So guess what. I was up in the Media Center typing up this story and I missed the bus! So here I am waiting for somebody to pick up the phone so they can come get me because I live all the way across town. Oh well, now I just have extra time to work on this. Hopefully I can get it finish by the time somebody picks me up. And hopefully somebody picks me up in time so I can get ready for practice tonight. This weekend really isn't starting off too well. Please enjoy this chapter everybody! I've decided to get back into the story early but not in the way I was heading for. I'm going to breach the gap from the seven year jump in the story so we can all learn some of the things that happened in that time span. Please leave reviews my loves! This starts out in the middle of Chapter 9 and it is three days since the blood samples went out.
"Ms. Frost, Fury is on his way to your rooms as we speak." Jarvis's voice rang out through my bedroom. Or what I had of a bedroom at the moment. Which was pretty much a mattress at the moment. I wasn't moving to fast to get new bed room stuff like Tony was insisting. He though I should have new everything but I had protested everytime he dragged me to the store to look for stuff. Although once he got me there I coulnd't help but look at everything and put a mental image of all the different room that could be designed with the furniture and stuff. I rolled over on my side and spared the clock a brief glance. It was 2 in the morning. I gaped at it before hauling myself out of bed quickly and pulling clothes on as quickly as possible. I yanked my hair into a messy bun as Jarvis's voice spoke again, "The Director is exiting the elevator."
"Any idea why he's here?" I imagined myself talking to a bulter or something of the sort. I had an idea why Fury would be coming to find me on such short notice. The blood samples must have come...
"He has a vial in his hand of dark liquid. He-" the AI cut off when someone pounded on the door. My heart tripped as I stepped to the door and opened it.
Fury stood in his usual black attire as he loomed at the door. He didn't exactly look happy or mad but there was a dangerous glint in his eye as it reflected the single lamp I had lit before he stormed onto my floor of the building. "Care to explain anything, Ms. Frost?"
I arched an eyebrow, fighting to keep my face tinted with confusion and innocence. Which really the innocent part would have been easy just three weeks ago. "What do I have to explain?" I was edgy about staying just out of Fury's reach in this conversation so far.
"Perhaps you would like to explain why the sample of blood that was taken from you not long ago has come back with alarming reports. Why the reports show that your blood and DNA isn't quit like our but similar to Thor's? Why is that?" He didn't bat an eyelash.
I shifted to my right foot, my answer coming truthfully, "I'm not for certain, sir. During the war I found that I wasn't quit mortal but that I was half Aesir. I don't know how, sir." He scrutinized me, finding any detail that could mean I was hiding something or that I was lying. Either he found something or he was simply doing his job as a master spy, getting all the information he could get on the story. He flicked his hand for me to follow him and walked out, not waiting to see if I did as told. "Where are we going, Director?" I followed him hastily, glad I had gotten dressed to quickly and done something with myself.
"To Head Quarters."
"Does Stark know where I'm going or that your here?"
"He'll find out eventually."
"So you didn't alert him?" I started to get nervous. Director Fury had just shown up in early morning to talk and/ or retrieve me without giving Tony any notice of his plans. What would happen at the Helicarrier? We entered the elevator and he punched the button for the roof.
"No." His voice was clipped. I shut up. The air was muggy on the roof and loose stranded of hair lashed around my face as turbulence from a helicopter hit us. We climbed into the helicopter and it lifted off the ground, heading to the hellicarrier. My clothes flapped and gripped my frame as we landed on the deck. Fury motioned me to follow him again and I did. None of the other agents on the hellicarier looked at me differently than they had the last time we were near each other. We just nodded at each other. Fury hadn't mentioned the blood difference yet. But Agent Hill's eyes had changed now when she looked at me. She knew of the blood results and joined into our two person party, making it three. They led me through a few corridors before Fury and I entered a room and Agent Hill went into one right by it. I noticed the mirrored glass in the wall when the door shut behind Fury. "Sit." I froze before sitting down. "We are going to start from the top. How long have you known you were different?"
"There's more than one way that I'm different, Director. Which way are you referring to?" I was setting myself up to tell everything. To tell them that I truly didn't belong to this world or universe all together. Not the universe that MARVEL had created. I was supposed to be in a universe that none of this happened besides in comics, stories, and movies. But I needed to tell them everything so they wouldn't think I was hiding anything from them.
Fury's gaze sharpened and I watched him put that little snippet away from later, "How long have you known of your blood and genetics being different?"
"I found out the night we went to Stuttgart. Although I didn't actually known what the other half was besides human." The metal chair I sat in was cold and I wondered idly about what sort of tortures Fury could force upon a person. He wouldn't go that far on me would he? No. I shoved the thought out of my mind but the echo that stayed behind made me hyperaware of every detail in the room and everything about Fury. The skin under his eyes were darker and his face was a mask that I couldn't crack. His eyes were dark and his hands were clasped at the small of his back. The walls of the room were dark gray and had the pattern of honeycombs. Two fluorescent lights hung to the ceiling, casting a harsh glow on the chair on the opposite side of the table. All the furniture were made of the same metal material. There were a few dents in the table that looked suspiciously like someone had been slammed onto it. I suppressed a shiver and uncrossed my legs, putting one foot flat on the ground, the other resting on the ball of it. The floor was about the same shade as the walls and ceiling.
"How did you find out?" He walked forward and placed his fingertips on the table.
I shifted again, "Somebody told me."
"Who."
"Loki."
"Why did you not report this when you found out? You told Agent Romanov that you didn't remember anything."
"I was in denial, Director, I was already tossed somewhere I didn't belong in the first place and having different blood just would have messed stuff up more. I didn't and still don't want to be a lab rat having experiments tested on me all that time. I went into shock after finding out and I still can't really get my head around it." I clasped my hands under my thighs. This is why he didn't tell Tony. He didn't want him interfering with the interrogation. It finally actually hit me. I was being interrogated. By Director Fury of all people. I willed him to stop any thought of doing experiments on me or using my blood to try to create some sort of hybrid or to create another Super Soldier. Fear trickled into my mind. Would that be the result of me being thrown into this world? To become a science experiment? He stayed silent for a little while, just examining me and analyzing what I just said. "What do you plan on doing, Director?" I wasn't sure if I was allowed to question him but I wanted to know.
He pressed his palms to the table, "I want to run a few tests."
I slid my hands from under my thighs. Not pleased, I asked, "What kind of tests?"
"Physical, mental, emotional flares, anything that might be different about you. Have you found anything different since you've found out?" He leaned forward. I dared to think he had a curious gleam in his eye.
Magic. I nodded, "Yes, I have found a few things to be different."
"An example." The scars spreading from behind his injured I drew my attention. I pulled my gaze away before I actually started staring. An example?
"Magic." He raised a dark eyebrow disbelievingly. He didn't believe me. He might have thought I was making up stories to hide something. I guess I have to prove it. I should have figured. I wondered if I'd actually be able to use magic again this time. I raised my hand in front of me and prayed it would cooperate. Flames burst in my palm and flickered on my fingertips, glowing a fierce orange that cast the director and room in it's light and heat. My skin remained unburned but the flame extinguished soon enough. I still wasn't used to using magic. I probably wouldn't be for a while until I got the hang of it. What I did at the battle must have run purely off my adrenaline, anger, and fear.
His eyes cleared quickly, "What do you know of Agent Coulson?"
I back tracked quickly. Where had this come from? As it turned out I knew more than I should about Agent Coulson because of all the movies but I wasn't sure what all I should reveal. Might as well get it over with. "Agent Coulson went to a Stark press conference after Stark escaped from Captivity in Afghanistan and scheduled a meeting with Pepper Potts to meet Stark. He met with Stark at the Walt Disney Concert Hall to discuss his escape but was unsuccessful. Later he managed to escaped armor that had been activated against their plans. He gives Stark a cover story for everything that has happened. When you put Stark into house arrest Agent Coulson was one of the agents left with him and presented him with the work of his father. He was present when Stark accidentally created a new element. Coulson was also involved in the more recent visit Earth has had by Thor. He ordered Hawkeye to shoot him but he didn't. He was part of the group that confiscated Jane Foster's research. He interrogated Thor for being able to eliminate some of your best men." I sat back in my seat as the mask slipped and shock registered on the Director's face.
The room stayed silent for what felt like forever as I watched the Director's reaction. A knock sounded on the door and Agent Hill came in, "I'll take over, Director." He simply nodded before stepping out of the room. I all but knew he would be going into the room behind the glass. Agent Hill hadn't been able to completely close off her expression like Fury had normally been able to do. She was even more open now that I had managed to shock her. She silently cleared her throat, "How did you come up with such things?"
"I saw them."
"How?"
"I already told people that I wasn't supposed to be here. That I felt like I had been dragged into a place that I didn't belong. Where I come from everyone on this hellicarrier and everyone else associated with it in any way does not exist as real people. They come from comics, books, and movies. I watched the movies a lot."
"Who all knows about your magic and that you aren't completely human?" She stood behind the other chair, her hands resting on the back of it.
"Loki, Thor, and a little boy I rescued during the battle know about my magic. Only Thor and Loki now that I'm not completely human besides anyone else you guys have told. Why did we bring up Agent Coulson?" I was simply curious. I had been there when he died so it was still fresh in my mind. Like everything else this battle had brought forth. The agents I had killed and the Avengers that I had gotten to know better. My grandmother and Mark and everyone else.
Her answer was short, "That's classified."
"If it's classified then why even bring him up? Why not just not talk about him and bring him to mind? What's going on with Agent Coulson?" I leaned forward until I put my elbows on the table. The recording microphones on the table was picking everything up but I hadn't said anything I regretted yet.
"Simple curiosity."
"We all know curiosity killed the cat, Agent Hill. Why did you guys bring him up?" I restrained from tapping my fingers against the table. I wanted to so bad. My nerves started to creep up on me again and my tummy filled with butterflies. I doubted I would be able to get them to talk. Especially since this interrogation was intended to be directed at me, not them. But I wanted to know. I watched as Agent Hill turned toward the glass. Two taps sounded through it.
Agent Hill turned back to me and sat down it the chair, placing her hands palm down on the table before folding them together. She inhaled deeply before speaking, "Agent Coulson is not dead."
Okay guys, this is the result of being stuck at school. I wasn't able to make the chapter as long as I wanted but here's the first half and I do believe I'm easily getting back into writing this story. It's such fun. Anyways, please review my loves! I don't know when the next time I'll be able to update again. The internet at my house isn't working so I haven't been able to get on with my computer which really is a bummer. Anyways, please review!