Here's the new chap guys, it's kinda short, so there's 2 this time. and, btw, apparently there's supposed to be a disclaimer here...
So, I DON'T OWN MARVEL. (obviously, bc if I did, Quicksilver wouldn't have died, and Black Widow would have her own movie...)
I only own the plot and Braxton. Yay.
The ride back in the car is long, and silent. I sit in the backseat with Wanda, while Romanoff drives. Rogers stares straight ahead, and Wanda looks out of her window, refusing to acknowledge me. I sigh inwardly. I wonder if she can hear my thoughts. If so, all she's gonna hear is herself.
We pull up to a sprawling compound surrounded by perfectly manicured grounds. The building is flawless; all clean glass and grey-white (probably steel-reinforced) brick. Wanda is already inside by the time I get out of the car. I pretend to ignore Rogers and Romanoff sharing a private smile as they lead me inside. Rogers gives the grand tour, as though I'd be staying, and drops me off at the door to an office.
"Good luck." He grins. I nod, because something in his expression indicates that I may need it. I push the door open and walk through, closing it behind me.
"Hello Mr. Greene." A man says. He is of medium height, with a receding hairline, and wears a black suit. "I'm Director Coulson."
"Hey, Director Coulson." I grin. "I'd heard you were alive again."
"Please, sit down." Coulson indicates the chair across the desk from his.
"Thank you, sir." I sit.
"So I heard you are powered, is that correct?" He looks at me.
"Yessir." I nod.
"What are those powers?" He asks. This might be awhile.
TWO HOURS LATER
"And, uh, that's pretty much it." I sigh. Coulson looks just the tiniest bit overwhelmed, until he takes a deep breath and sits up straight.
"Thank you for your cooperation." He smiles.
"You're welcome, sir." I reply.
"Captain America requested that you be assigned to his team." Coulson looks me in the eye. "Do you think you have what it takes?"
"Absolutely."