Sascha raised an eyebrow. "Who?" She frowned. Was I supposed to be familiar with this man?
Fury gave a low chuckle. It was unnatural and seemed a bit out of character. "In due time."
"What if I leave?" Sascha placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.
Fury looked at her, somewhat impressed at my stubbornness. "That would be...unwise of you. But, then again I won't force you to stay."
Sascha frowned, she had escaped a secretive prison only to join a secretive organization. Who's to say this isn't a trap.
"I promise I will personally explain everything when it becomes necessary, but first I need to know that you are on board." Fury's tone became serious.
She thought for a moment. She had nowhere else to go and nothing to lose. "I'm in."
Fury moved to exit the room, but she stopped him. "Wait!" She cried
Fury stopped, his back turned. "Yes?"
"From what I know SHIELD is like a government facility, yes?" Sascha bit her lip anxiously.
"I suppose you can look at it that way. What's your point?"
"So, you keep tabs on everyone?"
"I don't have time for a game of 20 Questions. I will ask again. What's your point?"
Sascha tried not to flinch at the harshness of his tone. "Since I've been living in a lab breed to be an indestructible human being. Which could be a potential threat, I imagine you would keep tabs on them. So is it possible I have a folder?" Sascha bit her lip in anticipation. She was eager to learn anything she could about herself.
"Check under Blackwood." With that Fury left, and she was once again alone.
Sascha was brought to her room at once, left with no time to check her file. The woman who guided her there said they would bring her suitable clothes and shoes in the morning.
Sascha's face turned beet red, realizing she'd been prancing about in front of Nick Fury in next to nothing.
With a sigh Sascha climbed onto her bed and burrowed under the covers. A small smile creeped onto her face as she thought of her life from now. Regardless of the way she got them, her powers interested her, and she wanted to learn how to use them.
I wonder if they're looking for me... She wondered. Even if they are, they won't find me up here...I hope
She frowned at the possibility of them finding her. She closed her eyes and pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
When Sascha awoke from her dreamless sleep there were new clothes and shoes sitting on the chair next to her bed. She smirked and carried the clothes to her bathroom.
Sascha placed the clothes on the toilet seat and undressed. She tossed her old clothes in the basket nearby and then turned her attention to the faucets. They were complicated compared to the one she used at the institute. Once she figured out how to get the water running, she stepped in and let her body relax, allowing the hot water to sooth her aching muscles. The makeup on her skin washing away to reveal multiple scars from beatings when she would not obey. The scientists demanded she covered up with foundation and cover up so she would not attract attention.
After she was rinsed, she stepped outside and dried herself with a fluffy, white towel. She put on the clothes provided to her and looked in the mirror. It was a loose black top and loose trousers. The clothes were dull, but it was better than what she had previously been wearing. She slipped on the shoes and smiled. For the first time she wore something other than her usual lab experiment clothes. Before leaving she picked up a rubber band from the table near her bed and put her short, wavy brown hair in a little ponytail.
After getting lost many times Sascha finally found Dr. Banner's lab. She walked through the doors, marveling at the technology with a grin on her face. The lab was empty.
Sascha heard the door open from behind her. She turned saw a man walk in. He had curly brown hair and a somewhat square face. Sascha's heart thumped against her chest. He was handsome.
"Uhm...Dr. Banner?" She questioned.
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Oh! Hello, I'm supposed to be working with you on the search for the Tesseract." She smiled.
Dr. Banner looked genuinely shocked. "Oh, hi. I assumed Fury was joking when he said I would get an assistant."
"My name is Sascha...Blackwood." She extended out her hand, a smile on her face.
The doctor seemed shocked at her mundane actions. He looked at her outstretched hand as if it was rigged, some kind of trap. At first he didn't take it, but Sascha's smile fell, believing she had done something wrong. He tentatively took it, giving her a firm shake.
"By any chance are you new here?" He asked. It was very rare that anyone was as hospitable to him as she was.
Sascha nodded. "How did you know?"
"Lucky guess." He let out a low chuckle before turning to his computer.
"I see. Well, I'll get to work then!" Sascha shuffled over to the nearest unused computer and began her work.
She stared intently at the screen in front of her. She was trying to find the location of the Tesseract through the spectrometers that were set up. It was an exceptionally slow process, so there wasn't really much she could do other than check on the meters every so often and recalibrate them.
She spun around in her chair. Every so often stealing secret glances at Dr. Banner.
"So, Dr. Banner, do you enjoy literature?" Sascha asked, out of the blue.
"I suppose so. I'm no English buff, but I enjoy a good read. What about you Miss Blackwood?"
"Please, call me Sascha."
"Then, please, call me Bruce." Dr. Banner smiled.
"All right, Bruce, I also enjoy a good book. My favorite is Jane Eyre." Sascha replied with a large grin.
"Jane Eyre? What do you like about it?" Bruce seemed to have inched closer, he was genuinely interested in her.
Sascha thought about all the things she loved about that book. Jane is strong and bold. She has the courage to defy social conventions she has the courage to raise her voice even when she's utterly terrified. I often envy to be just like her. When she lives with that family it's absolute hell having to endure abuse and neglect and not one person batting an eyelash. She had Betty and I have Dr. Abram. I find her relatable in that sense. It's not just her character, but It's wonderfully written and each page entrances me. I've read it over many many times. But Sascha frowned. She couldn't say all of that. He would ask questions like 'How have you been abused or neglected?' or 'Who is Dr. Abram?' all questions she did not want to answer.
"I dunno, I just enjoy it. It's well written." Sascha replied indifferently.
Bruce frowned. It was clear he wanted more of an answer than that.
Sascha turned back to her work, disappointed to see the progress of the machines barely progressing. She silently hoped for this to speed up.
"So, where are you from?" Bruce asked.
Sascha frowned. "Uhm...Germany?"
"That sounds more like a question than an answer." Bruce laughed.
"Yeah..."
There was a brief awkward silence between the two.
Bruce let out a sigh. He looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Bruce turned to his computer. When she offered to shake his hand and acted so kindly he had hoped she would be different.
Sascha watched as Bruce stared at his computer screen in defeat. She felt terrible. "That's not it! I'm not great at conversation."
Bruce looked up at her and smiled. "It's fine. I uh...I'm not exactly the best either." He let out a small chuckle and Sascha smiled. "Let's start over then. How long have you been in SHIELD?"
Sasch chuckled. "To be honest. I just got here yesterday."
"Wow, you really are new."
"Yeah, I had no where to go and SHIELD kinda picked me up. They think I can be...useful."
"Useful?"
"Yeah, I have these powers. I don't know how to use it or what it can do but it's...something I guess." Sascha fiddled with her thumbs as she spoke. The doors to the lab opened and Natasha walked inside.
"Miss Blackwood it's time for you to begin training."
Sascha looked up at her and frowned. "Training? I thought I was helping Bru-Dr. Banner."
Natasha's eyes flickered over to Bruce for a second. "Fury thinks it would be good for you to hone your abilities. You'll be back in a few hours."
Sascha stood hesitantly and nodded. "All right..." She waved goodbye to Bruce and followed Natasha out.
...
Sascha stood in the training room wearing different clothes. Clothes similar to what she wore when she first arrived. A sports bra and track shorts. Sascha felt self conscious since she knew her scars were visible, but she forced herself not to think about it.
A woman walked through the doors of the training room and smiled at Sascha. She had long ash blonde hair and a petite figure.
"Hello Miss Blackwood. I am Valerie, you're trainer."
"Hi." Sascha smiled. Valerie extended her hand and Sascha took it exchanging a firm shake.
"Now let's try to work on your construct abilities. Think of something, anything really, and focus on it appearing in front of you." Valerie said.
Sascha nodded. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes. She thought of a tree, her favorite tree, a willow tree. She opened her eyes and manifesting in front her was the tree. It was dark and Sascha smiled as the tree took form. She looked toward Valerie who gave her an approving glance.
"I did it!" As she said this. The tree began to glitch. A sudden pain spread through her head as the tree broke form and disappeared. Sascha frowned and Valerie put a hand on her shoulder.
"Why don't we try something different? Simpler."
...
Hours and hours went by and each attempt blew up in her face. Both literally and metaphorically. She was sweaty and exhausted. Each attempt wore her down.
Valerie gave her a pat on the back and said, "Why don't we try again tomorrow?"
Sascha gave a weak nod and went to the next room. She changed her clothes and returned to the lab.
...
When she returned Bruce was rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking very stressed. Sascha tapped his shoulder lightly causing him to look her way.
"I'm back." She smiled.
Bruce quickly fixed his posture and adjusted himself. "Hey! How was uh...training?"
"Unsuccessful." Sascha sighed. "I'll get it one day though." Sascha made her way over to her computer and continued her work.
As time flew by the two of them worked in comfortable silence. As he worked, Bruce sighed and groaned several times. Frankly, it was not the most appealing sound to listen to. She scooted over to him on her swivel chair and propped her elbows on his desk.
"Something the matter?" She asked.
Bruce smirked. "Sorry if I'm annoying you. This process is just painfully slow."
"It is isn't it." Sascha smirked.
Bruce glanced up at the clock and frowned. "It's kinda late. You should get to bed."
"I'm not tired." The mention of a good night's sleep caused Sascha to yawn involuntarily. "That is in no way related to my previous statement."
Bruce chuckled. "You need sleep."
Sascha puffed out her cheeks. "What and you don't? You every bit as human as I am."
Bruce frowned. "You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what I am." He muttered.
Sascha looked up at him and frowned. "What was that?"
"Nothing, just get to bed. You need your sleep."
Sascha took the hint that he didn't exactly want to talk much anymore and she left.
...
Sascha was shocked to see more clothes when when she returned to her room. Pajamas, dresses, jeans, shirts. She wondered where they came from, the clothes provided this morning were terribly dull.
As she stood marvelling at the variety of clothes there was a knock on her door. Sascha turned and standing in the doorway was Natasha.
"Hey."
Sascha smiled. "Hi!"
"I figured you'd want something more than agent clothes, so some new outfits were ordered courtesy of SHIELD."
Sascha grinned ear to ear. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it. I'm glad to have another girl aboard." And with that Natasha left, most likely retreating to her own quarters.
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Sascha hopped into bed in one of her new pajamas and grinned as she thought of her new life from now on.
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