I don't know how long I've been sitting in this room, but my ass is starting to get numb. I cracked my knuckles and neck, trying to release some tension. Stretching my long legs under the table I tapped my bare feet against the cold metal floor.
I've had enough time to think about what Annabel said and I'm not sure what to believe. It's plausible that I can cause these massive explosions, but why? I didn't have a radiation bath or get experimented on. Could I have been born like this? So far it's only been when I was angry. If so, then why did it surface at the bar and not at Danny's funeral?
I pondered this for a moment. What if I was indirectly exposed to something? All those abandoned warehouses must have used to be something. What if there was radiation in the warehouses and I had been exposed to the left over juices?
Putting my head in my hands I groaned. "... God this is confusing…." I mumbled under my breath.
I jumped when the door opened suddenly to reveal a nerdy looking man. He had rough skin and a five o'clock shadow that looked rather permanent. Wire framed glasses preached upon his nose and outlined dark brown eyes that matched a worn leather bag in his left hand. His wild black hair made me laugh.
When he heard me he jumped and stared at me like a deer in head lights. Someone rammed into him and I heard a clang of metal on metal.
"Ack! Get a move on, Doc." I recognized Annabel's voice, her blue tipped hair bouncing behind the door.
Coming to his senses he scurred into the room. Setting down his bag by the table he pulled the chair out to sit. Annabel stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. When I saw what was in her hand I scowled.
"Do you really need a fucking fire extinguisher?"
Setting down the fire extinguisher in the corner she pulled a silver key from her pocket. "I was told to take precautions." She smirked and came over to me, unlocking my handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists and set my hands in my lap.
I scoffed and turned to the man who was looking nervously between the two of us. "Who's this guy?"
"My name's Dr. Banner." He nervously rolled up the sleeves on his purple dress shirt. "Fury sent me to take a blood sample and try to determine how you got your abilities." He's voice came out rough and scratchy.
"Thank god! I was just thinking about that and it was making my head spin. So if you've got any ideas please throw them at me." Seeing a mischievous look on Annabel's face I quickly added, "Figuratively of course."
"Yes, um, well… Have you come in contact with any type of radiation or harmful chemicals in the past year?"
"Not on purpose."
He furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"Well I was staying in abandoned warehouses for a while before the…accident." I cleared my throat.
"Do think these warehouses could have used hazardous chemicals?"
"Yeah, sure."
"If you can point out the ware houses on a map? I could ask S.H.E.I.L.D. to look into them."
I shot him a confused look and turned to Annabel. She face palmed and sighed. "Yeah doc, about that….. The warehouses are gone."
"What do you mean they're gone?"
"I blew them up, apparently." I stated.
"Oh, I see…" He cleared his throat and pushed his thin glasses back into place. He leaned down and picked up the brown satchel. "Maybe I can find something in your blood that can tell us what's wrong." He pulled out a vial and plunger thing to draw blood.
"Excuse me? There's nothing wrong with me."
He fumbled with the vial in his hands and stuttered, "Oh, I didn't mean-"
"Yeah whatever, just take the blood." I flopped my arm down on the table and glared at the wall.
I felt a pick in my arm as I saw a blur in the corner of my eye. Turning toward it I saw Annabel had turned her back and was covering her mouth. "What? Scared of a little blood?"
Banner gave me a warning look, but I pressed on. "You're a big scary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and all I need to scare you is a paper cut?" I smirked, I was only joking but the look on her face when she whipped around was blood curdling.
A blast of frozen air smacked me in the face and I dove under the table where I was soon joined by the doctor. "Jesus Christ, lady! I was just joking!"
She stuck her head under the table, "Well, it wasn't funny."
"Um, I-I think this would be a good time for me to leave." Banner picked up the full vial and plunger. Hugging the bag to his chest he climbed out from under the table and hurried from the room.
I slowly slid out from under the table, inching away from Annabel as she gripped the metal canister. "Geez, sorry, what's got your panties in a bunch?"
"Don't joke about that, it's not funny." She glared at me and I wondered what would make her lose the happy go lucky attitude so fast.
"Okay, just don't spray me again." I pointed toward the canister and flinched. "That's really goddamn cold."
A smile spread across her face in an instant. "I've never actually used one before, it was a lot more fun than I imagined." She looked it over, turning it as she went.
The door banged open as a fuming Fury stepped in. "Agent what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Sir, just taking precautions, sir!" She saluted.
"Don't play games with me agent. Do you know what could've happened if Banner or Jorgenson had lost it? This place would have been a war zone!"
"Sorry sir-"
"I want both of you out of my complex! Now!"
We hesitated, both waiting for the other to move first. "Sir are you sure it's a good idea to let Cal out?" Annabel spoke up first.
"Of course it's fine! It's not like I'm gonna try to blow people up!" I scoffed.
"I don't care! If she blows up New York it's your problem now! Figure something out!" He turned, his black trench coat flying out behind him as the door was slammed shut.
A moment of silence passed and I looked to Annabel. She had a devilish grin plastered all over her face and I gulped. "This can't be good….."
