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Connor continued to thrash under the two agents as her ears picked up on Fury approaching. She snapped her jaws at them but her head was pulled back and pushed into the concrete. She smelled Fury and listened info the conversation.

"Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff; thank you for your help but I will take it from here." The two people holding her down got off her slowly and she realised they probably had no clue she was a girl; they probably thought a wolf had snuck on board.

Connor instantly jumped back on to all fours, snarling as Fury motioned for a man with a syringe to approach her. She had too much experience with syringes being forcefully rammed into her body and she certainly wasn't letting them anywhere near her with one.

The agent lowered the syringe and Fury turned to the man.
"Now isn't the time for fear Agent Deland." The agent approached the wolf slower this time but as he reached out with the syringe, everyone was shocked when the wolf lunged and smashed the syringe to the floor; causing its green liquid to slide across the ground.

Connor noticed the two agents who had pinned her down were still standing in the group, anticipating her every move. She spun around and snapped her jaws again at a rookie who had gotten too close to her.

The red haired agent turned to the director. "Why is there a wolf?" She asked with very little and almost no emotion showing in her voice or face. The man faced the agent for a second before waving her off.

"Romanoff; focus on your mission at hand." The woman glared at him before instructing two men to follow after her. One was dressed in grey trousers and a purple shirt while the other who was the other man that had held her down was in a chequered shirt and beige trousers.

The three of them headed inside while Fury and Connor stared at each other. He lifted up his hand gun and held it at eye level to the shape shifting teenager. He clicked off the safety and Connor realised he wasn't bluffing about killing her. She let out a short howl before leaning backwards and sitting on her haunches. All the other agents exchanged surprised looks but Fury only let the corner of his lips twitch before he spoke to the wolf.

"If you want to be still breathing, follow me and when I get my answers; you can live."
Connor grumpily plodded behind the man, with two armed guards beside her. She wasn't shifting back yet; she still felt threatened.

She trotted along beside him as they entered the small white room she had found herself in before. Once the door shut behind them and she was sure all danger beside the man was gone, she shifted back fully clothed and with a stoic expression.

She sat down on the table across from him and waited for him to speak. He studied her for a moment before he spoke.

"You give us the information we need, and you can live." Connor scoffed and looked away and at the wall. She let out a harsh empty laugh.

"It's not like I have any reason to live anyway so you'll need to think of something better than that." The director stopped reading through the file he had placed on the desk and looked up in utter shock. He placed them down and raised his hand to his ear.

"Agents dismissed." He nodded towards the glass and Connor could just hear the shuffle of feet as whoever was behind the glass left. She eased down a lot more and relaxed in her chair slightly.

Fury felt bad for the kid. He hadn't even considered how she would have felt; she had kept up such a strong front he had never imagined she was broken behind it.

Connor looked at the director and saw the pity flash through his eyes and although her mind was telling her to ignore it because she didn't want his pity, she didn't ignore it because she knew she did want to feel pitied. She had never felt pitied before in her life and she just wanted something to feel for once.

Connor sighed and nodded. Fury looked shocked but took this as a sign to continue talking to her.

"Name?"
"Connor Whitmore."

"Age?"
"16."

"Family?"
"Dead."

Fury looked up at the girl before shaking his head and looking down.

"What were you doing in Germany?" Connor raised an eyebrow.

"Running from you. Anyway, I don't know why I've been running for so long, you haven't tried to kill me yet so that's a start."

Fury nodded and placed his pen down. "If we wanted you dead then you would already be dead. We're protecting you from other interested parties and even have kept a few off your scent. One more question." Connor nodded as she leaned back in her chair.

"How do you feel about joining us properly? You can stay here, we'll get you clothes, no one will shoot you in the foot," Connor laughed lightly and the director smiled slightly. "And I have a special unit for you."

Connor perked up at the sound of that and leaned forward, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"Cool. What's it called?"

The man clasped his hands and looked straight into her eyes: he was glad her demeanour had changed so quickly otherwise he would be one targeted member short.

He had hoped she would have this attitude.

"The Avengers Initiative. I believe you met three of its members briefly. Dr Banner, Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers." Connor stared shocked at the man. She wasn't sure what was going on.

"What so are they all dangerous enough to be under surveillance?" Fury scoffed at the kid. She was good; and had the makings of a true SHIELD agent like Barton or Romanoff or eventually maybe even Coulson.

"Some are more dangerous than you." Connor laughed.

"I bet you $20 that I won't be surprised." The director smirked.

"Deal."