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12 - Jack the pirate.
"I really wanna play. I always play after breakfasss," Charlie said, folding her arms and glaring at Maria. "When is Skye coming? I don't like waiting."
They have been sitting in this room for only five minutes, and Charlie was clearly starting to get bored but they couldn't leave just yet. Director Fury was coming and Maria Hill was given order to take care of the child till his arrival. So far, everything went fine.
Last night, Charlie fell asleep almost immediately though her favorite toys weren't there and the place didn't feel like home. The breakfast had been a lot more hectic. But nothing that Maria couldn't handle. She was an agent for God's sake—and a pretty good one.
"We are not waiting for Skye but for Director Fury," Maria replied, sitting in front of the child. "He's heard a lot about you and really wants to see you."
Feeling like she had no more choice, Charlie started pointing really hard and whined. "But I wanna play. Puh-lease!"
Maria was forced to admit that Charlie was pretty good at it because that was quite a pout. However, she didn't have time to yiel because Director chose this pretty interesting moment to walk into the room.
"Agent Hill," he gretted with a nod.
"Sir," she replied back, standing up from the chair.
Charlie who had her back on Fury didn't see him right away. Nonetheless, when she turned around and saw his face, she couldn't help but feel surprised. She tried to ignore the huge excitement that was tickling her tummy because clearly, this man looked just like one of her favorite toy. Charlie titlled her head to one side and then seriously asked. "Jack, is that you?"
I'm not Jack he said but it couldn't be true. Because he looked just like him.
"How come you're not my Jack, my fluffy!" Charlie asked, scrutinizing him with her blue eyes. "You're tall like him, you have a stuff on your eyes, you have no hair and your clothers are black. I think you're Jack the pirate but you just don't remember. Don't worry. I'll take care of you even if you're very tall. Skye will help me. Can I see Skye so I'll tell her I found the real Jack!"
Charlie smiled, proud of her and Fury glanced at Hill who give him a compassionate and tiny smile. She was beginning to figure Charlie out. And one of her favorite game seemed to be talking till I can't breath anymore because that kid talked a lot.
"One more time," Fury said, trying to sound calm. "I am not Jack the pirate!"
Charlie, just like a self-respecting four-year old, stuck her tongue out at him. "You're not Pinocchio but you say a lot of lies, Jack!"
Losing hope, Fury let his forehead hit the cold table and Charlie, mad or not, couldn't help but giggle. His Jack who kept saying he wasn't Jack was so funny. Shame that Skye wasn't here. She would have thought it was pretty cool.
Then the conversation went more serious and Charlie got a lot less talkative.
"Do you want to tell me about Mr Sanders, Charlotte?" Fury asked in a sweet tone. Sweetness which people weren't used to.
Mr Sanders was Charlie's neighbor. The one who had been found dead. The one whose name was written in Charlie's file.
The kid, still on her chair, looked at her hands. "I don't like Mr Sandwers. He's very mean. He always screams at Mama. And even if Mama screams at me all the time I don't like him screaming at her. And he doesn't smell good. He reaaaaaally doesn't!" she had barely pronounced the few last words but Fury had clearly heard each of them.
Charlie's chin was still bent when he asked. "Do you remember what happened the last time you saw him? Will you tell me what happened that day?"
At the question, Charlie caught her breath, lifted her gaze and bit her lip. "I didn't do nothing—anything," she immediately corrected. Just like Skye taught her. "I promise I didn't," her voice was cracking and Fury could see some tears dancing on her eyes. She wasn't going to cry, was she?
"Don't cry!" he said a bit too harshly that her eyes went huge and her tears dried almost instantly. He sighed and lowered his tone of voice. "I never said you did something wrong, okay? I'm just curious and want to know what happened. I'm not here to punish you or anything. Just wanna know, okay? Will you tell me?"
She stared at him, for a long while. He may only have one eye but the one he had just looked like Skye's. It was full of confidence and true promises. She could see protection in it. She liked it. "You pinky promise you won't hurt me?"
He raised an eyebrow. Pinky promise? She must be kidding but when he saw her four-year-old serious face, he cleared his throat and raised his right hand and put it over his heart with a straight face. He swore he had heard Agent Hill chuckled behind his back. "I pinky promise I won't hurt you," he winked at her. "Pinky swear," he added and Charlie couldn't help giggling.
Her Jack was so funny.
". . . then he just fell," Charlie said, ending her story.
Fury had sat still and listened each words had come out of the child's mouth.
On that day, apparently, Mr Sanders had come to her place and had started to bark at her mama about some money—probably for the rent since he was actually the real owner of the house. He had yelled so loud—louder than she had ever heard her mama and dada yelled and yet, they were pretty good at yelling at her. Her dada wasn't there anymore—dead for several weeks and she also knew that her mama didn't have the money and he was going to hurt her because he had given her a lot of chances before it came to this reaching point.
And Charlie said that all she had wanted was him to stop yelling. Because even, hidden under the kitchen table with her hands tighly pressed over her ears, she could still hear him. Because he was in her head. And it hurt—too much.
She had heard him in her head, seen him in her head. Him. Him. Him. Everywhere. Him ready to hit her mama. Him ready to slap her. Him ready to punch her. Him. Everywhere. His minds. His heartbeat. He was everywhere in her head. Charlie had kept pressing her hands hard but it hadn't work. And then her mama had screamed in pain.
Her percing voice had made Charlie's blood run cold and then, she couldn't stand it anymore. She had gotten out of her hidden place. Buried in her bubble, she hadn't noticed that the whole kitchen had been destroyed because of her powers. She immediately had run into the living room where she had gasped in horror because her mama was lying on the floor, her hand holding a bleeding nose. Mr Sanders, with his huge belly and old hands, had been standing still before her ready to hit her again. But Charlie had felt anger burning her veins. Litteraly. Then, she hadn't known how but she had focused on him. The whole him. His mind. His heartbeat. Everything. She just did it.
"STOP HURTING MY MAMA. LEAVE HER ALONE. STOP. STOP. STOP!"
She had shouted so loud that she could have broken her tiny lungs but it worked. He stopped. But what Charlie hadn't known was he had stopped because his body had obeyed to her orders and had literaly stopped working. His brain stopped. His heart stopped. His breath stopped.
Then, he fell. Just like she said. He fell down and never got up ever again. Like a dead man.
"I didn't mean to make him fall. I was s'pposed to stay in the kitchen" Charlie said one more time. "Mama said it was because of me if he didn't waked up again but I didn't want it. He was mean to her and all I wanted were to help her," she lowered her head and let the tears streaming down on her cheeks. "I'm sowwy."
Then Fury couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness faced with so much innocence and misery. That's why he hated somehow children. Because they made him sentimental. Nick Fury was not sentimental. He hated being sentimental. But today was one of those days when he could let his glacial armor went down and his heart—as little it might be according to him—ached for someone. In this case, for a tiny piece of person. A cute little girl.
He sighed and got off his chair and bent down in front of the child who sniffed and tried to wipe away some tears. Her eyes were probably the cutest and saddest ones he ever met.
"It wasn't your fault," he said in a serious tone, daring her to call him—her Jack—liar.
She didn't stop crying though. "I'm a bad girl. I'm evil."
He shook his head.
"You are not and you want to know how do I know that," he waited for her to nod and to look at him before adding. "because as you said, I'm your fluffly Jack and I'm with you all the time and I know how kind you are, how good you are. And I also know that when you do something bad you do regret it. And you do mean it when you say you're sorry and this," he gently put his finger over her beating heart. ". . . makes you a good girl and a very great person."
Charlie's lips trembled and she threw her arms around his neck and held on him, tightly. "You're the bestest Jack ever. Told you you were Jack." she murmured to his ear.
He quickly smiled but then remembered that Hill was still in the room. He quickly glanced at her and gave her the look and she imaginarily zipped her own mouth. She wasn't going to tell anybody this. He trusted her.
He pulled back and softly tapped her small head. "Go play with Maria now. We're done here."
Her eyes sparkled when she heard one of her favorite words: play. And she jumped off her chair to let Maria pick her up. Fury watched them go while thinking about all Charlie had just told him.
He had made Charlie come over here with the full intention of pointing out every proof that accused the child. However, her sweetness and her innocence would make anybody change his mind even the ones whose heart was as hard as a rock. The child wasn't dangerous or at least she wasn't dangerous as long as she was surrouned by the right people—people who could bring the best out of her. And as long as they kept it that way Charlie will be just fine.
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Must have tons of mistakes. No time to read it through.
I love Fury, especially when he has to deal with Stark.
Agents of Shield is finally back tonight. Is MayWard gonna last? What about Phillinda? Skye isn't gonna die, don't worry! Oh hey, Ming-Na follows me on twitter and I didn't even ask. So cool. Agent May is such a badass!
I'll see you guys when I'm back. Have a nice life :)
Bye.
PS : The previous weekend it almost it 98F here. While some are freezing, some others are melting.
