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"You're telling me that the 0-8-4 is a GIRL?" Director Fury stares Phil down. Phil replies, unflinchingly.

"Yes, Sir. She struck her dad with LIGHTENING. She did that right after he killed her mom and was about to hit her. I'm guessing she can't control it yet, but she can manipulate the weather." Director Fury turns around to look at the girl through the 1 way mirror. She is now wearing SHIELD issued clothing. Director Fury grimaces as he sees the bruises covering her arms and face. They were all green, purple and black; extremely painful. She is sitting at a table, ravenously eating sandwiches. She has about five in front of her, and she soon finishes.

"Coulson, what are we supposed to do with a kid? A kid with powers they can't control?" Director Fury asks Phil.

"This is a flying warship; armed to the brim and filled with soldiers. It's not a place for a child." Phil is silent for a minute, thinking over the options. He looks through the one way mirror at her, where he sees her with her head on the table, eyes closed, rubbing her stomach. She most likely ate too much too fast, and is feeling sick. Phil feels a pang of guilt for allowing her to be in such discomfort.

"I can train her," Phil says, quietly. "I could be her SO. Train her, hone her powers. She is an asset, and it would be cruel to put her in an orphanage. She would be so different – other people would find out about her powers, and use her for bad. I don't see any other option, Director." Director Fury nods his assent, and Phil walks towards the door to enter the room the girl is in.

She looks frightened at first; quickly swinging her head around to face the door, but calms down when she sees it is just Phil. Phil walks over to the table and sits beside her.

"Hi," Phil says, kindly.

"Thank you," she says. "Those sandwiches were delicious." Phil just nods his head, staring in wonder at this strong girl in front of him.

"You never said your name." The girl comments, staring at the table where the empty plate sits.

"Call me Phil. And you, young lady, what is it you wish me to call you by?" Phil puts on a horrible imitation of an Asgardian accent on as he says this. The girl doesn't laugh, and instead she continues to stare at the table. She reluctantly raises her gaze to meet Phil's. Phil can the misery and exhaustion in her eyes.

"I'm Clara." She simply states.

"What is your last name?" Clara frowns, scrunching her face up as though she tasted something foul.

"I don't want my last name. It's my dad's." Phil just nods, and she continues. "I heard one of the people who brought me in here call you Agent Coulson. What are you people, spies or something?" Phil sighs, though he knew he would have to explain this to her.

"Remember what I said, about working with superheroes?" it is Clara's turn to nod.

"Well, it's true. We are called SHIELD. SHIELD is a secret organization that protects people – and not just America; the world." Phil observes Clara's face intently, wondering how she will react.

"I've never seen a Super Hero before. I never leave my house." Phil shakes his head in frustration at the cruelty she must have endured.

"Soon, I think, you will get to meet them in person.

"Now, I suppose we should talk about… your powers." Clara stares blankly at Phil, not comprehending what he said.

"The rain? The lightning? Did you think it was just a freak accident?"

"You think… You think I did that? With the lightening?" Phil silently nods his head. With that idea in her head, Clara looks at her hands in wonder.

"The rain…" Clara mutters, the dots connecting in her head. "Every time he hurt me, it began to rain. Of course, I never really paid much attention to it. I guess it happens when I'm really sad, scared or hurt?" Her eyes tear up slightly.

"So when dad killed mom," Clara closes her eyes for a second. "I was angry. Scared and angry; I was fed up with him." Clara's hands begin to shake.

"Phil, I killed him. I killed my dad. I killed him." Clara begins to cry. Phil, at a somewhat loss for what to say, just puts a hand on Clara's back. Phil looks up, startled, to hear pounding rain and thunder outside the helicarrier.

"Clara," Phil whispers, hiding his surprise. "Clara, it's ok. You couldn't control it, and it was out of self defense. You need to be happy. You're free now. Clara listen to me." Clara looks at Phil, eyes full of sadness. Her crying slows to hiccupping, and she wipes the tears out of her eyes. Clara suddenly propels herself forward, and wraps her arms around Phil. Phil doesn't move for a moment, in shock at the sudden physical contact. He slowly and hesitantly wraps his arms around her, and she puts her head under his chin.

With a smile, Phil looks at the young girl who takes comfort in his embrace. He hasn't had this before; well, at least for a long, long time. He pulls her fully onto his lap, her legs out the right side.

"Let's get you in a bed, ok Clara?" She nods her head, but doesn't move from her position. Phil resignedly puts his arm under her legs, and leaves his left arms wrapped around Clara's back. Phil stands up, and walks over to the door.

"Open, please," He says. An Agent opens the door, looking strangely at Phil. Phil walks out the door, and then turns back to the Agent.

"Lead me to an extra bedroom, please." The Agent nods, though he is still looking strangely at Phil.

"Yes, of course, Sir. Right this way." Phil follows the Agent through a series of hallways. They pass doctors, scientists, and other field Agents. They stop outside a door, and the Agent opens it.

"Right in here, Sir." Phil nods a thank you, and then walks into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He turns on the light with his shoulder, and sees the meager room with just the necessities. A closet filled with SHIELD issued clothing, a night table with a lamp, a chair, and a twin bed. The blankets on the bed are already pulled back, ready to get in. Thank goodness. Phil can't help but think. It would be difficult to pull them back with a child in his arms.

Phil puts Clara down on the bed, and then pulls the covers over her.

"Phil, can you stay in here? I don't want to be alone." Phil is shocked, but when he sees her pleading eyes, he realizes that Clara needs him.

"Of course, Clara." He says with a smile. Phil walks to the chair, and sits down in it. He closes his eyes, hoping to get some shuteye while in here.

"Clara, I think we should train tomorrow. There is no better time than now to learn how to control your powers." Clara's face darkens, but she nods all the same.

"Ok," She replies. Phil realizes that he left the lights on, and quickly hops out of his chair to turn them off. Phil sits down in the chair, closing his eyes once again.


Phil is awakened by chatter in his comm.

"Coulson! Coulson, report!" Director Fury's annoyed voice yells. Phil, now wide awake, replies.

"Agent Coulson here."

"COULSON! ABOUT TIME you replied!" Phil glances over at Clara, but even in the dark, he can tell she isn't there. He jumps up and turns on the light. He turns around, and Clara's bed is indeed empty.

"Sir, Clara is gone!"

"GO FREAKING FIGURE. She is in the kitchen, I suggest you get there FIVE SECONDS AGO." Phil is struck momentarily by how quiet and stealthy she must have been to slip past him. Brushing off the thought, Phil runs out of the room, and darts as fast as he can to the kitchen. Phil stands in the doorway, completely astounded with what he sees. Clara is standing in the center of the kitchen, looking genuinely frightened. Surrounding her, in a large circle, are tons of Agents. With their guns drawn. Phil can hear thunder, not at all far overhead. One of the Agents is yelling at Clara.

"Stop with the lightening! It has already hit three times at different parts of the helicarrier. Stop, or we will consider it an act of attack, and we will shoot!"

"STOP!" yells Phil. He runs to Clara, and puts an arm around her shoulder.

"You are all idiots. Did you not hear that we have a CHILD with powers she CANT CONTROL YET on board? I thought Director Fury made an announcement or something! Put the guns away!" The Agents reluctantly put their guns back in their holsters. The thunder immediately stops, along with the rain.

"She was hungry. This is your fault, you should know better than to scare a little girl with powers in the middle of the night." Phil shakes his head in disgust.

Phil crouches down in front of Clara.

"Are you all right?" He asks. Clara nods her head silently.

"The next time you get hungry, just ask. You don't have to sneak it, you can have as much food as you like!" Clara looks down ashamedly. Old habits die hard.

"You can leave, now." Phil tells the Agents, a cold look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Clara. None of the people on board know how to deal with younger people." Heck, neither do I! Phil can't help but think. Clara bobs her head, still having not said a word.

"Are you still hungry?" Phil asks.

"Yes." Clara peeps. Phil kindly grabs her hand and leads her to the giant fridge. When the door is open, Clara looks at the food in wonder. Phil looks contemplatively at the back of her head. Clara's long, red hair is still full of dirt, and… Is that blood? Phil asks himself skeptically. Phil forgot to get Clara a shower! I will get her one in the morning. For now, she just needs food and sleep. Clara picks an apple out of the fridge, and then Phil walks her back to the room.

Phil closes the door, locking it this time.

"Clara, no more leaving the room without me. Ok? Wake me up if you need something." Clara nods her head solemnly while happily chomping on her apple. Phil sits back down in the chair, exhausted. This is going to be quite the journey. He thinks, tiredly. Some thirty minutes later, Phil finally manages to fall asleep.