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Hello! Okay, so I AM NOT the author of this story(still gonna act like it's her though), my job is to simply "edit and post" XD. We are actually collaborating stories("her" account is Avenge-Denae) but, there was a minor setback with her story.
So basically we are following the MCU timeline(for the most part) and her story was actually supposed to come out FIRST since it goes back before mine does. However, I was ready and she wasn't, therefore I decided to post it. So mine is out and hers won't be for a hot minute. Plus, she's doing another story so there's that setback too.
To be clear, I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF MARVEL... The only characters I own(thus far) are Riley, and my friend owns Denae.
Umm, that's about it, but I really hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter 1
I slowly paced the aisles, my mind wondering as I had no specific item I needed. I already held the main dairy products needed, as well as a loaf of bread. I found myself at the counter, not exactly remembering how I arrived. That's how it had been for the last few days, however. I placed my items on the counter and fumbled for my wallet which had been lost deep in my purse. I gave the cashier an apologetic glance, and she smiled at me in return. I finally pulled it out, and handed her a twenty. As she handed me my items, along with my change my arms were suddenly pulled behind me, my groceries dropping to the ground with an undeniable thud.
I struggled for a moment, before I felt the cold, firm-felt gun press to my temple. A frantic yet commanding voice echoed through the store, and I whimpered in fear.
"Give me all you have or I'll shoot her!" The cashier desperately pulled money out of the already opened cash register and she hurriedly shoved the money at the man. "Give me the rest," he yelled and pushed my head down even farther. The woman jumped at his tone and gasped out.
"This is all we have! I swear!" The man smacked my head with the gun and he screamed.
"I smell bullshit!"
He smelled bullshit? I wanted to laugh but considering the circumstances, that might have been slightly inappropriate. The robber then jumped onto the counter still pinning my head to the table, and then pointing the gun towards the cashier.
"Give me your wedding ring you lazy slut!" he yells. Who was this guy?
"Hey, that is something that she cares about!" I protested. I feel my heart beating faster. I close my eyes to breathe and calm down, when I feel a burst of what I would describe as air. Like an A/C unit. I opened my eyes to find that I was on the other side of the counter. His expression seemed quite puzzled. I grab my phone and call the police, while running out of the store. They politely inform me that someone else had already called and they were on their way. It took all I had not to politely inform them that I didn't give a damn.
I sat in the parking lot waiting for the police come to the scene, thinking about any other reason to why I found myself on the other side of the counter. I eventually told myself that the air conditioning turned on, and that the robber fell on the other side of the table, and I got confused about which side of the table I was on considering the circumstances. And maybe I was going crazy. As I sat on the curb processing my afternoon, my gaze traveled to the ground as my staring bore into a parking space.
I sat there, lost in my thought, before seeing a pair of black boots from where I stared. My gaze slowly traveled up, and I saw a girl who looked to be around my age staring at me, expression cool and emotionless, her arms crossed. Her curly black hair fell down her shoulder in loose ringlets, and the base tips of her hair was dyed a deep ocean blue.
Her face was lightly tanned and her dimples were visible, even through the light grimace she wore.
"Hello," her British accent echoed through my mind, like a song on repeat. It was a natural quiet, one that comforted people
"H-hi," my voice clearly shaky.
"My name is Denae Madon. I am going to need you to come with me, just for a few moments." She reaches her hand down as a gesture to help me up. I grab her hand, and follow her to a black car with tinted windows, where a girl with green eyes that shone through like a forest, and red hair. I cautiously got into the car, glancing behind myself as I did so.
"My name is Natalie Rushman, and unfortunately, we're taking you in. You are?" Her voice cut through cool and emotionless. It resembled Denae's but hers sounded more forced. I couldn't tell which I liked more.
"I'm Riley, Riley Davis . A-And what do you mean 'take me in'?" Denae sighed and gave Natalie a long look.
"There was no reason for you to word it like that," She whispered to the red haired woman. She turned her attention back to me.
"Natas- Natalie was a little too blunt. What she meant was that we are taking you to HQ to ask a few questions."
I frowned and sunk back in my seat a bit.
"Wait, are you an officer?" Natalie responded sharply, and I could tell that she was trying to answer before Denae.
"We are from S.H.I.E.L.D and that's about all you need to know about us." I sunk back even farther, my eyes widening. For once, Denae's calm expression twisted into a hard look, that wasn't quite a glare.
"I don't know what you think you're doing as of now, but I'm telling you to refrain from it. Am I clear?" Perhaps it was the tone of her voice or the command itself, but it was now evident who was in charge. Natalie muttered something in what I guessed was Russian, and the corners of Denae's lips rose.
"Riley, S.H.I.E.L.D is known as the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. We need to address not only the robbery, but what we saw," Denae said, her head only turning slightly.
I bit my lip as what I assumed was the headquarters fell into my line of sight. Denae drove pretty fast. I took a few deep breaths as I stared at what was in front of me...Oh boy.
So kind of a strange start but we'll see where it goes!