Sadly I don't own anyone in this story other than Sophia... Yet...
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Sophia knew she was being followed the second she woke up, there was something different about the air, a tension she could almost taste.
She pulled herself out of bed and tugged down on the lilac vest top she'd worn to bed as a harsh breeze slid from under the door of her small apartment, not that she really noticed, her skin was already heating up from the panic which was bubbling inside her, that they'd found her.
That was a fear which always kept Sophia moving everywhere, out of England to begin with but she still didn't feel safe enough, she preferred the busy streets of New York but soon she felt trapped there too and moved to the small sea side town in Naples in Florida but she was already feeling too suffocated there as it was as the streets became familiar, she sighed as she waited for the kettle to boil, why did she feel as if she'd never even escaped.
Which was when her senses went into overdrive.
Mainly because of the off chance she heard the buzz of a walkie talkie but that was all it took, all of a sudden the chipped once red mug and pale green plates suddenly became to vibrant too look at and the weak rays of early morning sunshine which worked its ways through the curtains felt almost blinding and the noises from everyone else in the whole apartment made her head spin as all too familiar nausea swept over her as the burning on her skin began. To anyone else touching her skin it would have felt as if Sophia was coated in invisible flames but to her it just felt like thousands of paper cuts all happening at the same time, over and over.
Sophia could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs to her floor, and in a few lithe footsteps in which she dodged every floorboard which made a sound, she pulled the small handgun which was hidden under the chunky chest of wooden drawers and tucked it into the hem of her small matching lilac bed shorts, the weight of the gun feeling almost comforting as it felt like ice against her skin.
She heard the footsteps stop directly on the opposite side of the door, and winced as the loud knocks on the wood made her head spin. She stayed perfectly still crouched in the position she was in, her knees to her chest as she waited to see what else they were doing, she could hear their mutters perfectly and raised herself to her full height, pushing her shockingly red hair behind her shoulders – just as the front door was sent flying off its hinges as two men walked into their rooms, stopping on either side of her door as Nick Fury walked in.
He walked in and turned at Sophia who refused to back down as his eye bored into her, and she knew what he was trying to do, she did it to people all the time, he was trying to make her feel little and meek, something Sophia refused to do.
"Do you want to move that gun?" he asked, his voice gravely as he spoke, sending goose bumps down Sophias neck.
"Not particularly. Why? Scared I'll shoot? I mean you have just broke my door down," Sophia smiled maliciously, refusing to back down despite his very best efforts.
"We've come to talk," he said and paused, waiting for me to say something probably, Sophia thought as she kept her face impassive although she felt the curiosity begin to eat at her.
"I work for SHEILD which is a government organisation, and we feel as if we could use your help."
He said bluntly and another burst of fear covered Sophias body as she tried to calm herself down as she tried to mask the fear with a easy smile, "I assume by help you mean become a human guinea pig again, sorry not going to happen," she smiled and cocked her head to the side, raising one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, "but then again. I don't suppose I have a choice do I?" Sophia asked, but she didn't really expect any other answer then what she was given.
"No, and you won't be a test subject." he said frankly and opened his mouth to say something else but Sophia cut him off, talking over him as she stalked into her bedroom, her footsteps eerily quiet as she walked.
"Fine," she called out over her shoulder as she paused at her bedroom door, "I'll get dressed and pack."
"But you have no idea what SHEILD even is, or where we are going," he said incredulously, gazing at the petite woman in front of him.
Sophia smiled, tossing her hair behind her and chuckled, "I don't have a choice, it doesn't matter."
Just a little insight into Sophia, I'm not too happy with this I've re written it too much and I just need to get it out there now, to start working on the second chapter, I just wanted to set up at what Sophias "Skills" are and how she tries to be uncaring almost.
I don't know :'}
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