A/N: I'm having so much sadistic fun playing with this character.
After dinner, Elle was in bed and Pepper was taking a turn watching her. The rest of the Tower's inhabitants plus Ellis Love were in the main lounge. Tony had broken out his newly renovated mini-bar and drinks were passed around.
"Vodka over here," Natasha raised her hand as Tony asked what everyone wanted.
"I'll take one as well," Ellis Love seconded her.
Natasha smirked, "I like you already. Clint can't hold his hard liquor."
Clint protested but indeed, he merely asked for a beer. Tony smirked as he passed one over to the archer. Bruce didn't take any alcohol, Steve had a glass of red wine, and Tony himself opted for a beer like Clint.
"So, Agent Love," Steve nodded as he took a sip of his wine, "How long have you worked with SHIELD?"
"For quite a while now," Ellis told them, "When I was 18, I was approached by SHIELD and questioned about my apparent telepathy. When I confirmed my ability, they brought me in."
"What do you do," Bruce asked.
Agent Love shrugged, "Well, lots of things. I'm officially part of a strike team called Team Black that deals with "gifted" individuals. But SHIELD brings me in for plenty of other things like interrogations. As you can imagine, being telepathic makes interrogation much easier."
Clint nodded, "I don't think I've ever worked with Team Black. I've worked with other strike teams though. You guys are truly gifted at what you do."
"Some of us more than others," Agent Love agreed, "Team Black is the best of the best, I assure you."
"Good. Because Elle needs help," Natasha told her seriously.
Ellis scooted up in her chair, "Right. What do we know about Elle? And I mean things that aren't in her SHIELD file."
"Obviously you know she's an Inhuman," Clint nodded, "She was found after trying to die by suicide. She used to hear voices-"
"-To that end, she was diagnosed with mild Schizophrenia several years ago but the diagnosis was covered up by her parents. I only recently found out," Bruce revealed, "She was never treated."
Ellis nodded, "That's good to know. I'll update the SHIELD file accordingly. Anything about her personality you can tell me?"
"She's got a slight fear, more of an aversion, towards men. We're still trying to figure out why," Natasha added.
"Anything about her family?"
"Her father disappeared when she was 8," Clint told Ellis Love, "SHIELD isn't sure what happened. He fell off the grid."
"He just fell off the grid," Ellis asked in surprise, "No one's heard anything from him?"
"Nope," Clint shook his head, "SHIELD's tried to find him ever since we brought Elle in, but it's been no use."
Jarvis spoke up, "Sir, Agent Carter is downstairs in the lobby."
"Send her up, J," Tony nodded.
Soon enough, Agent Sharon Carter was walking through the doors of the lounge, her white dress and blue heels complemented by her blonde hair and blue flower clip. Bruce noted how Steve immediately sat straighter and his breathing intensified, but Bruce didn't say anything. He even managed to suppress a smirk at Steve's behavior.
"Hey guys," Sharon smiled, "Sorry I got in late. Bobbi and I were hanging in DC for the last couple days and it was hard to get away. Also, the police stopped me on the street- apparently a man was found dead in his apartment by his wife and child."
Clint frowned at the mention of Bobbi, but no one asked questions, instead focusing on the latter half of her conversation, "Murdered?"
"They suspect suicide."
They nodded sadly.
"So, you must be Agent Love," Sharon shook the woman's hand, "I'm Agent Sharon Carter."
"Ellis Love," the other agent nodded.
"So what were we talking about," Sharon smiled, sitting down next to Bruce on the couch.
"Elle Daring," Ellis told her.
Sharon nodded, growing somber, "Ah yes, I was briefed on the girl's case. There's a dozen rumors about her flying around the Triskelion at the moment."
"Anyways," Ellis turned back to the Avengers, "What can you tell me about her personality-wise?"
"She's quiet," Steve told her, "and pretty serious. She also acts really rashly."
"Well, I hope I can help her get out of her shell and learn to control her telepathy," Agent Love nodded, "If you don't mind, I think I'll get some sleep. I've got a lot of work ahead of me tomorrow."
"Good night!"
The Avengers and Agent 13 stayed where they were as Agent Love left, content to sit in each other's company. Clint flipped on the news. The Avengers settled around the TV and drank their alcohol, each trying to forget the long days of recent.
Meanwhile, Pepper was upstairs in Elle's bedroom, reading a book as the girl slept. Little did she realize the kind of dreams Elle was having.
For as Elle's telepathy increased, her dreams adapted to it as well. Her mind began reaching out as she slept, reaching onto other consciousness'. She didn't realize the danger she posed to society as she slept; the danger of her unconscious desires overcame her during the dark hours of the morning.
At the moment, she was dreaming about a couple in the high rise over. They were sleeping together as their two daughters slept in the next room over. Elle resented the girls for having a dad that loved them. That was something she'd never had. So she decided, subconsciously and in her dream world, to do something about it.
So she had the man get up and go into his kitchen. In her dream of course. She had him grab a breadknife, and pushing it against his throat, she slit it with her mind. Blood spurted out and sprayed onto the kitchen walls. He choked, coughing up blood as he tried to breath. His jugular was split.
Satisfied, Elle allowed her dream to fade. At least in her dream world she could exact vengeance on the world without lasting repercussions. Or so she thought.
