Hello everyone! This story is written by me and my bestie, Agent Jemma. Thanks a ton!

"I'm not a hero" May sighed, facing the truth

"May..." Coulson wiped her tears and held her. They were sitting on the couch in Phil's office, a blanket rapped around their waists.

"I'm not! Little kids look up to me, but all I do is kill! I shot that guy back there and he had kids! Babies! Two of them, and I killed their only parent! I'm not a hero, I'm a killer!" Melinda cried, emotion rising in her voice as Phil rubbed her back and pulled her into a hug.

"Shh... May. It's ok."

"No it's not, Phil! I'm a murderer!"

"May, your my hero."

-flash back-

May ran through the woods, looking back multiple times, as if someone was chasing her. But who was she kidding? This life wasn't what she chose.

'Im 8 years old, and I'm running from ghosts.' She said to herself. 'I'll never be a hero."

-end flash back-

"May, are you OK?" Coulson asked, rubbing circles on May's back.

"Huh? Yeah..." was she dreaming?

"You fell asleep... with your eyes open. May, you've never done that. I'm worried."

"Phil, look, I'm ok."

"May..." Coulson sighed, knowing this was more radiation then she let on. "C'mon, what are not telling me?"

She looked down at her hands, cracking her fingers. "Fine. I was eight, running from ghosts; twelve, running from bullies; 15, running from my life! This isn't the life I chose, Phil, and nothing is wrong with me so just shut up!" She yelled, almost screeching.

Ow. That one hurt Coulson like knives through the throat. May, noticing coulson's hurt expression, quickly took that back.

"Phil..."

-flash back-

"Bitch!"

"Asian!"

"A disappointment!"

These were some of the comments she got daily, even from her teacher.

'12 and running from bullies.' May thought, 'first ghosts now this? What did this cruel world want?"

-end flash back-

Melinda snapped out of her trance, only to see coulson in his own, crying.

"Phil?" She shook him lightly, knocking of their blanket in the processes.

"Oh, God May, I'm sorry.." Coulson said, breaking down.

"It's ok, Phil, Shh..." May rubbed Coulson's shoulder.

After a few seconds of silence, Phil spoke up, "what..what was your dream?"

May sighed. There was no backing out.

"Well..." she began.

-start flash back-

May screamed, crawling away for the men in black suits.

"Get away!" She cried, kicking her 5 year old feet.

"We aren't going to hurt you, little girl," the men took a step closer, and Melinda scrambled back. "We just need you to help us.."

She looked at the men; with their coats with that logo of a bird on the sleeves. Could she trust these men?...

-end flashback-

It felt so good to say those words. To tell some one her past. She snuggled up to Coulson, never wanting to let go.