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It had been a long time since Phil had interrogated a witness; and when he took a seat at the small metallic table and looked across into the wide, frightened eyes of the 14 year old he was questioning, he remembered why. He placed his paper file on the table in front of him, in line with the tables edge, and with a swift flick of his index finger, he flipped open the cover.

"Monica Weisz..." he read out loud, scanning the profile in front of him. "14 years old... born in Ohio... Mutant."

He paused at the word and looked back up to Monica, who was still staring at him with a terrified expression. He smiled at her, and closed the file, folding his hands on the table in front of him.

"My apologies, Monica, it's been a while since I have interviewed somebody. My name is Agent Coulson, but you may call me Phil," he said as softly as possible, his smile widening by a fraction when he noted her shoulder relax.

"Am you here because I'm a mutant?" Monica asked, pushing a lock of her dirty blonde hair out of her face, brown eyes focused on Phil.

"Not exactly. I'm more interested in a woman you met a few weeks ago," Phil said and there was no mistaking the look that clouded Monica's eyes. "Can you tell me what you know about her?"

Monica looked down at her hands, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as she thought. She looked back up too Phil and said;

"You can feel her. You feel her before you see her."

Phil re-opened the file and turned to the page after Monica's profile. One side contained blurred images, the other was blank. This was where he started to write what Monica was saying.

"What do you mean you could feel her?"

Monica pulled her jacket tighter around her as she thought back to the woman's appearance in her dance studio.

"I was... I was practising in the studio at school. I was alone and then... it started to get cold. Really really cold. I knew it wasn't my imagination, because the mirrors began to ice and the floor became wet," she explained, gently rubbing her arms as if she was stood in the same cold room. "Water poured down the walls, but it had no source. It just... appeared from the ceiling."

"Uh huh. Was there anything else strange before you saw her?" Phil asked, jotting down more notes.

"Everything seemed to lose its colour. The dance studio's have always been colourful. Pink walls, blue floor, purple curtains... but everything was grey. My skin was grey, my eyes were grey... I felt like I had never felt happiness before. I couldn't think of any good or nice memories. Only pain," she said, and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply as she thought back to that day.

"When did you actually see her?"

"She came out of the mirror," Monica whispered, pulling one of her legs up onto her chair and hugging her knee to her chest. "She was so bright. Everything was grey, but she... she was vibrant. She had black hair, that shone in a way I didn't know it could. She had pale skin with a soft pink blush to her cheeks and blood red lips."

"What about her eyes? What colour were her eyes?"

"It was weird... When she first spoke to me, they were green. She was quiet and kind and desperate," Monica reflected, remembering the way the strange woman had knelt down to where Monica sat stunned on the floor and gave her a warm smile.

"Desperate?" Phil asked with a small frown, putting down his pen and leaning slightly more across the table, stroking his chin with his left hand.

"She said she didn't have much time. That she needed my help," Monica said, pulling a piece of crumpled, stained paper from her pocket. "She told me to get S.H.I.E.L.D.S attention, and then to give this to the Thunderer."

Phil opened his hand and Monica placed the paper in it, letting her fingers linger for a moment, before pulling her hands back into her jacket pockets. Phil unfolded the note and frowned down at it. It was in some strange, ancient language, and written in a purple ink.

"This is for Thor?" Phil asked, waggling the paper with his fingers. Monica nodded, shuffling closer to the table.

"She said he would know what it is." Phil nodded, folding the paper, and placing it in his pocket.

"You said her eyes were green at first. What did you mean by that?"

"They kept turning a really bright blue, but she was fighting it."

"What happened when she couldn't fight it anymore?" Phil asked, picking up his pen once more and scratching away furiously in the file.

"She vanished. Poof. Wisps of green smoke circled around her feet and then up her body until she was gone. As soon as she vanished, it was like she was never there. The colour was back, the ice was gone... I could breathe again."

Phil let out a small 'hmmm' as he wrote down his final few words.

"So that was it? She didn't say anything else?"

"She uh... yeah. Before she vanished, when her eyes were still green, she took my arms and said, 'Don't let him leave any doors un-opened'," Monica admitted with a small frown, staring up at Phil. "But I don't know what she meant, I'm sorry."

Phil smiled, closing his file and standing up.

"Don't apologise. You've been more than enough help. Just one more thing," he said, placing one of the blurred photos on the table in front of her.

"Is this the woman you saw?"

Monica picked up the photo and examined it closely. It showed a woman, with long shiny black hair, glancing over her shoulder at the camera, her blood red lips twisted into a wicked smile and bright blue eyes glinting viciously. She looked back to Phil.

"Yes, but I doubt that this was the woman who asked for my help."

Phil nodded once more, taking the photo back and slipping it into the file.

"Thank you, Miss Weisz for your help."

He turned and walked towards the door, pushing it open, and leaving 14 year old Monica Weisz alone in the interview room of St Lawrences psychiatric hospital.