Connor rolled her eyes as she was taken aboard the Helicarrier, the agents she had spent time with over the course of the avengers first assemble now looking at her with eyes full of distaste. She was walked down hallways and as she passed the labs, she saw Bruce and Tony in the same one that she had been in with them when Loki had passed them in the exact same situation. They both turned to look at her and she stared back blankly before being nudged hard in the shoulder by the top of a guard's gun, causing her to growl slightly and have various guns turn on her.
She continued to walk, keeping her head high and letting her aura be one of confidence and not one where she was seen as frightened.
She was placed into the same cell that they had kept Loki in and she rolled her eyes as the guards shoved her up the ramp.
"How very original of you all, rebuilding a cage meant for a Norse God just for me? I feel flattered." She spoke sarcastically; lying back on the small ledge that's purpose was a bed. She placed her hands behind her head and stared upwards, hearing the familiar strong step of army boots. She smiled before sitting up.
"Ah, Fury. How nice it was to not be in your presence." She spoke cheerfully causing her to receive deep glares from the two agents at his side and she avoided their stares.
"Cut the crap, Whittmore. We know something is up with you, and I've been informed that you are an alpha again." Connor stood up, walking towards the glass and looking at Clint and Natasha finally.
"Nice to know trust is key." She said slowly and they stared back at her hardly and with no emotion. She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"I've seen those looks so often but never had I imagined I would be on the receiving end of it." She said, looking around and slowly pacing around her cell.
"Things change." Natasha spoke sourly and Connor laughed with no tone to it, almost like a ghost.
"Yes, yes they do."
Fury rolled his eyes. "Whittmore, shift." Connor looked up at him, a stern look on her face.
"Ahh, how about no." She said before going back to pacing. Fury walked up the ramp and slammed a fist against the glass to intimidate her.
"That is an order."
"I am not a soldier nor am I an S.H.I.E.L.D agent, Nick." She said, trying his first name on her tongue. "Therefore, I do not take orders from you."
He rolled his eyes and looked her in the eye. "I know a few people who you would give your life for and we both know you almost have." Connor's eyes flickered between the two assassins at his side but he shook his head.
"No, not the avengers." He lifted his radio to his mouth. "Hill, send them in."
Fury motioned for Natasha and Clint to follow him out of the room and Connor rolled her eyes before turning her back on the entrance and facing the back wall. It wasn't until she heard the soft, careful footsteps she understood Fury's game.
"Connor?" She closed her eyes shut before turning around, seeing two pairs of worried eyes staring back at her.
"You shouldn't be here. This has nothing to do with you." She said slowly, almost urgently.
Fitz shook his head. "Connor you're our friend. You've been our teammate many occasions. This isn't you." Connor laughed sourly and held her arms open wide.
"This is me. A vicious creature that can't be controlled! I've seen the death my family caused; I've seen what someone like me can do. It never changes." Her voice became softer at the end and Simmons moved towards the glass slightly.
"Connor, maybe someone like you can cause death. But you aren't like you. You are you. One hundred percent Connor Whittmore, teammate, protector, friend and you saved our lives so many times." Connor's eyes softened and she knew Fury would have anticipated this.
"How is Skye?" She asked after a moments silence and the two were quiet.
"She's unresponsive." Connor growled under her breath.
"It's my fault."
"No, if you hadn't been there, Skye would be dead. Connor, you saved her."
Connor watched as they moved closer to the glass.
"All they want is for you to shift, you've done it so many times and you've save so many people. Just once more."
"I can't."
"Connor, it's just-"
"I can't shift because I can't control it anymore." She interrupted Fitz, a panicked look on her face.
Simmons shook her head. "Sure you can. Focus on something strong enough to keep you sane. Think of it like..." She trailed off and Fitz snapped his fingers.
"...a boat needs an anchor to keep it steady. Find something and make it an anchor, with you being the boat."
Connor nodded slowly, her eyes becoming red. She took a deep breath and focused before shifting, with her instantly losing control. She snarled and growled threateningly at FitzSimmons before Connor noticed their expressions of desperation and she pushed herself.
She pulled herself back into control and she stood up proudly, her black coat shining against the light of the cell. She watched as Fitz moved over to the control panel and opened the door, Connor backing away slightly as she was scared of accidently hurting them. She watched as Simmons moved forward slightly and Connor could hear the panicked exclamations from all the other agents behind the door watching and wanting to intervene.
Connor moved forward until she was almost touching Simmons. The biochemist held her hand out and Connor closed her eyes before placing her head into Simmons' hand. She breathed out deeply and the woman sighed in relief.
"I had no idea if that was going to work." She exclaimed and Connor barked happily before moving backwards and shifting back before she hugged Simmons tightly.
"How is the team?" Simmons and Fitz shared looks before they shrugged slowly.
"It's tough but I think we're coping for now."
Connor nodded and as Fitz walked over she hugged him, missing having the two around.
"I could always try to-" she was cut off by Fury walking in.
"Not again. It's too much for you. Thank you FitzSimmons, you are dismissed." The two nodded before saying bye to Connor and leaving the room. Fury turned to look at Connor before looking down at her wrist.
"Let's get that off right now." Connor raised an eyebrow. She felt a snip on her wrist and looked down to see Natasha pulling the bracelet off. Connor glared down at her wrist.
"Are you joking me? That thing was like stuck to me and you get it off without breathing." They all ignored her and Fury looked her once over.
"You're lucky you never killed anyone. You're free to go, now that you have control." Connor's jaw dropped.
"That's what this was about?" He ignored her and left, leaving her facing Clint and Natasha.
"Hey guys." She said slowly and Clint looked over at Natasha before looking back at Connor.
"Put your right foot forward." Connor did what he asked and hardly had time to register why because Natasha's fist slammed into the side of her face, causing her to fall down but be supported by her warning by Clint.
Connor looked up at Natasha and saw the woman looking angrier than ever.
"We thought you were never coming back."
Connor rolled her eyes. "I'm a seventeen year old, I need free food and it's not like you would miss me."
It was Clint's turn to punch Connor.
