Avenger Trainess Chapter 10:I Don't Want to Remember(pa1), an avengers fanfic

Chapter 10 I Don't Want to Remember (Black Jack part 1)

This chap is set during chap 6, when Evylynn was missing.

The room was spinning and swirling in every direction; I felt like I was going to puke. Setting aside the urge to puke I felt the pain radiating from my side. Voices over me were speaking doctor, I could only gather the terms that are common; fractures, contusion, and spinal damage.

"Nothing to extensive. She'll recover just fine, later down the line her back will be like she played in the NFL for a decade."

"Good." A familiar heavy voice. Fury.

Lolling my heavy head, and letting out a groan, before I opened my eyes to see my senior, my partners' senior and Fury.

"Get some rest." Romanoff murmured in my ear. My eyes scanned the room once more, Wolfie wasn't there. "We have a team searching for her."

My eyes read as, 'Let me go out there.' The lids of my eyes became droopy and heavy.

"Cool it, kid. I'm heading out there soon."

'Good.' Sleep instantly took over.

That night I slept with uneasy dreams.

The helicopter took off as Evylynn began reporting our mission success to HQ. "Agent Wolf, reporting." She said with a callous and fatigued tone. My partner had used too much energy knocking out pirate assholes.

"Go ahead." The division officer replied immediately.

"Sir, the mission was a success. Agent Black Jack and I have executed the terrorist group." She paused looking at me, but her face dropped and eyes bugged out. "Shit!" Evylynn exclaimed, grabbed a repelling rope and hooked it to my belt and repel clip. The bitch proceed to shoving me out of the helicopter that was in midair. Mere feet before I hit the ground, my right hip jerked towards the helicopter. I was at the end of my rope; literally. That bitch of a partner had saved my life. Looking up the rope, the black copter burst into a fiery shower; and I was shoved, once more, onto the ground this time. Gasping for air, I instinctually rolled into a ball to prevent further damage from the fiery debris.

Popping my head from my elbow I saw two, very hunched over, men digging through the wreckage; my first thought was that they were S.H.E.I.L.D. I called out to them. "Hey!" No response, I was hoarse. Gathering what saliva I could I called out again. "Hey! Over here!" One hunched over man, turned to me and hobbled over to me. "Hey, thanks man. Can you get this metal off my leg? It's getting kinda hot." Egor grabbed me by my hair, looked at me with his bubble-overed face, and slammed my face into the ground. White hot pain shot to my nose and heat covered my lips. That asshole broke my nose. Egor slammed my face into the ground again, this time at an angle. My vision was reddening. The third face plant he had let my head rest on the ground and hobbled back to his partner.

Dreams that are memories.

Groaning as I sat up, I took stock. A fractured (and severely painful) hip, some cracked ribs, I'd say three, and sever bruising between the two. "Son of a bitch." I slowly flung my feet over the side of the hospital bed. Taking a heavy breath I stood to my feet. Oh yeah, that's a bad fractured hip. Gripping the IV stuck in my right elbow, I took two deep breaths and pulled it out. "SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING WHORE!" I howled in pain. 'This is not pain. This is not pain. This is nothing.' I told myself as I wrapped the microscopic whole at the elbow. Once that task was done I sat on my bed and relived the memory that put me in this Gods forsaken shit hole. I had to find Wolf, as annoying as she is I know she would do the same for me. However to find her, I have to get out of here and the pain coursing in my hip, ribs and back was enough to keep any person down, well normal people. So to numb myself once more, I must make it to the medical supplies room and grab some form of opium.

Limping down those treacherous ten mile long hallways, the once ebbed pain in my middle back was rising. It didn't help that as I turned a corner, I saw my reflection. A largely swollen shut eye decorated with purple, yellow, red, green and blue patterns, along with butterflies along my nose and following my left cheek. Gods, I am hideous.

In any normal hospital, orderlies, nurses and doctors would never let someone with my extensive damage walk around, but the S.H.E.I.L.D MB, medical bay, was close to empty on any given day. The MB ICU was the empties part, I should say; the clinic where mostly the quick fixable injuries were treated there.

After what felt like three miles down the ten mile hallway I had to lean on the wall with one hand and use the IV pole to help steady me. The glorious door I was seeking was mere feet from me. Out of joy I speed up my pace from .05 miles per hour to .1 miles per hour.

"This is going to be a long day." Opening the door I found painkiller heaven. Golden, well silver, shelves of morphine, hydro, tramal, oxycodone and many more glorious others. "Ennie Minnie miney mo." I sang, tapping the shelves as the right opium struck me. After three or four rounds on 'Ennie Minnie miney mo', I decided to take 40 milligrams of oxycodone and 10 milligrams of oxymorphone- most commonly used for surgeries of the painful sorts. Sad to say I opted from the fentanyl, only because I have the addictive personality traits.

An hour later I was comfortably numb and dressed in loose fitting navy blue combat pants and a tight black tank top along with a pair of combat boots. I made my way to the tech lab to visit Wolfs' friend, Yanker, to see if he had any break through devices. No such luck on the tech department. From the labs I walked, well limped, to the weapons lockers.

On my way there a woman with wild, curly black hair was shadow boxing. Everything about the way she was making her strikes, the way she bounced on her toes. She reminded me of Conchessa.

Evylynn Wolf, may be a pain in my cute little ass but she's the one thing keeping me from the Cooler. Hill and Fury made sure I knew that from the first day of our partnership. I'd start back in Egypt and make my way across all of Africa; hell I'd search the whole world for her. That thought was a little gay, but true.

My high mind had made up the hallucination of two of my former fighting buddies, Conchessa and her twin brother Ryan. The two were training. Ryan was jabbing at his sisters' padded hands. She was cracking jokes about how I was faster or that his foot work needed improvement. I've seen this play out before. Ryan would jab quicker for about six jabs, bounce on his toes to shadow dodge under his sisters gloves. When he was on the outer side of Conchessa he went to throw a playful left jab but was halted when she ducked and danced to be right behind him. Once stilled, Conchessa swatted at the back of his head. "He's still slow, huh, Selene?"

"What?" I remembered this.

"Come on, I've had to have gotten faster." Ryan argued as he glided through the ropes of the arena to grab his water bottle. When he stood up his shaggy black hair had gotten in his face. Ryan did that little flip to get the now sopping hair off his face.

"What?" They're actually trying to talk to me. I don't remember what I had said then.

"Yeah, baby boo," Conchessa teased, "you're always gonna be slow if you don't diet correctly."

"Hey, hey, come on now 'Chessa, I stopped eating fast food." Ryan retorted.

"Selene, I need to talk to you about the fights tonight." Conchessa informed. "Come on, Knight." Conchessa dropped the target gloves and headed down the hall.

"Wait." I followed Conchessa down the hall. I remember this night. It's the night I was recruited. Five years ago, Conchessa went to our 'office' and talked about how we've been having people in suits show up more frequently. I had told her that we were fine and it was just desk jockys. That night when my fight was up, I was barley in the ring for a round before the police busted down the door and had the some fighters and patrons cuffed and sent to the station, the others scrammed out all the other exits. I, dimly, stayed in the ring, arms crossed and waiting

"Selene Elizabeth Knight?" A hardened woman's voice inquired.

"Yes." I clearly spoke.

"You are under arrest for illegal gambling, and breaking into a federally secure network." The officer walked up to the ring and began climbing in.

"'A'? As in singular? Wow, you are so far behind." I replied. "Shouldn't you also worry about why I don't have a legal guardian looking after me?" The officer, whom I then noticed, was a behemoth of a woman, had cuffed me and escorted me out of the ring.

As I was leaving the building I noticed Ryan. He was crouched under the stairs that led to office, covered by a hidey-whole panel. His flippy black hair had crimson highlights, his swollen eye was spilling out more blood then it had during his fight. I gave him a wink. Everything would be fine.

Shaking my head of the memory, I leaned against the wall. I was in our handlers room. Thanking the Gods, once more, she lived at the Hub, and that I knew, even when I'm stoned, where her room was. She wasn't here. "Fuck." Walking, leaning, around her room I noticed four things about the woman I'm supposed to trust.

One, she had a man. I soulfully mean it in the past tense. He was deployed in Afghanistan back in 01.

Two, she had children. A girl and two boys. I had no reason to think they were close.

Three, she was depressed; past tense. Depression pills took up all but one of the three shelves in her medicine cabinet. The most recent prescriptions expired in 08.

Four, she was a former Marine Lieutenant.

"Hot damn."

"What are you doing in here?" the former Marine asked with much annoyance.

"Wolf. We need to get her back."

"We have a team for that."

"I didn't know you had kids." Focus brain, damn you.

"You never asked."

"I did on the first day I met you." I corrected. "Look, Wolf needs us. I know it."

"Yes and as I said we have a team out looking for her."

"But they didn't see who took her."

"And you did."

"Well not exactly. I saw the henchmen though."

"Because henchmen are so…"

"They had hunchbacks. The one who did this," I gestured to my face, "his face was bubbled-over. Like burns or something."

"How is that supposed to help."

"We have a digital catalogue on burn victims. In every country."

"Glad to see your brain wasn't too badly damaged. Just the wrapping."

Five, Emily Lillian, former Marine Lieutenant, and widow, actually has a sizeable sense of humor.

Emily and I had raced up to the Hub's Catalogue. Yes, we actually have a designated area where we primarily search for people. My head was spinning back and forth with my memories of New York and present.

Conchessa, Ryan and I had been running from a T.G.I. Fridays. Dine and Dash. Sure I felt a little bad for it but like Aladdin says, you gotta eat to live, steal to eat. So much in common with the thief. The older set of twins ran around the corner and turned around another corner into an alley. We all caught our breaths for a brief moment.

"Such a rush!" Ryan exclaimed stertorously. His bright smile was able to be seen even in the dim light of the alley, Conchessa slapped the smile off his face.

"Shut it, idiot. We've blown through most of the restaurants in lower Manhattan."

"Well the decent ones." I chimed in.

"Selene?" My handler asked, taking me away from the past.

"Nothing, just memories."

"Just how high are you?"

"Pluto."

"Jesus Christ. And I let you talk me into this." The blonde shook her head, partly in annoyance and disappointment at her for believing a high agent; and also not making the plan herself.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Nothing at all for three weeks.

I sat in the catalogue room, scanned countless burned victims to match the Egor who ruined my lovely, and once flawless, face. I had studied my face in the mirror and deducted I'd have a scar going across my nose.

Emily had taken to going on the ground with Barton, Romanoff had been traveling back and forth between where ever Barton and Emily were and Malibu.

I had scanned so many hospital pictures I had started to pity the victims.

An eternity, really it was like forty-five minutes, later I was rolling around the room.

Twenty minutes later I was doing handstands, even walked the room a few times.

How could someone with those burns not be in the system? "They didn't go to the hospital." Standing up right I changed my search to airports in Africa, Europe, Asia and Russia to see if I could find the Egor.

Hours of revised search I had found my Egor. The time stamp was for yesterday. He and his much uglier twin were heading out for a flight from Cairo, landed and changed terminals in Madrid; however the less ugly Egor changed flights back to Cairo while the other went to Switzerland. "Switzerland, really? The best place to lay low." Dropping my head in shame I realized I had one I could get to. "Time for some payback." I grinned sadistically to the still picture of the ass hat Egor who damaged my lovely face.

After rushing to El Commandant, Emily, we had wheels up in ten. Our destination was Cairo. Luckily Barton was there with Coulson, and a search team, Romanoff was in route from Bangladesh on a 0-8-4 assignment with a temporary handler. I packed a messenger bag with a set of clothes for my missing partner and myself along with enough fire power to get me out of a fair amount of trouble.

As soon as we touched down on Egyptian soil Emily and I made way to the last know whereabouts of Wolf, Emily had radioed to Coulson and Romanoff on where to rendezvous.

Traveling with Emily was more conversation then with Wolf. I had sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep and checked my guns. I put a semi-automatic across my back, mini pistols in my boots, along with a dozen or so flat knives that were soaked in poisonous toad sweat, put my nine mil in my side holster and one on each hip. I wasn't going down without a fight. Once my guns were squared away I put on my lucky purple bandana.

At the rendezvous Coulson and I had looked on satellite feeds of the Egor I'm searching for. He had been off the main roads just north of Aswan. We, well the satellite, had lost trace of him just short of three hundred miles from the closet city.

Two, very rusted, Jeeps and a tattered military transport trunk later we moved on the site.

"A mountain. A god forsaken mountain. He drove to a mountain?" I ranted aloud. We had found Egors' rust bucket. At the base of a mountain. "C-man, please tell me there's like a secret entrance way or I'm dehydrated."

"It's Agent Coulson to you." He corrected sternly. "There's no way of telling by looking at it."

Barton bent over to pick something up. When he stood up he raised an eyebrow at me. "Well one of three things could happen. One, they have a security camera and are watching us and laughing. Two, it could be a plain old mountain and were looking like a group of idiots with our di-"

"Don't finish that sentence." I interrupted.

"Third, it could be a camo wall and they have guns trained at us already and sitting ducks." Romanoff finished probabilities.

"Either way we're fucked." Barton finished

"Well, let's get to quacking ducks." I mused as I took the rock Barton picked up and chucked it at the mountain. The flying rock went through the mountain, seconds later a metallic echo came from where I pitched the rock.

"Quack." Barton sounded with a small smirk arising from his partner and S.O.

Really? I reached for my semi-automatic before I walked through the hologram door. Followed, immediately by Romanoff, then Emily and the boys.

Not a single armed guard. I walked further into the room.

"This isn't a good sign." Romanoff muttered as she walked up behind me.

"My thoughts exactly." I muttered before walking off to the enclave to the left. Outdated computers. Grinning, I spun the rickety wooden chair around and went through the files.

Mostly the computer had files on what this group, still unknown, was planning. Two files stood out to me. Rus.-Emb. and Myakka Wolf. "Oh fuck." Evylynn's sister.

Emily had barged in and copied all the files before I could read the file on Myakka. While the copies were being made I checked to see if there were any security cameras and where they are; and any footage that she was here. Twenty cameras. This hole in the mountain was small enough to get in and out.

A month of video showed that she was and is here. Daily, about three times a day they took her into an operating looking room and tortured her until she passed out. Then they'd drag her down a corridor and throw her in a cell; hours later a man would walk in and not leave for at most an hour and a half. And repeat.

Coulson found an actual hard copy of the blue prints and devised a plan with my S.O and Wolf's S.O. I pointed out where she was last recorded to be, her cell, and added that a guard had walked in twenty minutes ago.

The boys had gone right, while Romanoff and I stayed left. Emily had stayed at the enclave and ready with medical assistance in moments notice and the support team divided in half. Radio was to be silenced.

The two of us had processed our way down the hallway. The first few rooms we entered were filled with enough ammo to make me nervous, and I like my ammo. Two lucky members of the support team place a small device time for forty-five minutes. Rooms after that were living quarters for the, still unnamed groups, men. Unfortunate for them we didn't hesitate to open fire.

"Right wing, all clear. Headed your way." Barton informed. "Coulson is double checking and dropping some explosives on this side before he heads up to signal the medics."

"Let's find her quick." Romanoff stated as she busted down a wooden door.

The room erupted in chaos. Armed men shot at us and we shot back. I had a Cheshire like grin on my face as soon as the last man dropped.

Romanoff walked around the large break room. The furthest area of the room had a wall covering it, when Romanoff was there an arrow flew past me and drilled into a man with an assault rifle in his hands.

"Missed one." Barton smirked.

The three of us left the room and headed to the last room down the corridor.

I prayed to the gods I could think of; Roman, Greek, Hindu, Catholic, Norse, Egyptian and Asian deities. Evylynn had to be in there. If she was, more than likely a guard was in there too and he was gonna get an ass whooping from me.

Barton tried to kick down the door, it didn't budge. He tried two more times before his partner and I tried three time. No such luck. Backing away the archer equipped an explosive arrow, and a gas mask, and took aim to the door. Romanoff and I put on a gas mask.

Once to door was obliterated, the room filled with smoke and dust, I walked in first to see a table in the middle of the room flipped on its side.

I jumped over the table to get kicked in the chest, hard. I fell with a grunt and my two superiors rushed over, weapons aimed at my attackers head. I stood up slowly, the kick was familiar.

"I think it's her." I launched myself over to my attackers head and pushed down her shoulder. Small but strong, not broad.

"We can't take that chance."

"I'm sure of it. If I'm wrong I'll pull the trigger."

"Better be."

I tried to take my mask off when I was flipped on my back and straddled. A knife was pressed to my throat as my mask was removed.

"Black Jack?" A familiar English voice stated in question. "Oh God!" She backed off of me instantly and curled in a ball in the closet corner. "No, that wasn't me. I didn't mean to." She was talking to herself." No I… I didn't. You did it. Just like you do everything." Evylynn had jumped to her feet and pointed a finger at the wall to her right. My gnarly looking partner retreated into herself and mumbled to herself after a moment of confusion reaching her face. I recognized the song almost instantly. It was one Ryan would play when he was being an emo little shit or when he was boxing.

"What is she saying?" Widow's voice echoed around us.

"It's lyrics to a song." I replied.

"What song?" Barton's asked in total confusion.

"The Checkered Demon, by AFI." I replied calmly. Walking around to be face to face with my partner I saw her eyes. Expressionless. "Wolf? Come on, snap out of it." I had snapped my fingers right at her nose but no response. "Wolf, I'm not mad, it's just a scratch. Move those eyes."

"She's in shock." Hawkeye deduced.

"No shit. They've held her captive and tortured her." I snapped at Hawkeye. "I just want to know what all they did to her."

"This." Widow said pointing to a device in Wolf's chest and reveling security footage of the last month in thirty seconds.

"Mother fuckers!" I hollered, throwing the tablet across the cage that broke on impact. I gently touched my dazed partners shoulder and urged the seniors to find the men responsible while I watched my partner.

"Black Jack?" Widow questioned.

"I'm not leaving her, but if you find him leave him alive. I'm going to kill the bastards." I paused, briefly to look at Wolf and to make sure I was fine with my previous statement. "Go!" The sound of Widow and Hawkeye's feet running echoed the cage. "Come on, bitch. You're the cookie to my monster."

"I don't want to remember." Wolf began talking to herself. Letting out a heavy sigh, she grasped my temple. I had let out an involuntary gasp as she flooded my mind with my memories. Memories of her getting me out of the helicopter, of her getting moved, meeting the maniac surgeon and Samuel, again. The Claw thing in her chest. The green liquid filled tank. The cell guard. The "rescue" from hell and now. She pulled her hand off of my temple when I caught up.

"Now I know that you're in there, open up your eyes and let's kill this mother fucker." I said with so much command.

She opened my eyes. For a brief second they were their natural bi colored ones before they changed to a solid singular color. "What?" Wolf demanded.

"Your eyes. Their gold. All gold."

"Gold?"

"Yeah, gold. Almost like…" I trailed off, nearly mesmerized by the luminosity of them.

"Wolf." She looked like she was ecstatic with herself. She had taken a moment to look around the room. "Let's go." She growled. A wicked grin etched her face, and in the dim light I could see her teeth- more specifically her canines- were elongated. That had me closely examine her. As wild as her hair was I could defiantly see it had grown no more than half a foot, her hands nearly resembled claws. Her toe nails, don't get me started on the pedi she was in dire need of. Before we left her cell, my canine-like partner looked down at the device lodged in her chest. "I need your help getting this off."

Pulling out a pair of needle nose pliers from a side pocket, I smirked. "I thought you'd never ask." I made quick work of the wires and dead skin. I hide, to the best of my ability, who terrified I was that I was gonna cut the wrong wire and kill her; I did however vocalize, half-jokingly, about the red wire. The device made one final squeeze on then fell. I pulled out a first aid kit and put several gauze over the open wound and bandaged the hell out of her torso.

After running around the building until we found Samuels' office and the maniac's operating room, with the two tied up from Widow and Hawkeye, but Hawkeye wasn't in either of the rooms.

"See you've got her to get her shit together." Widow sounded astonished.

"Well don't sell me short, Widow." I retorted.

"I guess I shouldn't." Widow shrugged. She walked around me then to my gnarly looking partner.

"Got a problem, Widow?" Evylynn managed to ask, but to me it sounded like a sneer.

"Observing wither or not you are, or will be, a liability."

"So it's not the eyes or claws?" She deadpanned.

"Well those are new."

"Ah a little help!" Hawkeye's voice boomed, with a tinge of struggle, out of the operating room. The three of us ran out the room to see Hawk having a tuff with the guard.

My S.O and I ran towards the two men struggling to gain dominance over the other. "He's mine." A voice snarled. My head turned to look over my shoulder towards my partner, who looked at me with blood lust. I immediately backed off and grabbed my S.O's arm.

"Please, I was following orders." He pleaded as Wolf stalked towards the balding guy with a shaky gun.

"So was I before your bosses thugs took out the helicopter I was in." She growled, taking a large step forward and he cowardly stumbled back, falling on his ass. She was cornering him. "I know your orders weren't to do what you did."

"Yes they were!" He scooted backwards until he had nowhere to go.

"Stop lying." I snapped. "I can hear your heartbeat. It jumped faster when you lied to me." When he was in the corner, she lunged towards his throat and lifted him to his feet; but he wasn't flat footed, he was on his tip toes. Evylynn had whispered something in his ear that made the man turn ghost white. She had snapped the guards' neck and dropped him. I immediately grabbed the tranq gun from the back of Widows' belt and pulled the trigger.

Evylynn Wolf was on the floor.

We arrived on base later that day, more like early the next morning. While on the plane home, the small medic team had patched her up to the best of their inflight abilities. Once the medics were done fussing over her, for the time being, she had asked me to get every file. I had encrypted every file on the mainframe, made a copy for the director while the other was for wolf whenever she was ready to see every process.

Once we arrived on the base in New York, Wolf leaned on me and protested that she was fine. I had to help her ward off the needle happy doctors, with the help of Barton. The three of us walked around the Hub, Barton branched off to take care of something. Evylynn urged me to let her be and asked for her requested thumb drive. As my partner walked away from me I could see the pain she was holding in her, the fear and the anger all trying to come out at once.

"I've got a basket case on my hands." I muttered as I shook my head and walked to the training room.

-Five years ago, Manhattan, New York

"Selene Elizabeth Knight?" A hardened woman's voice inquired.

"Yes." I clearly spoke.

"You are under arrest for illegal gambling, and breaking into a federally secure network." The officer walked up to the ring and began climbing in.

"We're not the police." The voice who told me of my crimes, well most of them. The voice belonged to a middle aged man with sandy brown hair, on a retreating hair line. "Besides, I doubt you could afford a decent lawyer."

"You don't know me." I argued.

"Selene Knight, orphaned and abandoned to Westchester-Temporary at five years o—"

"Four."

"Fostered by six families but given back to the system for behavior. The last family you had set fire to the curtains."

"Yeah, I did do that." I smiled at the achievement.

"You ran from the house a year ago, shortly after Conchessa and Ryan Michaels turned eighteen." He had flipped over a few pages before he continued. "Top marks in school, even taking courses two years ahead of you.

The agent had put the file away. "Now I'm not here to pass judgement, but..."

"Which you totally are." I accused.

Rubbing his arms the agent looked more sternly before he began again. "You've been given an unfair advantage in life," I could see his breath as he spoke. It was cold. "Running around with them is no way to improve it, either."

"No, but it's no way get worse." I retorted. I had seen my breath as I spoke.

"Sir," A rather short woman with blonde hair came running up to the brunet man. Giving me the 'hold that thought' signal he stepped off to the side and began talking to the blonde.

Leaning up against the black Escalade I looked to the sky. Polluted by lights and clouds I knew I'd see no stars from this place. Closing my eyes I decided to let the cold breeze flow around us. Odd, it's June.

The agents, I assumed, had packed up and headed to where ever they were stationed. The questioning agent and the blonde were making hushed whispers. My ears felt kind of warm. With my arms cuffed behind me I couldn't do much, so I knew they weren't worried about me.

With my eyes still closed I had heard whistling, in the tune of Kill Bill.

Conchessa. She got away.

With that information I began making quick work of my cuffs.

Once freed I slid down so sit on the ground. Waiting a few, slow, heartbeats I scooted up far enough I could lie back, eventually. Sitting away from the car of a minute I listened to what I could of the agents' conversation. After my minute was up I laid back and crawled under the Escalade. I crab crawled to the back of the SUV successfully and gotten to my feet, but as I dusted myself off I noticed a pair of dark, possibly black, boots a few yards away. Slowly raising my head I followed the boots up to a pair of long legs and a toned body. On the neck of the body was a mess of scarlet hair on a serious face.

"Good try kid." The woman complimented, I thought. I couldn't see her breath, maybe it had gotten warmer and I hadn't noticed.

"Um….." I hummed as I looked for an escape route. The redhead was maybe five three, I had a good two inches on her but she could probably move as fast I can, if not faster. I doubled checked her and noted a pair of pistols on her hips. "I… um…."

"Kid, I know an escape when I see one."

"Not trying to escape, seeing if that old guy was paying attention. Clearly he wasn't."

"He wasn't what?" The male agent's voice came from right behind me.

"On your toes. Clearly, you were."

"Miss Knight, not much gets past me." He assured. "Do you know why we came looking for you?"

"Because I got into your system?" I questioned with a smile.

"Partially. We believe your mother may have passed a trait to you. We'd like to see if you have it, if not we'll leave you alone."

"What trait is that? Abandoning family? No I don't have it, now leave." I snapped. The two agents were rubbing their arms furiously as I got spoke. "The only thing that woman gave me was life and even then she didn't want me." Puffs of white air were coming from my mouth. "So if you know where she is, give her a message from her kid." I gave the agents the finger and stormed off.

AN- Okay so I didn't have this chapter up by the end of May, but a second chapter right after this, yeah I think so. Agents of SHEILD gave me some help with 0-8-4 (an unknown variable) and S.O. (supervising officer).

Also, I wanted to add a shout out to Pelawen Knight, a year ago I moved in with her and her family when I had nowhere else to go because I was wasting away, sort of, and they got me accepted into college and then I moved in with my grandmother because of her failing health. So PK, thank you for motivating me a year ago with this story and getting my ass back into school.