AN, still don't own any of it, except the OC. Thanks for the comments guys, i'll try to update as often as possible but this thing called school often gets in the way. Hope you enjoy :)

Slowly opening her eyes she allowed time for them to adjust to the dark room. A camera in the corner was recording her every move. She bent her head down onto the desk where her hands were cuffed together. After picking the lock on her hands she bent down and started on the foot cuffs that surrounded her ankle. Suddenly the door opened. 'Agent Ward I presume. Sorry about your head.' She acknowledged smirking at him. He touched the white bandage wrapped around his skull with his free hand and grimaced.

'I see you let yourself out.' He said looking at the two pairs of handcuffs laying on the table.

'I don't like being cuffed.'

'Why did you run?'

'5, 4, 3, 2, 1.' She counted down as Coulson walked through the door. Ward lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

'You can go Agent, I'll take it from here.'

'Saved by the bell.' She laughed at Ward as he exited. After closing the door Coulson asked,

'I have to fill in a form about you, do you mind?'

'Would it change anything if I did?'

'Well, I could get the truth serum out, but I think that's unnecessary.'

'Is it multiple choice? I love multiple choice?'

'Full birth name?'

'Michelle Tyra Carter.'

'Date of birth?'

'24th October 1977.'

'Happy Birthday for yesterday.'

'Why thank-you.' She replied in a faux bow.

'Type of power?'

'I can see through stuff.'

'X-ray vision?'

'Sure.'

'When did it start?'

'Birth I guess.'

'Affiliation with The Rising Tide?'

'I hope they got the good photo of me for their wanted posters.'

'You've done jobs for them in the past?'

'Correct. Can I ask you a question?'

'I suppose.'

'What's the scar from?' She asked, indicating a line down her chest, over her heart.

'Stabbed by a Chitauri with a sceptre. You see through clothes?'

'Yes but don't look so worried. I'm not going to check you out.' He grimaced and touched his finger to his ear.

'I'll be right there. Here, fill out the form yourself,' he said, handing her a pen.

In half an hour Coulson came back into the room. Sitting on top of the desk she threw a paper airplane at Coulsons' face. Catching it mid flight, he opened it up to check everything was completed.

'Thanks for that.' He said, smiling.

'Can I come out now?'

'That might not be the best idea.'

'I know there was a theft. Looked like some maths problem. P vs NP right? The million dollar question. The one people devote their lives to.'

'You watched the brief.' She shrugged and walked towards Coulson. Smiling he got a large box from his pocket. Opening it, she saw a necklace.

'Jewelry? You shouldn't have.'

'It's not quite jewelry. It has a core processor that should disable your, vision. May I?' He offered, gesturing to her neck. She nodded, and taking the necklace, he brushed her hair to one side and clipped the ends. She gasped as a small charge ran through the device. And when she closed and opened her eyes, nothing happened.

Sighing she asked, 'What happens now?'

'Either you go back to living your life. Always running, but stopping to check in with us occasionally. Or, you stay with us. We train you, then you help us with cases.'

'Why would I want to help you?'

'What else do you have planned? You could keep selling information to The Rising Tide, but they want to kill you at the moment. And I'm sorry to bring it up but you have no family. You have a talent. Why not help people with it?'

'Just like they helped me? I've been living like this my whole life. I can't have friends, or family because people use them to get to me. That's why I started running. I've never been out of Australia because they track the flights. I just want a normal fucking life.' She said quietly as a lone tear ran down her face. 'If you think I'm going to work for the same people that stopped me from having that, you are dead wrong.' With that she walked back into the interrogation room and slammed the door behind her. Finally someone was brave enough to enter the room, 'I know that Coulson thinks his way is right all the time, but I know that's not true. But the truth is that this is the best option at the moment.' Elizabeth finally acknowledged the other woman in the room. 'I used to think I was on the right side, The Rising Tide. But last week, my friend in it did the wrong thing. He hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D and sold information. A million dollars and it killed a man. I know he didn't mean to. But I can't help but hope that by being on this side, I can save that person next time.'

'Cute. Did Coulson put you up to this?'

'No, well yes. But I meant it all.'

'What has S.H.I.E.L.D done for me so far? They took me away from my apartment, shot me, disabled my powers, and now expect me to join them?'

'Remember that if you do decide to join, it could save some other chick from all the shit you went through.' With that Skye walked out the door, leaving Elizabeth once again, alone.

'Can I see Coulson?' She asked of the camera. A few minutes later the man walked through the door to greet her.

'Fine. I'll stay. But only because you've taken everything away from me.'

'Lovely. Next time we stop at HQ we'll get them to make you a bunk. For now you can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch.' She looked confused as to why he would give it up so quickly, 'It's a really comfy couch.' He said grinning, 'By the way I'm your S.O.'

'Shitheaded Oaf?'

'No. Supervising Officer. And your boss.'

'Awesomesauce. Do I get the necklace off soon?'

'About that, not until Fitz and Simmons have a look at you. I don't want to find out that you can actually kill us with your mind.'

'Wouldn't that be a twist. Where's the food in this place?' Coulson led her to the kitchen where she spent the next few minutes aghast at the lack of 'quality' food.

'No Vegemite? How do you live like this. You're like cavemen.'

'Cave-people. It's less gender specific.'

'No Tim-tams? How do you drink your tea?'

'If you didn't know, you are the only Australian on the Bus. Meaning you are the only one with genetically weird taste buds.'

'Is this melted marshmallows? In a jar?' She was irate.

'Let's make you a PB&J sandwich then you can sleep off this anxiety.'

'Sure. But we're going shopping tomorrow. Even if you aren't on board with the whole Vegemite thing, I need clothes.'

'We?'

'Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you are planning on sending me alone.'

'I'll send Skye and Mae.'

'Yes, lovely girls.' She said mockingly. 'One shot me and the other really needs to work on her persuasion techniques.'

'It worked, didn't it?'

To that there was no answer only a fixed glare.

'Also, you'll have to wait for that trip. We arrive in DC tomorrow. For now you'll have to use the clothes supplied by S.H.I.E.L.D.'

'Am I helping on the mission?'

'Yes. Skye is hacking the systems right now, to get us a pass into the annual conference. Ward and Mae are working the bar, and the rest are in the van.'

'I presume I'll need a dress, shoes, jewelry and makeup. And bobby pins.'

'Skye looked at your purchase history, so she got you a dress and everything, in the right size and everything. It's quite nice.'

At this point she finished her sandwich and he walked her to his room. Grabbing his laptop he left for the couch.

'G'night Agent Coulson. And thanks for letting me tag along. I still have my reservations, but you seem ok.'

The Agent nodded, smiled and left the room. Elizabeth tried to claw at the back of the necklace, but to no avail, the ends seemingly had fused together. It wasn't long enough to simply slip over her head. Exasperated she gave up and stripped to bare essentials before clambering into Coulsons' bed. She didn't trust any of the agents, but would play into their plans for the time being.