the process," He pushed her through the door, "and I might well die in the process, but don't worry about me. Now, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this. Because if you do, you'll get them killed."

He slammed the door in her face.

Sophie turned around. "Sorry, never got your name." He said, giving her a grin.

"Sophie." She replied.

"Nice to meet you Sophie. Now run for your life!"

So she did.