Chapter 2:

LUNA'S POV:

This whole situation is terrible. I can't believe that SHIELD has the nerve to actually rewrite my DNA. I could've been a super gorgeous genius boy for all I know! It should be illegal. It's safe to assume I was adopted, and I definitely don't see SHIELD as my family. The only bright side is Clint and Natasha. And right now, Natasha is my only hope. I don't want to stay here and "fight the evil of this world"! I want a normal life, with friends my age, and a blue streak in my hair and jeans and shirts with jokes on them!

"Hey Luna. How's it going?" Natasha says as she strolls in.

"Awful, you?" I reply sarcastically.

"I'm good. What's so awful?" she asks.

I consider not telling her, but of course I do. She's my best friend.

"I just found out that my genetic code is not my own and I'm the DNA of superheroes and you. So I guess I'm related to you somehow. "I laugh.

"I'm sorry you didn't know. I wish I could've told you." She frowns.

I'm not mad at her because she couldn't tell me. I understand its fine. But something deep down tells me that it really isn't fine.

"Yeah me too. Since you kept a secret from me for let's see, eleven years, can you do me a favor?"

"It depends. What do you need?"

"I need some new paint, markers, pencils, paper and freedom. Mostly freedom."

"I wish, Luna. I really do. If there was some way I could spring you, I would."

As I'm about to say "I know", Clint jogs in and hugs Natasha from behind.

"Hey Luna." He says.

"Hey." I reply.

I pick up a crayon off the floor and walk over to a wall that isn't visible from any area of the cage. No one's seen it but me. I etch a tally into the wall. There's about 6,209 tally marks on this wall, one for each day I've been here. (Pretty much) The array of colors and marks is rather astonishing.

"Your girlfriend won't let me out." I tell Clint, joking of course.

"Well, my girlfriend isn't allowed to." He winks.

We all laugh about it, but it's really not funny. I pick up a folder with my drawings in it. It's my most recent, I have several. I've been here for eleven years; you'd imagine I have lots of drawings. I pull out the newest drawings, two identical pictures of Clint and Natasha kissing. I showed it to them through the glass, and they laughed. I set it by the door, and Tasha (AKA Natasha if you didn't get that) opens the door just enough for me to slide them through.

"Very nice, Luna." Tasha laughs.

Clint probably would've jokingly shoved me if I were out with them. It's kind of weird, I've never actually touched them, except for that one time I hugged Tasha when I was seven.

"So I need pencils and markers and stuff? And I'm starving." I say.

"Jeez Luna. Patience, the food is coming. Same with the art stuff." Tasha tells me.

"Sorry, I just get really, bored, there's not much I get to do." I explain.

Clint laughs, but Natasha doesn't find it funny. Just as she's about to say something, Fury comes in with food and art supplies. I pretend to gag myself, but Tasha signals me to knock it off. I mouth sorry to her, and she nods.

"Here's your stuff Luna." Fury says, setting the stuff down and then leaving.

"About time." I tease them.

They both laugh this time. I guess it's not that bad here as long as they're both with me. They're awesome; I wonder how I would've managed without them. Tasha opens the door a bit wider than before, and slides the stuff under. Before she can close it I slide under and out. Clint and Tasha look terrified.

"Why are you scared!? You both know I would never hurt you." I promise, but they nod behind me. I'm scared too now. I whip around, and see a large line of agents with guns and tazers.

"Oh. I see."

A smile drips over my lips. In a flash, I sit peacefully down in front of them. They seem shocked, but on guard. I give them an adorable look and they seem to melt. I stand back up and stroll right out the door. No one even moves the strangeness of the moment lingering as I dash right out of SHIELD. Since I have no clue where to go, I just keep running. I just keep running until everything I've ever known was out of sight. I lost my breath a while back, so I walk now. It takes ages in my mind, but eventually I reach a town. There's an occasional passerby, but I don't see anyone who might help me.

After sitting on the corner for fifteen minutes, I get bored and start searching for somewhere to stay. Soon it's dark, and the lack of lights in the town doesn't help my search. As if that wasn't enough, it started to rain too. I was wet and cold and I could barely see. The same pair of black jeans I've had since I was fifteen hug my legs. They don't do much to keep me warm, because they hold rips and frays caused by sharp pencils and such. I resort to the most desperate and luck orientated measure. I stroll up to the first house I see and knock on the door.

STEVE'S POV:

I'm in the middle of not sleeping when I hear someone knock on my door. Just to be polite, I pull a thin white shirt over my head. I jog upstairs and answer the door. A young girl stands patiently at the door. She's soaked and shivering, and she looks desperate.

"I'm sorry to bother you, it's just that I'm wet and really cold and I have nowhere to stay." She explains.

"You don't have a house?"

"I kind of might have just escaped from SHIELD, so yeah, I don't have a house. I promise I'm not a villain though."

"You're a SHIELD victim?" she nods. "Come in."