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M.

Pacing the cramped cell, she scowled. She had been stuck in the cell for at least three hours now, after she was caught at gun point. The plan had seemed to work well, and when she originally created it, she couldn't find any flaws whatsoever. Her downfall was that, yet again, she hadn't anticipated something that was so obvious. She should have known that SHIELD would be inhabiting Stark Tower because of the not-so-secret Avengers Initiative. She mentally cursed both SHIELD and her own confident brashness in three different languages that she had picked up while travelling.

She lifted her head and studied her surroundings. Three of the cell's walls were stone and seemingly impenetrable, and the other wall was made up of metal poles that were close enough that she would only be able to fit one hand through. There was only one guard outside her cell; obviously they didn't think she would be able to take on even one fully grown man. It was impossible to escape – for a normal human, that is. She was nowhere near normal, though. A plan formed in her mind. She could use her abilities to stop the guard from moving, and then make his keys come to her so that she could unlock the door. She could then become invisible and walk out of the tower, and no one would be any the wiser. But of course, she wouldn't do that. She had heard many rumours about SHIELD and the way they operated, and she knew that if she escaped, they would hunt her down. After all, she was now a possible threat to the agency.

So, instead of planning ways to get out, she thought about what excuse she would do this time. Her eyes were closed and her mind was running, revising her words and making sure she sounded believable. She would rather be floating upside down - the blood rush helped her think – but they didn't seem to know she was anything out of the ordinary, and she could use that to her advantage.

She heard the footsteps before she saw them. She opened her eyes and saw a young woman in a SHIELD uniform talking to the guard outside. Sensing that she would be leaving the cell, she stood up and stared at the woman. The guard nodded and their whispered conversation ended, and he came to unlock her door. He then slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists, and handed the key to the agent. The woman, who had short brown hair and a fancy ear-piece in her right ear, stood tall with a posture only someone with years of training would have.

"I'm here to take you up for questioning." The agent turned towards the stairs, motioning for the girl to follow her. She did, and soon they were in an elevator like the one she was in before. She sensed that it would probably not be a good idea to talk, and instead held her head up high and continued going over excuses. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The agent walked fast, heading down the corridor to a door at the very end. She obviously didn't think that her prisoner could do anything with handcuffs on, even though she had broken into Stark Tower. Sighing, the girl followed her. When they reached the door, the agent knocked sharply, and opened the door when a deep voice commanded her to come in. The agent opened the door, and told the girl to stay outside for a minute. She entered the room and closed the door behind her, leaving the other girl outside.

"Ah, Agent Hill. You brought the trespasser?" The same man's voice said. So her name is Agent Hill, the girl thought. She leant against the door with her ear to the wood so she could eavesdrop.

"Yes, she's waiting outside now."

"You left her outside by herself? You don't know what she'll do," the man said, clearly annoyed.

"No, sir, she's just a girl. She'll be too scared to do anything brash," Hill responded firmly.

Just a girl? Just a girl? The eavesdropper shook her head. They don't know half of what I'm capable of.

"Well, how did she get in, then? Did she hypnotise the guards with her childlike innocence? I need answers Hill; this situation could threaten the safety of SHIELD," the man demanded, his voice raising slightly. She knew that it would be a bad idea to cross this guy. But, knowing her attitude, she would probably say something inappropriate and get thrown back into a cell for a good part of her future.

"That's the problem sir; we found no footage of her on our cameras until she suddenly bolted out of Stark's lab. We have no idea how she did it." She heard the man straighten up in his chair.

"Well, she's been listening to us this whole time, so why don't we just ask her how she got through security?" She felt her cheeks warm up and redden at the fact she had been caught out. Like a child who knew they were in big trouble, she opened the door slowly and quietly. Sitting before her were Agent Hill and a middle-aged, African-American man who she immediately knew to be Director Fury, in all of his one-eyed glory. She sighed, deciding to go for happy and innocent.

"Hi!" She sounded much more cheery and confident than she felt. She gave a small wave, but neither of the other occupants of the office seemed amused.

"Sit," the director said firmly. She did as she was told, stopping herself from arguing or being difficult. She was in enough trouble as it was. She sat down in an uncomfortable chair opposite of Fury and his desk. She took in her surroundings; a good sized room with several windows, that lacked personal touches. SHIELD probably looked down on that kind of thing because they wouldn't want their people to be showing weakness or vulnerability. The desk had several files on it, some open and sprawled over the desk, others closed and in a pile. There was also a laptop and a stationery holder with assortments of pens and pencils. All in all, the room was modern, but it was very bland and boring. She stared expectantly at the director, who leaned forward on his elbows and stared right back at her. It was silent for a moment, but then she was bombarded with questions.

"Who are you? Why did you break into SHIELD headquarters? Who are you working for? And most importantly, how the hell did you get into my tower?" Fury was yelling by the end of his little speech, and he seemed to be getting more agitated with every breath. He narrowed his eye at her, and leant back in his chair. She frowned, working out what to say.

"Well, first of all, nice to meet you too," she replied sarcastically. Fury didn't look impressed, so she moved on hastily.

"I am someone who you should both admire, yet be afraid of. I have never met anyone else like myself in all of my twenty-two years, and I have the potential to be extremely dangerous. I broke in because I had to return something that I took three years ago. Then again, I didn't really break in. Your security sucks, by the way. But, I guess not everybody can see someone who is invisible." This snatched their interest, and Fury leaned forward again, while agent Hill moved to stand closer to the desk.

"Invisible?" Hill asked. The young girl nodded smugly.

"Indeed. I have powers that you could only dream of. That's how I broke in. And lastly, I don't work for anyone but myself. Where would the fun be in that?" She thought that they would be surprised that she didn't work for some terrorist organization, but if they were, they hid it well. Instead, they both seemed to still be thinking about the invisibility comment.

"What kind of powers are you talking about here? Just invisibility?" Fury asked. The young girl smirked, and shook her head.

"Oh, invisibility among other things. Have you ever heard of Experiment Y?" The director nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Agent Hill typing away on a tablet, probably searching up the long dead program.

"Yes, we shut it down back in the nineties," he said, eyeing her suspiciously.

"They were an illegal program experimenting on kids, changing their genes and DNA to create mutants, you could call them, all with different powers. They created telepathics, pyrokinetics, even kids who could fly. There were probably about twenty kids all together, all orphans or thrown out by their parents," she continued, and Fury kept nodding.

"Yes, yes, we know all of that. That's classified information, though. How do you know all of that? Did you hack our systems too?" The girl frowned, but stayed silent, letting Fury work out the answers to his questions for himself. She could see the gears turning in Fury's head, and then his eye widened and he leant back as the realisation dawned on him.

"You were one of them, weren't you?" She nodded, and she saw Hill still typing on her tablet, looking up at the handcuffed girl every so often.

"Go ahead, run a search for my face. But you'll find nothing about me. Not the real me, anyway," she smiled smugly. Fury narrowed his eye again.

"We have information on every person in this country, and people in other countries. We have information about the other kids in the Experiment Y program. We even have information on otherworldly beings. Why won't we find information about you?"

"Oh, lots of reasons, sir. I have many false identities, and an ability to escape unwanted problems. I could leave now, and you wouldn't even know until I was out of this building." Again, she smirked. She loved challenging people, because she knew she would always beat them. Fury laughed humourlessly.

"I seriously doubt that."

"Do you, Director?" There was a mischievous glint in her sea-green eyes.

"You should be more careful with your tone. You have no idea who you're dealing with," he warned, and she chuckled quietly at his words.

"The question is, sir, do you know who you're dealing with? You have no idea what I could be capable of." Her words were met with a heavy silence, and she could feel Fury's critical gaze sweeping over her. He frowned.

"Well then, why don't you tell me who you are and what you are capable of?" She smiled arrogantly.

"See, now you're asking the right questions," she remarked. Fury raised his eyebrows, obviously unimpressed with her attitude. She laughed on the inside; at first she told herself that she wouldn't get into anymore trouble by being rude and sassy, but now she was being her usual sarcastic, snide self, and probably making another enemy.

"My name is Sam Moore," she paused, and smirked as she watched Agent Hill make a futile attempt at searching her name in their database.

"And I am the world's first and only energy manipulator."