Hello, darlings. I have written many stories before and decided to start with a clean slate on this new origin story of my character named Pyro. This story plot is supposed to soon be set during the Age of Ultron era to Civil War, we'll just see how it takes us. I hope you enjoy, I'm really proud of myself on this one, and thanks for reading.

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freedomintensifies

The Fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Black smoke billows from the overhead buildings, pieces still crumbling off, fire set ablaze. I slowly raise my head from the asphalt and take a longer look. There was people everywhere, in panic, screaming. Each of them praying that they weren't the only one that survived this disaster, calling their loved ones, anyone they could get ahold of. I pushed off the pavement and scanned myself over. A few cuts and bruises, but it was nothing compared to the blast. The wave of heat that engulfed me, shot me from high in the sky to the streets of DC. I was practically untouched. I was too alright. I glanced around at all the chaos to see an elderly woman rushing towards me, she had worried eyes and shaking palms.

"Are you alright?" She stuttered grabbing ahold of my arm and helping me up. I wiped the soot from cheek and smiled.

"Yeah," I rasped a little disheveled from everything. "Yeah, I'm okay." The woman kept looking at me, checking my arms, my face, my legs, anywhere skin showed. I narrowed my eyes a little, out of all the people running around in disarray, why did she come to me? Why am I so special? I clear my throat and take my hand out of her grasp, "Why do you ask?"

Her kind face twisted into one with worry, worse than before. "Why, dear," she soothed placing a hand onto my cheek, "You were on fire."

One Month Later…

Ominous POV

Natasha Romanoff thumbed the edge of the manilla folder, glancing over all the details of the girl who sat in the white room. She glanced through the two-way mirror to see the lanky girl draped over the table, lazily lounging in her chair. Natasha cleared her throat before reading off the medical examination to Fury, the now former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Lucy Quinn Cooper, born and raised in Ellicott City, Maryland. Eighteen years old, green eyes, ash brown hair, five foot seven inches." She stopped and skimmed the report, skipping past all the minor detail, "Her parents and little sister were killed in the explosion in the Triskelion, her father was an agent and the family was visiting for the day." Natasha clicked her tongue, "Everyone was killed in the blast except for her."

Fury sat up from where he was leaning and looked at the teenage girl and took a deep breath, "I knew Agent Cooper." He sighed and ran a hand along his face, "He was a good man."

Natasha placed the folder next to her, "A lot of good men died that day, sir." Fury nodded and glanced at the spy. "The thing is," she started, going back to the girl, "she fell from the twentieth floor when the Helicarrier hit the building and she's still alive. Sir, that's impossible."

Fury straightened his posture and went to open the door, they had been occupying an old warehouse building for the time being. Tying off a few loose ends, and Lucy Cooper just happened to be one of them. "There has been a lot of impossible these days," he recounted turning the doorknob to meet the girl in the other room.

Lucy's POV

I yawn and glance back at my watch, it has been three hours since they locked me in this stupid room. I understand they want me to sign a few papers for my dad, but come on. This should not take this long, I just want to wrap this up and leave. Move to another state, country even, as long as I can get away. I tap my fingers onto the sheet metal table, the repetitive noise was calming, familiar. I was so concentrated on the taps that I almost didn't notice the doorknob turn and a tall man with an eyepatch of all things walk into the room.

"Ms. Cooper?" he asked and I shot up. Dad always said bad posture was impolite, it's a habit that I've been trying to ditch for who knows how long. "I'm Nick Fury, your father and I used to work together." I pushed back my chair and stood up, reaching out my hand across the table.

"Nice to meet you," I stuttered, extremely intimidated by the man. He simply shook my hand and nodded before taking the seat across from me and I followed suit. "So I was told I need to sign some paperwork?"

He nodded again, folding his hands onto the table, "Ms. Cooper, have you ever heard of the Avengers' Initiative?" I shake my head, slightly perplexed, what did that have to do with anything. "Your father helped recruit people with extraordinary abilities." He smirked, "The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they become something more. See if they can work together when we needed them to, To fight the battles that we never could." He leaned back into his chair, "But something tells me you already knew that."

I gulp, I had heard snip-its of the conversations my father had over the phone over the years, but nothing substantial. Did they think I was a security leak? With everything that happened were they worried their secrets would escape? I just kept my head down, not giving him any hint as to what I did or didn't know. "You see," he continued without missing a beat, "these days we're a little short handed on those remarkable people, but it is pretty remarkable that a teenage girl could survive that big of a fall." I look up at him through my lashes, still trying to hide my face in anyway possible. "Isn't it?"

I pushed a stray hair behind my ear and cleared my throat, "Yes," I breathed, trying to not think about that day anymore than I had to. "What does this have to do with the paperwork?"

Fury smiled a little, "I have a feeling you know there wasn't any paperwork." I raised my head, eyes wide, "Do you want to tell me how you survived Ms. Cooper?"

I rocked in my chair for a second, chewing the inside of my cheek. If there was one thing I did, I trusted S.H.I.E.L.D., despite everything that happened there were other people in the organization who shared the same morals as my father, and I knew Fury was one of them. I slowly lifted my hand, pulling the sleeve of my sweater back, "This." I unclenched my fist to reveal the wisps of fire that painted my arm, some were red, others were orange, some even purple. It glowed, I could feel the heat on my cheeks, but I was unfazed. This fire was me. I was making it. I looked to see Fury staring at my hand of pure fire. "This curse or whatever it is saved me, I don't know how, I don't know why, but when I concentrate on it, I can control it." I closed my fist and watched the flames dissipate, "I can even fly, I guess that's what you were asking." I cleared my throat, "I flew out of the building." I lowered my eyes to the table again, "And maybe if I had known before, I could have saved them."

Fury studied my face, "So, pyrotechnic abilities?" I glanced up, a little confused, but I simply nodded. "Gives you the ability of flight, heat generated from your core, manipulating fire, am I missing anything?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "I can sort of shoot fireballs, but I'm still working on it."

Fury nodded and stood up, walking towards the door, but I stayed seated, he was probably going to get the authorities and send me to some weird hospital where they keep all of the other freaks. I should have just kept my trap shut. I lowered my face into my palms and took a long breath, but I was stopped by his authoritative voice, "Are you coming?"