Coulson's pov
"So you're telling me that...girl...is Claire Stark. She has abilities, talks to someone called...VI? And she can not only fly a Quinn jet but that it was her flying and defeating those three jets above the base. Am I missing anything?" Fury asked as he paced back and forth in the office.
"She ran away. Something happened between her and her father that scarred her so she ran. We found her running through the streets...five cities away from where her ran began." I explain. Director nods rubbing a hand over his face. "And do we know why exactly she is able to do these things?"
"The ten rings sir. They did something to her. She thinks of herself a monster because of it." I stand and hand over a page of information. She needed help and I was not about to turn her away. Daughter of Stark or not." Fury nods in approval, his eye scanning over the page I had given him.
"Alright, good work Coulson. I want her to be treated like any other mutant. Keep an eye on her but give her freedom. A level 1 badge and a room near her assigned agent. And I'd like to meet her at some point. Understood?" I smile up at the director and nod. Suddenly there are alarms going off and voices start shouting from everywhere.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Fury shouts into the radio. "Sir, there is a strange violet colored fog moving through the base!" shit...I pull out my radio and press to speak. "Barton...where is Claire?" there was static and Fury had noticed what I was doing.
"Don't tell me...it's the girl?" he whispered. I nodded and just like that we were off running. Sure enough as we approached the med bay there was a soft violet colored fog with items spinning and floating in the air.
"Over here!" I look to see Clint trying to open a door. "What happened here?" I asked helping him to open it. "I stepped out for the exam and next thing I know there is yelling and the fog." Barton explains. We finally get the door open only to stand in surprise.
There was the doctor, laid on the med table with a needle in his leg while Claire was nowhere to be seen. "What the hell happened in here?" Fury whispered. "You lied."
I froze in place before looking up to where the voice had come from. There...on the ceiling...sat Claire. Her violet eye was glowing and her fog was surrounding her arms and legs. "Miss stark I'm I afraid I'm going to have to ask you to step down from the ceiling." Director spoke softly eyeing the situation carefully.
"You said they wouldn't use me. You said I could trust you. You said you were different." She whispered standing and walking to be face to face with me. "I didn't lie. We didn't do anything to you Claire. This is a med bay...to have your feet looked at." I answer.
"Then explain the needle. He tricked me. Put the needle in my arm. He wouldn't stop scarring me. I had no choice." I glanced to the doctor and back to Claire. "It's my fault." Barton spoke up. Claire turned to him but didn't move.
"I went against orders and left the room. It's my fault." Barton persisted. Claire turned to him again but this time the glow started to falter and she began shaking. "Help me." She whispered. Without a moment of hesitation, director Fury sped past me and Barton and just in time as Claire fell from the ceiling unconscious.
"Good catch director." I say trying to lift the atmosphere. "This does not change a thing. I see now that you were right in what you said earlier. Therefore I place Barton as her agent. See to it that she is taken care of." Fury ordered softly, moving to put Claire into Barton's arms. I nod and push Barton out of the room.
So she can levitate...that's new.