Elle's eyes fluttered open slowly and as she looked around the room she found that it was the same place she'd awoken in earlier. She tried to remember what had happened.

Suddenly, the voices flew back into her consciousness.

"She's going to be with the Avengers?"

"Is that… legal?"

"Afraid so."

"What the eye-patch says, goes, then?"

"Yes, Stark. Whatever Fury orders us is what we do."

Concentrate, she reminded herself. Concentrate on the sounds around her. Slowly the voices died down, reducing themselves to an ever-present buzz beneath her mental conversation. Occasionally a voice would break through but all Elle would have to do was breathe deeply and concentrate. Suddenly there came a knock at the door, disrupting the calming peace and quiet Elle was enjoying. In came the female doctor whose name Elle still didn't know, followed by the man named Agent Barton.

"Miss Daring, I'm going to have to ask you a few questions," the doctor said, pulling up a chair as Agent Barton leaned against the wall and watched in silence.

"Okay."

"Please answer fully and honestly," the doctor told her sincerely, "In the past twenty-four hours, have you had suicidal ideations?"

"Yes," the question caught Elle off guard.

"In the past twenty-four hours, have you attempted suicide?"

"Yes."

"Right now, do you have any thoughts of hurting yourself?"

"Yes."

"Thoughts of hurting others?"

"No."

"Thoughts of trying to kill yourself?"

"Kind of."

"Explain," the doctor asked.

"Passing thoughts," Elle revealed, "but nothing serious, I don't think."

"Do you have a suicide plan?"

"No."

"Are you hearing any voices?"

"Yes."

"Elaborate."

"It's like I can hear conversations," Elle supposed, "Almost like I can listen to other people's thoughts. Not like how I used to hear voices. This is different."

Elle noticed how intently Agent Barton was listening to her answers. She wondered why he was in here with the doctor.

"Are you hallucinating in any way? Seeing things that aren't there?"

"No."

"Do you have any life plans?"

"No."

"Do you have a reason for living?"

"No."

"Alright," the doctor smiled, "Thank you Elle. That's all for right now."

With that, the Doctor and Agent Barton left the room, leaving Elle by herself. She settled back to take a quick nap.

"Doc," Clint asked the Doctor as they walked side by side, "What's her level?"

"She's a Moderate right now," the doctor told Clint.

"So can she go back with us to Avengers Tower?"

"Not right away," she shook her head, "but I'd like to introduce her to you all as soon as possible, one or two at a time. That way it isn't a huge shock to her when you take her with you."

"When are you going to tell her about her mom," Clint asked.

The doctor pushed her hair out of her face, "When she's on Low. Finding out her mom killed herself could really set the girl back a level, and I don't want her getting to Severe. Moderate is high enough."

"Alright," Clint nodded, "Thanks doc. Make sure you file the report directly to Fury."

"Of course, Agent Barton," she smiled, "By the way, isn't it time for your yearly physical?"

"What's that I hear," Clint faked, "Romanoff? Sorry, Doc, gotta go!"

"I'll make sure to see you before you guys leave the Helicarrier," the doctor called after Clint.

Clint was gone around the corner.

"The trouble is always with the top agents," she shook her head.

Clint went down to the Rec Room in the Helicarrier and found the other Avengers were still there along with Coulson and his team. Several people were playing pool while Tony and Steve were going at a game of chess. Agents Ward, Coulson, and Triplett watched a game of soccer on the giant flat-screen TV. When Clint walked in, Tony and Steve looked up.

"What's the word, bird," Tony joked.

Clint rolled his eyes, "The girl is a Moderate on the medical risk scale for suicidality. Ergo, she can't leave the Helicarrier yet. So we're here until she's down to Low."

"How was she coping with her abilities," Natasha asked, coming over from where she'd been watching the pool game.

Clint shrugged, "She still hasn't caught on- she thinks it's a variation of her old voices. I'm guessing Director Fury's going to have us brief her on her mutations pretty soon."

"What are they again," Tony asked, "And how come she has them? And speaking of her, how the hell did SHIELD find her in the first place!"

Coulson stepped up to the little group, abandoning the soccer game. He'd explain.

"Let me start from the beginning. About two weeks ago, we had an envoy of extraterrestrials called the Inhumans land on Earth. They were approached by SHIELD and were found to be friendlies. They told us their mission was simple: obtain a rogue crystal called a Terrigen Crystal that belonged on Attilan, their home planet, but had been misplaced hundreds of thousands of years ago and only now had been located on Earth."

"All that for a crystal," Steve asked.

Coulson nodded, "The crystal emits a colorless, odorless gas known as the Terrigen Mist. When an Inhuman is exposed to the substance, whether in its gaseous or liquid states, the Inhuman experiences mutations. Anyways, we swept the planet for the unique signature of the gas and when we located it, Fury sent me and my team in to retrieve it. When we got to the location, we found a girl submersed in water, blood all over the place. But the wounds on her arms had already begun to heal."

"So you think that the Terrigen Mist was in the water and got into her bloodstream via the slit wrists," Bruce supposed.

"Exactly," Coulson nodded, "When we ran a DNA test of the girl, we found her DNA matched that of the Inhumans. However they seemed wary of her and insisted she remain on Earth instead of return to Attilan with them."

"And her powers?"

"Telepathy, Telekinesis, and Cellular Regeneration."

"Right," Tony nodded.

She'd woken from her nap. Fury had been notified by the medical staff and he in turn contacted Agents Romanoff and Barton. They were to brief her on her newfound abilities. Barton knocked on her door.

"Elle," Natasha asked calmly, "It's me and Agent Barton, can we come in?"

"I suppose," the girl said warily.

Natasha and Clint walked inside and pulled up two chairs near her bedside. They took their seats and Natasha spoke first.

"Elle, my name is Natasha, and I'm called the Black Widow. This here is Clint, he's called Hawkeye. We're members of the-"

"-Avengers," Elle said, shocked. She tried to sit up more.

"Yes," Clint nodded.

"We're here to tell you something very serious. We need you to hear us out until the very end, okay," Natasha told her.

"Okay…"

"When you tried to kill yourself, you were exposed to a dangerous substance," Clint started, "This substance had a special effect on you."

"What do you mean?"

"It gave you certain powers," Natasha revealed, "Telepathy, Telekinesis, and Cellular Regeneration- which is why you didn't die."

"That's also why you hear the voices you hear," Clint added, "You're listening to others' thoughts."

"Wait, what," Elle shook her head, "No. No you can't be right."

"We're telling the truth, Elle," Natasha insisted, "Think about it. You know we're right. How else can we explain how you're still alive?"

"Or the voices," Clint added.

"We'll leave you alone to think about it," Natasha told her, pulling Clint out of the room with her.

Elle was left by herself, unsure of what to think. Cellular Regeneration? That meant she couldn't die, right? Or at least be killed. That wasn't fair, damn it. She WANTED to die! She WANTED to leave this wretched Earth behind!

There was only one way to test their theory. She had to kill herself. That would prove them wrong! So she searched her room and eventually came upon a hidden scalpel. Taking it, she drove it deep into her forearm, cutting up her arm vertically. She sliced her wrist open once again, before doing the other arm as well. Then, she stuck the scalpel into the lock on the door, shorting it. No one was getting in or out for a long time. This would show them. She could die.

She had to be able to die.