That evening I finished the rest of the pizza. Emotional eating and what not. That made me feel almost sick so I slipped up onto the roof to gaze at the stars. Gazing at the few stars I could actually see through always made me feel better, calmer. The next morning I slowly woke up shivering and really out of it. I couldn't even remember where I was. I grasped for my covers, but instead my fingertips brushed the rough surface of a roof. I immediately sat up and looked around. I was pretty sure that it was still night, but the light from Times Square made it hard to tell. I shook my head to clear the grogginess before I flopped back down. My head banged against the hard cement.

"AH!" I gasped rolling over and clutching my head suddenly feeling a lot more awake.

"Why am I on the roof?" I groaned and ran my hand through my hair which reminded me that I needed to shower, badly. There was still dried red paint on my stomach. I sluggishly stood up still rubbing my aching head. Today was already starting off to be a bad day. I took a deep breath and tried to sprint towards the edge of the building, but it was actually more of a jog because of how groggy I was. I tried to jump off the building and ended up missing the edge. I tripped off the side and free fall towards the dirty alley below. My eyes widened and I abruptly spread my wings pulling up out of my fall. I shook my head again trying to unsuccessfully clear the tired fog from my head. I slowly glided to my window and attempted to land on the sill. Unfortunately I missed and was sent tumbling through the window frame. I tucked my wings in and awkwardly bounced off the end of my bed. Finally landing with an ungraceful thump on the floor.

"And she sticks the landing." I mumbled into my grey carpet. I wearily rolled over onto my back and glanced around my room searching for my phone. I sighed remembering that had left it in the kitchen late last night after I finished that pizza. I rolled over and slowly sat up letting out a long tired sigh. I sluggishly stood up heavily leaning on my bed for support and shuffled over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of old grey sweatpants and a black sports bra and headed to the bathroom. I flipped on the lights illuminating the grey tiled room. I opened a closet on my left that was right inside the door and pulled out a shockingly grey towel. I walked past the doorway leading to the bathroom stalls the started to walk over to the showers, but stopped when I saw my reflection in the mirrors over the sinks. I looked like I had been eaten, spit back out, and then stomped on a few times. My long blonde hair was wind-blown and knotted. It's a miracle that I was even able to run my hand through it earlier. My stomach and leggings still had crusty red paint stains on them and my eyes had huge bags under them. My wings had some red paint splatters on them and were dirty from spending all night out on the roof. I looked like an angel of death. I continued shuffling over to the shower stalls even more excited to take a shower than I was before. I hung my grey towel on a hook out side and carefully balanced my clean clothes on the shower door. I threw my dirty clothes in a pile and took a quick, cold shower that cleared my head and woke me up a little bit. I hate being in the shower for long periods of time and I can't stand hot water. I know, I'm a freak of nature, I think it comes with having wings or more likely my ice powers. I can't control warm water and I never get cold so I prefer the cold shower. When I got out I pulled on my comfy, grey, sweatpants and a black sports bra. I ran my hand through my sopping wet hair and scrunched my nose. I've always hated wet hair…which was actually kind of ironic because I can control water and my hair gets wet a lot, but I hated how limp and dead wet hair was. I picked up my dirty clothes and threw them in a laundry chute near the door opposite the supply closet and walked back into the hall.

"Where were you last night?" A voice called from behind me causing me to jump. I quickly recollected myself.

"Who wants to know?" I warily asked turning around to face the agent.

"Can't I just stop in to check up on you?" He chuckled.

"Not at two in the morning." I scowled. He sighed.

"Blaise, please, we really need to talk."

"It's a little late to fill the role of parent, Coulson. I'm eighteen, and I take care of myself now. I make my own choices." I informed him running my hand through my damp hair.

"I know. That's what seems to be the problem lately. Director Fury would like to see you." He tightly smiled trying to look reassuring.

"Now? Can't he wait until morning?" I groaned childishly.

"He wanted to see you yesterday afternoon, but you weren't around so no, I'm sorry, but it's not optional." He apologized.

"It's fine. It's not your fault, but can I at least grab a shirt first?" I asked gesturing to my outfit. I did not want to have a meeting with Director Fury while I was dressed like this. He already treated my as an unprofessional child without me giving him a reason to. Phil looked hesitant so I quickly continued,

"I'm not going to fly out the window. Hell, I can leave the door open so you can make sure I don't take off if you want."

"Alright, just try to do it quickly." He nodded and I walked back to my room. He followed behind me and I propped the door open. I pulled a black shirt with the sleeves cut off out of my closet and put it on.

"What was the point in coming to grab a shirt again?" He asked amused with a small smile.

"Shut up. Are we really going to talk about my outfit right now?" I snapped rolling my eyes as I walked out of the room into the hall.

"I have to make up for lost time." He chuckled casually strolling out behind me to the elevator.

"No, you really don't." I scowled jabbing the elevator buttons.

"Careful, don't break the elevator." He cautioned. My scowl deepened and I strode over to the corner of the elevator and sulked. I crossed my arms and huffed angrily. He smiled as the elevator descended to the second floor. That's what made Coulson so hard to deal with. He was always nice even when I was being an ass. It was infuriating. The doors slid open with a whoosh and I quickly pushed off the wall, eager to be out of the elevator. I walked through the quiet room crammed full of cubicles. In a couple of hours this room would be bustling with agents, but there were currently only a few in here. We silently walked side by side back to the hallway leading to Fury's office. I started to walk down the hall, but Phil put his hand on my shoulder stopping me.

"Blaise..." Coulson started. I paused and ran my hand through my hair.

"What?"

"Behave…please." He pleaded and I nodded even though I knew that I would end up misbehaving. I tried to behave...most of the time, but Fury always brought out my sassy side and I usually got in big trouble for mouthing off.

"Thanks." I smirked and walked down the hall. I knocked on the large metal door and a voice called from inside telling me to come in. I slowly opened the door and slid inside. I shut the door behind me and turned to face Fury. He looked upset. But then again, I can't ever tell if he just looks angry because of the eye patch or if he's actually angry for real.

"You wanted to see me…sir?" I nervously asked purposely tagging the sir onto the end. I hoped that the sir might soften him up a bit.

"Yesterday." He briskly replied.

"Better late than never right?" I nervously laughed trying to lighten the mood. His one good eye glared me down and I knew that my attempt failed. I nervously glanced around the room and spotted a potted fern in the corner.

"Is that a new plant? I swear it looks fantastic. What's your secret?" I gushed trying to change the subject.

"Stop acting like a child Agent Williams." He harshly admonished. I slouched down in my seat and looked at the floor embarrassed. At least, I though far enough ahead to wear a shirt or this would be ten times worse.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Sit up straight and look at me when I'm talking to you." I immediately straightened back up and met his eyes...eye. I never knew whether I should look at his eye or the eye patch.

"Yes sir, Mr. Director, sir." I nervously babbled running my hand through my hair as I tried to keep my tone un-sarcastic.

"Do you think that this is some kind of a joke?" He questioned staring me down. He was obviously not happy with me.

"No sir." I solemnly answered trying to keep from laughing as I stared him in the eye. I had never been good at staring someone in the eyes...eye without laughing. I bit my lip and ran my hand through my hair.

"There seems to be an issue Agent Williams. Your supervising officer, Agent Morris has asked to be reassigned. Do you care to enlighten me as to why he his has asked to be reassigned?" He asked leaning across the table on his forearms.

"Not particularly." I mumbled looking him in the eye.

"Wrong answer. Want to try again?" He asked looking at me raising his eyebrow.

"Not really." I shrugged slightly more confidently this time.

"That's too bad. Are you going to tell me or do I have to call Agent Romanoff in here?" He challenged cocking his eyebrow.

"Romanoff's in Russia." I replied blank faced. I fought the urge to smirk as I called him on his bluff. It was truly amazing that I had been able to keep a straight face this long.

"Should I call her in?" He questioned.

"I don't know this seems like kind of a trivial issue." I replied shrugging and somehow miraculously keeping my poker face.

"3...2..." He started counting down.

"No there's no need to make Natasha travel all the way from Russia,sir," I ran my hand through my hair, "We had a disagreement. Apparently I'm not worth his trouble anymore." I shrugged nonchalantly pretending that Agent Morris's words hadn't hurt even though they had. My whole life people had decided that I wasn't worth their trouble. Starting with my own parents and the most recent being Agent Morris.

"You really expect me to believe that? One of my best agents couldn't handle training an eighteen year old girl." He skeptically asked.

"It's the truth so… yeah, pretty much." I confidently smirked and leaned back in my seat. Fury narrowed his eyes and scrutinized me. I stared back confidently a small smile tugging at my lips. After a few minutes of a silent stare off he seemed to believe that I wasn't lying.

"You will have a temporary supervising officer for the next two weeks, Agent Grant Ward. He starts tomorrow and will have idea about your abilities. You're dismissed." He briskly wrapped up. I sat there for a second stunned that I was just being dismissed with so little information.

"But how will I practice them?" I anxiously asked crossing my arms determined not to leave until I got answers.

"You can fly around the city late at night. You can practice with the water in the training room late at night or in the bathroom anytime just lock the door. You're dismissed." He waved me out of his office.

"Thank you sir." I frowned walking out the door. That was no help at all. I walked down the hall trying to figure out a way to remedy this Agent Ward problem. Coulson walked over from a nearby cubicle where he had been talking to one of the few agents stuck with a graveyard shift.

"I'm guessing it went well?" He cheerfully asked.

"Were you waiting outside this whole time?" I asked ignoring his question. He nodded,

"That's really stalkerish Phil."

"How much trouble are you in?" he persisted not dropping the subject. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to respond, but then I got an idea. I sadly looked at the ground.

"Well, I'm finally getting out of here. Unfortunately, I'm being deported to an isolated base in Antarctica called...the Fridge? I have twenty minutes to pack. Something about breaking protocol, I think. Whatever." I sadly shrugged and kept walking keeping my face downcast. Coulson slightly stumbled and did a double take.

"W-what?" He stuttered and I almost laughed. I bit my lip and pretended to tear up.

"I know you've never been there for me before but can you meet me in my room in fifteen minutes to say goodbye. It may be the last time I ever see anyone from here ever again." I said as I wiped away some of the fake tears. His face was priceless.

"Of course. In the mean time I can talk to Director Fury about your punishment." He turned back towards Fury's office with a determined look on his face. I quickly grabbed his arm. If he talked to Fury then I was busted and would probably get in trouble for real. It was one thing to mess around with Phil and another thing it Director Fury got involved.

"No!" I exclaimed. I quickly cleared my throat hoping he didn't notice my panicked tone, "Just wait, give him a month or so to cool off. I'll be fine. I can always fly to a different continent I can't be contained. Besides the cold's never bothered me anyways…I'm not going to freeze. Just make sure you come up to say goodbye…okay? Even though you've never been around for me in the past it would mean a lot now." I explained as I wiped a fake tear away from my face.

"Okay I'll be there." He solemnly nodded. I stepped into the elevator slowly tearing up. The elevator door closed and I burst out laughing unable to hold it in any longer. I slid down the wall of the elevator shaking from laughter. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down because I knew that Coulson was going to be in my room in fifteen minutes. That man was never late for anything. The doors whooshed open on my floor and I stumbled down the hall still a little giddy. That should not have been that funny, but when you're only running off a few hours of sleep, everything is hilarious. I threw open my door and collapsed onto my bed giggling. I blared some music and closed my eyes trying to get a few minutes of sleep before Phil showed up.


I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in an all white room. My eyes widened in recognition and I looked down. Sure enough, I was wearing an all white jumpsuit. I panicked knowing what was going to happen next. This dream was always the worse. I knew what was going to happen, but I had no control over my actions. A scientist walked in and held out her hand. I every fiber of my being screamed not to take the hand, but my body wouldn't listen. I took the lady's hand and she led me out of the all white cell into an all white hallway. We walked past the labs which were normally our destination and continued down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked even though in my brain I knew where we were going. I had relieved this moment too many times to count.

"We're going on an adventure today Blaise." The lady cheerfully informed me. I often wondered how she slept at night knowing that she been a part of tricking a two year old.

"Where?" I persisted wanting to know where we were going.

"It's a surprise." She grinned leading me to the stairwell. Yes a life threatening surprise.

"Is it a fun surprise?" I asked looking up at her as she led me up the steps.

"Definitely." She nodded and I climbed the stairs faster eager to get my surprise. Bullshit. That was the worst surprise I had ever gotten. She trailed behind me as I clamored up the first flight of stairs. I stopped to catch my breath at the top.

"Do you want me to carry you?" She asked and I eagerly nodded fully trusting her. She carried me up the next four flights until we reached the roof. She put me down and opened the door. I ran out onto the roof. A group of scientists were gathered on the roof waiting for me.

"Is my surprise a party?" I gasped excitedly.

"We're all going to look at the sunset together sweetie. I guess you can call that a party." She grinned holding out her hand again. I eagerly took it again bouncing with excitement. She led me over to the group scientists and we all walked over to the edge of the roof together. I saw the looks that all the scientists were giving one another as we walked closer and closer to the edge. My brain screamed run away, but I was stuck in a two year old's trusting body. The lady let go of my hand and I didn't question it. I was captivated by watching the sun begin to dip below the waterline on the horizon. One of the men picked me up and I was happy that he was helping me see better. Then suddenly his grip shifted uncomfortably. I turned to tell him that he was holding me wrong when I was thrown into the air. My eyes widened in fear and I desperately looked up at the expecting faces of the people who I had learned to trust as I fell towards the sandy ground. My arms thrashed and I tried to fly, but I just kept falling...falling...falling...


My eyes snapped open and jumped almost falling out of bed. I was gripping the sheets with a death grip and my comforter was lying on the floor. Someone knocked on the door.

"What?" I called out rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and the sweat from my brow.

"Blaise it's me, Phil," He answered opening the door to come in, but he stopped in the doorway, "why aren't you packing?"

"Packing for what?" I asked narrowing my eyes. I hoped that I hadn't forgotten anything important. All I could picture was the scientists faces I as fell to the ground helpless.

"Being sent to the Fridge...?" He asked giving me a weird look. I look at him confused until I remembered the joke that I had decided to play on him. My eyes widened in realization.

"Oh right that," I sighed, "I made that up." I ran my hand thorough my hair and looked out the window trying not to laugh. If I laughed it would probably send him over the edge.

"Excuse me, you what?" He snapped with a perplexed look on his face.

"I. Made. It. Up." I repeated slowly with a condescending tone. Like I was explaining rocket science to a five year old.

"You made it all up?" He asked incredulously.

"I just said that. Is there an echo in here?" I asked smirking.

"Why?" He asked looking hurt, almost like I just killed his new puppy. Oh god, that made me feel kind of bad. I was messing with him for the fun of it and now he's actually really hurt. I scrambled to think of a legitimate reason to do this to him. I said the only thing I could think of,

"I don't like being ignored. I guess we're even." I shrugged pushing past him to go to the training room. Yes, it was a low blow, but it was all I had. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me from leaving the room. I reluctantly turned to face him.

"I'm sorry Blaise. It wasn't my choice." He sadly whispers looking me in the eyes with a heartbroken gaze. I immediately regretted saying that to him. I knew it was a cheap shot before I said it, but I said it anyway. Story of my life I never thought before I spoke.

"It's fine Phil. I have to go." I hastily replied, desperate to get out of there. I could handle many things gunfire, assassins, and even an angry Director Fury, but highly emotional situations always freaked me out. I practically ran across the hall into the dark training room. I threw the door open and sprinted into the room not bothering to turn on the light. I leapt into the air and spread my wings. I circled the room a few times to clear my head before finally settling down on the support beams. I always hid up in the rafters when I wanted to be alone. Ever since I was five and old habits die hard. No one else, as far as I knew, could get up here making it the perfect hide out. Best of all, if the room was dark no one could even see me hidden up here. Most people couldn't even see me when the light was on, well, unless they knew where to look. I laid down decided to take a nap because it was still early, probably only like three in the morning and no one ever should be up that early. Besides I knew that there was no way I was going to train today. My new babysitter wouldn't be here until tomorrow so I had a day off where I could do whatever I wanted. Days off were few and far between at a S.H.I.E.L.D. and I was going to take full advantage of mine. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a thankfully dreamless sleep.


After I had woken up from my long nap I had an epiphany. I flew down to the ground and ran back to my room. I threw open the door and ran over to my closet. I paused before opening the door and darted back to lock my bedroom door. I ran back to my closet and searched through the bottom of it. I grinned pulling out a kit that I had been saving for a rainy day. A do-it-yourself remote controlled stink bomb kit. I had bought this forever ago and decided that today would be a fantastic day to try it out. I eagerly pried open the box and dumped out the contents onto the floor. I carefully followed the instructions and assembled the bomb. I tossed the remote on my bed and gently picked up the bomb careful not to set it off. I changed into on a grey cut off shirt and black leggings because they were better climbing through vents clothes. I braided my hair as I froze and unfroze the screws until they popped out onto the floor. The vent covering fell off the wall onto my bed. I cradled the bomb and climbed up onto my bed and then into the vent. I silently, slowly, crawled through the vents because all it would take to blow my cover is accidently bumping my knee. The sound would reverberate through the system and the someone would come investigate and find me missing. Then the whole operation would be compromised. Finally, I reached a vent that led to the cafeteria on the floor which was located on the floor below me. I taped the bomb to the inside of the vent, and made sure that it was hidden from view. I quietly retreated back to my room. I pulled the gray sweatpants and black cut off that I was wearing earlier back on and unlocked my door. I hastily replaced the vent and ripped up the box the bomb came in into confetti and dumped it out the window. Finally, I grabbed the remote and my phone and laid down in bed. I ran my hand through my hair and giggled in anticipation. At exactly twelve noon I pushed the button and quickly shoved tucked the remote into my sports bra where I knew it wouldn't be found. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. A few minutes later Coulson and some agents came storming into my room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I groaned pretending that he woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned for good measure.

"Blaise you were just in Director Fury's office this morning! If you wanted to go back that badly you should have just asked. I could have arranged for the two of you to go get a coffee or something." He exclaimed exasperated.

"What?" I tiredly asked as I tried to look as confused and innocent as possible.

"Step out into the hall we're searching your room." He commanded.

"Why? What happened?" I asked as I started to pretend to freak out. I ran my hand through my hair trying to look anxious. I ran my hand through my hair a lot so it was probably an appropriate action.

"Search the room please." He kindly ordered two agents and they searched my room.

"Is this necessary? You better not break anything." I scowled and crossed my arms acting like I was grouchy because they had just woken me up.

"Blaise could you put your arms out please?" Coulson asked me.

"What? You are not searching me." I protested.

"Are you hiding something?" He countered. I rolled my eyes.

"No. Fine search me." I grumbled He awkwardly patted me down and like I predicted he didn't check my chest area at all.

"She's clean." He told the agents.

"I told you so." I scoffed and he shot me a look. I shrugged and threw up my arms innocently.

"Is there anything in the room?" He asked.

"No it's clean too." One of the agents replied.

"So if we're done here…can I go back to bed?" I rolled my eyes. Phil reluctantly nodded. He knew I was hiding something. He had been around me long enough to be able to tell. Luckily for me, he just couldn't tell what I was hiding. I walked back into my room shooed the rest of the agents out. I closed the door behind them and smirked victoriously. I freaking did it.