A/n: this chapter is the last in phase one, I hope you enjoy it.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," the man scoffed.
"Hearing my name does not frighten me," Kurt countered with an indignant roll of his eyes, "Phillip J. Coulson." Kurt leaned forward, resting his chin on the handcuffs that kept him in place, "Are you afraid?"
"No," the man spoke impassively, "I'm not afraid."
"Is the true fear in one's middle name?" Kurt pursed his lips as he gazed up at the man, "What is it? John? Jacob? Jingleheimer? It's Josiah, isn't it?"
"You think now is the time to be joking?" the man smirked, "maybe you don't realise how much trouble you are in. Maybe I should remind you."
"Let's not and say we did," Kurt fixed an imaginary stray hair.
"You hacked into the SHIELD systems, you stole and altered propriety information, you obstructed government activity, you destroyed a McDonald's," Agent Coulson's smile grew, "and you withheld information regarding a missing person."
"I don't understand why you're telling me this," Kurt tilted his head condescendingly, "I know exactly what I did."
"Yet you don't realise the severity of this situation," the man's smirk was more contemptuous than his own.
"I know how severe you think this situation is but what I need for you to do is to realise how much I don't care," Kurt mirrored the man's smirk.
The man leaned forward, "Why is that?"
"Because I know there is nothing you can do to me," Kurt whispered.
"What makes you think that?"
"I don't think it, I know there's nothing you can do to me," Kurt drummed his hands on the metal table, "we're both acting outside of the law and I'm sure that General Glenn Talbot wouldn't waste his time arresting a seventeen-year-old boy from a small town in Alaska."
"I don't work for Talbot," Agent Coulson countered.
Kurt shook his head, "I know, he works for you but seeing as you're legally dead and all, you need him to do your arresting for you as head of the ATCU."
"You know quite a bit."
"I read," Kurt shrugged, "it's kind of my thing."
The man smirked, "And you claim to have read all of SHIELD's public and private files?"
"Most," Kurt admitted.
"And so you know all about TAHITI?"
"That was a good one," Kurt chortled, "has potential as a novel, the movie adaptation can star Octavia Spencer as the lead."
"Which means you know a thing or two about GH-325?"
"Extensively," Kurt spoke with a dramatic flair, "like it's the back of my hand."
"What do you know of its effects?"
"This is actually getting tedious," Kurt rolled his eyes, buffing his nails on his shirt, "Could we cut to the chase instead of you trying to lead me there one baby step at a time?"
"I'm talking about the fact that it drove all the people it was administered to insane," Agent Coulson smirked.
Kurt giggled, "it didn't drive you or Daisy insane, or at the very least you seem to have recovered."
"You know it well."
"I know it well enough not to be afraid," Kurt's laughter grew into a chuckle.
"I hear the madness, when left unchecked, is worse than anything you can imagine," the man's smile grew malevolent.
By this point Kurt had reached guffaw level of laughter, struggling to supress the laughter long enough to speak, "not really afraid of a little Kree blood." Kurt leaned forward, his features schooled into an icy scowl, "I'm not sure if you can hear it but the sound of the bottom of the barrel being scraped is pretty deafening from where I'm sitting."
~0~
Thirty-Six Hours Earlier:
Bruce's hand covered Kurt's hand in much the same way that the older man's body was covering Kurt's; their moans and grunts harmonizing and filling the room with the primitive sounds of love making as they shared in that winter moment on Bruce's bed. Kurt clutched fistfuls of the sheets and twisted them between his fingers in an effort to keep ecstasy and reality separate- Bruce was doing to Kurt what Kurt had done to him on their first night together, and every time they'd had the opportunity since; the only difference was that Bruce didn't know he was doing it. The man was pleasuring Kurt with slow and decisive strokes, each grazing his prostate enough to drive him mad but not enough to bring him to a release.
Kurt bit his lip, grabbing more desperately at the sheets and digging his nails into Bruce's buttocks with his other hand; willing the man to thrust deeper and harder into him, willing the man to bring Kurt to the release he so longed for. Kurt's toes curled and he howled until he was hoarse but the man did not meet his requests no matter how much he moaned for more or growled for harder thrusts, Bruce had all the control and he was railing Kurt out like a nineteenth century strap rail conductor- slow and steady.
"Stop," Kurt said decisively, taking a moment to breathe as they held their position, Bruce balls deep in him. Kurt flipped them both over so that Bruce was on his back and he was on top, "I'm the captain of this ship now."
"I don't get the reference," the man chuckled in his ear.
Kurt giggled, lifting himself off Bruce's erect penis with an audible pop. Kurt turned so that they were facing each other and impaled himself on the throbbing member once more as he looked down into Bruce's brown eyes as they rolled back into his head, Kurt was in charge again. Kurt raked his fingers through the man's chest hair as he bounced excitedly, pleasuring them both to a point of ecstasy as he increased the speed and force his thrusts. Bruce howled when Kurt twisted his nipple, moaning Kurt's name in the after math as he breathed heavily. Kurt knew that they would both come to their climax soon but was glad that they were doing it on his terms, Kurt swirled on the man's engorged member- maximising both of their pleasure.
Kurt's climax- when it came- was an eruption of white, hot, erotic frenzy; Kurt fell forward, resting his elbows on either side of the man's head- kissing him deeply without desisting with his slow grinding. He was slow and deliberate, edging Bruce just a little longer before allowing the man to come.
"I'm so close," Bruce moaned, "Oh Kurt."
"Just a little longer," Kurt grinned.
"Not longer," Bruce gritted his teeth as his muscles shortened and his climax came like a geyser, "now."
Kurt laid there for a moment, his semen drying between their bodies. There was a soft and defeated pop as Bruce's flaccid penis slid out of him, Kurt listened to the man's heart beating; it was fast and loud but he knew that it didn't mean anything, it was just him and Bruce this afternoon.
"I hate how in post coital scenes in film and television people feel the need to recount the sex they just had," Kurt rested his chin between the man's pecs, "do you need me to share my thoughts on the sex I just had with you?"
"It depends," Bruce smiled, "Will it be complimentary?"
"My dad has chart paper downstairs," Kurt kissed the man's chin, "I can have a top to bottom strength analysis chart ready in five minutes; then we'll know all the areas in which you can improve."
"I don't like that idea anymore," Bruce leaned down and kissed Kurt's forehead.
"Good," Kurt got out of bed, "I need to shower and go home, I told my dad I went to get eggs for the egg nog." He checked his watch, "that was an hour ago."
"I'm sure the custard has curdled by now," Bruce joked.
"Custard can't curdle without eggs," Kurt giggled, walking across the apartment to the bathroom, "are you going to join me or am I going to have to wash my own back?"
"I'm going to have to pass," Bruce shook his head and sprawled out on the bed, "if I join you then your shower will only devolve into more sex, I know you only want me for my body."
"Whatever," Kurt shrugged, "it would have been counterproductive anyway."
"And I know how important productivity is to you," Bruce called from the next room as Kurt ran the shower hot.
Kurt jumped into the shower and made quick work of lathering up, he hated Bruce's bathroom because it lacked his necessities but he couldn't go home covered in dry semen and smelling like sex. Kurt had left his home rather rashly following his confrontation with Finn and had not planned well, he thought now of how he would smooth things over upon his impending return to his home but he was incapable of coming up with a solution that would abate the situation; he knew that for the sake of his father he needed to do the best he could to fix things with Finn.
Coming to Bruce's hadn't been his best idea but it wasn't like they were just going to let him hide in his room but the last thing he wanted to do was sit there and pretend everything was fine like he had the year before and during the summer. Kurt had told himself that he was leaving because he needed air but in near freezing weather he needed to take it somewhere with walls; he hadn't come looking for sex but he hadn't come for a therapy session either; it made him uneasy about his relationship with Bruce for a moment but it passed quickly, not all people were destined for a life of talking endlessly about their feelings.
Kurt towelled off and wrapped his hair as he walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. Bruce was still in the same spot Kurt had left him in, "If you walk around naked, it'll only tempt me to be a bad boy."
"Not everything is about you," Kurt payed little mind to the man as he lay in the same sprawling position but now he had a carton of eggs in his lap.
"These are for you," the man handed him the carton.
"If you give me all your eggs then what will you eat?" Kurt quirked a brow as he started to moisturise his limbs.
"The carton is empty," Bruce grinned malevolently, "I figure no one will check if you came back with eggs."
"Especially since we have eggs in the house," Kurt mirrored the man's smile, walking across the room to kiss him, "the student has become the master."
"You taught me well," he beamed at Kurt who was pulling on his jeans, Bruce handed him the tunic he'd been wearing, "hurry home before Burt shoots me."
"Auf wiedersehen," Kurt gathered his belongings and blew the man a kiss.
"do svidaniya," the man called after him.
Kurt made quick work of climbing down the stairs on the outside of the building and took determined strides down the street, he cursed himself for not thinking of taking the car. The distance wasn't great between his house and the garage but it was long enough for Kurt to miss his earphones, the fact that it was the evening of the twenty-third left the streets empty and the neighbourhood quiet.
Kurt rarely entered the house from the front and for a moment considered going around for his own comfort but thought better of it, sitting in the lounge were his father, Carole and Finn; in his absence they had decorated the house and brought the yuletide spirit into the Hummel house.
"Kurt," his father beamed at him, "we were about to send out a search party."
"I was out so I figured I'd go give Bruce his Christmas gift," Kurt shrugged, "I got eggs."
"Great," Carole got up and took the carton from him, her smile, "honey, this carton is empty."
"Steven King's father left to buy cigarettes and didn't come back," Kurt scolded, "I'm sure he would have been happier if he'd come back with an empty carton."
"I see," Carol nodded to herself, "did your friend like his gift?"
"That's not an appropriate question," his father smirked, "Bruce is Kurt's boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend?" Finn beamed up at him.
"Yes," Kurt pursed his lips, "he's forty-seven."
"How dirty would you like your eggnog?" Carole called from the kitchen.
"There's a recipe for Jamie Oliver's eggnog on the refrigerator," Kurt called out, "please use that."
"But I have my own recipe," Carole appeared in the serving window.
Kurt glared at his father and the man knew what needed to be done, "Kurt has been looking forward to trying that recipe all year, just this once." There was an awkward silence and his father worked to move past that, "Finn, what are your college plans?"
Kurt caught sight of Carole shaking her head, this made him pay attention to the boy's answer, "I thought I was going to play college football-"
"Why?" Kurt furrowed his brow, "Your team was terrible."
"We're so much better now," Finn grinned, "We won the championship last year and even had recruiters come to watch our matches this year, the new coach was doing the most for us." Finn sighed and his smile fell, "none of them wanted to recruit me."
"That's not a college plan," Kurt scoffed, "that was one entry route, where did you apply?"
"Nowhere," Finn shrugged.
"I applied to five colleges in New York alone and three more in London," Kurt shook his head, "I also applied to all the important colleges; I probably sent out more applications than all the New Directions combined." Kurt scoffed, "should have called y'all the no directions."
"Rachel says that applying anywhere but your dream college is bad luck," Finn countered, "she said it makes the school think you aren't serious about them."
"Rachel's an idiot," Kurt countered, "did she only apply to one school or is that just her plan for you?"
"She only applied to NYADA," Finn declared as if Kurt should be impressed.
"And what if she messes up the audition?" Kurt quirked a brow.
Finn looked wounded by Kurt's question, "Why would you say such a thing?"
"It's called being pragmatic," Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'm sure going to Julliard or the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Arts would be better than being left with no prospects. Colleges also don't have the time to check where else you applied, considering they get thousands of applications."
"I guess we do things differently in Lima," Finn shrugged irritably.
"I guess so," Kurt shrugged.
~0~
Present:
"So," the young woman smiled at him, she was clearly trying to play the part of good cop, "you hacked into SHIELD."
"Is this the part where you try to establish some kind of rapport with me?" Kurt rolled his eyes, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I don't know," she kept smiling, as if her gleeful presence would win him over, "is it working?"
"It depends," Kurt smirked, "do you want to bash my head in?" She was floored, "then no, there's no rapport."
"You know," she leaned forward, smiling a little less, "I spoke to Abigail and she told me how you helped her."
"I've helped dozens of people," Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, "What makes her special?"
"You told her about your gift," Daisy smiled, "she says you told her about being inhuman and that she was able to touch you."
"I told all the people I helped about being inhuman," Kurt rolled his eyes, "big whoop."
"You told her about how you were inhuman," Daisy smiled, "like I am, you helped her through a hard time. We can offer you help managing your gift."
"You silly, self-important little girl," Kurt shook his head in disbelief.
Daisy gaped at him, "excuse me?"
"I don't have a gift," Kurt shook his head, "I'm nothing special amongst my peers."
"Kurt," she extended her hand toward him, "a gift like your, once we help you manage it-"
"What makes you think you are qualified to help me?" Kurt got to his feet and started pacing.
"I've been through what you're going through," Daisy was attempting to establish a connection with him and it was frustrating Kurt, "I felt like a monster when I first changed-"
"I haven't changed," Kurt turned on his heels and put his hands on his hips.
"We have experience and-" her jaw fell open, "those cuffs are supposed to be magnified to the table."
"You guys should have switched to my revised design," Kurt shook his head as he broke the cuffs off his wrists, "these are an inferior good in comparison to the revised, the electromagnet in ours is stronger and they are made of a finer alloy."
"Captain America struggled with those," Daisy shook her head, "he has super human strength."
"Superhuman, yes," Kurt crossed his arms, "but human none the less."
Daisy nodded slowly, "With your strength it is important that you let us help you, adjusting to life after your biomorphic event."
"Why is it that you assume that my abilities are inhuman?" Kurt fell back into his chair, "are you so arrogant that you assume that everyone with abilities belongs to the same species as you?"
"Species?"
"Inhumans are homo sapien sapien enriched with Kree DNA," Kurt explained, "but there are other people with abilities, homo sapien superior is the next step in evolution; mutants have abilities too. Of late there have been reports of humans who have abilities as a result of experimentation, like Dr Banner." Kurt leaned forward and in his most condescending voice, "What makes you so sure I'm an inhuman?"
"But," she floundered for a moment, "you helped so many inhumans I-"
"In the time since I first sent you an inhuman subject I have sent as many mutants to the Xavier school," Kurt smirked, "I just wanted to be helpful to the people whose lives were changing."
Daisy's face came out of the darkness as realisation dawned on her, "Then what are you?"
"Finally the right question," Kurt smirked.
~0~
Twenty-Four Hours Earlier:
Kurt sipped on his morning coffee and glared at the morning paper, he wasn't making eye contact with any one and he wasn't being social. He read about his high school ice hockey team's defeat and realised that it was a week old newspaper, he put it down and was greeted by Charlie's smiling face.
"Don't you have a family of your own?" Kurt furrowed his brow.
"I do," Charlie smiled, "not the best way to ask someone if they're an orphan."
"I'm currently too exposed to people who I hate to be proper," Kurt gulped down the last of his coffee, "Forgive me."
He chuckled, "my family did Christmas last week, my mom's on call this week and my dad doesn't observe any holidays during this festive season, Mawlid isn't till next week."
"Still so excited," Kurt smiled, "still my favourite sober holiday."
"I get it now," Charlie smirked at him, "You're hungover!"
"Say it louder," Kurt rolled his eyes, "not sure my father quite heard that."
"Eggnog messed you up like this?"
"I mostly just had the nog," Kurt shook his head, "wasn't in the mood for custard or to be civil."
"What is doing this to you?"
"This guy I used to be crazy obsessed with, dogged me a few times," Kurt shrugged, "he's staying in our house and it's the worst reminder of what an idiot I was."
"Drink the pain away," Charlie pushed the cup toward him.
"This is coffee."
"Not hair of the dog?" Charlie shook his head, "let me distract you, I've found us a new case and this one is epic."
"I'll do it but I won't enjoy," Kurt downed his coffee.
"You don't want to ask me about this person's powers?"
"Would you tell me about them if you didn't think I could take them?" Kurt quirked a curious brow.
"You're going to need either your dad or Bruce," Charlie smiled shyly.
Kurt's jaw fell open, "I can't take them?"
"Not alone," Charlie slung his arm over Kurt's shoulder in a manner that had come to comfort him, "you're going to need back up because from what I've gathered, this dude straight up fucks your brain. They have some kind of mind reading and manipulation shit going on."
Kurt shook his head, "My options for back up are a man who recently got over his childhood trauma after thousands years, or a man with serious anger issued and a disassociated identity."
"You're the one who is having sex with them," Charlie shrugged.
"I beg your pardon?"
Charlie raised his hands defensively, "I mean Bruce and the Hulk."
"Seeing as they are different people," Kurt spoke sternly, "I'm not two timing them, I'm only sleeping with Bruce. The Hulk and I are just friends."
"Never in my life have I heard something that strange," Charlie teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I think that might be because something that strange hasn't been said before, ever."
~0~
Present:
"Agent Johnson tells me that you're more willing to cooperate now," Agent Coulson smirked at him.
"No more than before," Kurt reclined in the seat.
"Why does she think differently?" Agent Coulson flipped through the notes on his clipboard for effect.
"She came in here on the high horse of having found Nirvana after becoming an inhuman," Kurt shrugged, "telling me about how you can help me, basically selling an inhuman summer camp to me."
"Which is a cute way of putting what we do for inhumans," the mans smiled, "but she says that you claim that you're not inhuman."
"You see that's where she gets the idea that I've changed my tune," Kurt leaned forward and had a predatory smile on his face, "I schooled her on how inhumans weren't the only people with special abilities, then there was one question floating in her head."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm an American and as such I have certain rights," Kurt smirked, "And because you threatened to torture me I'm not sure if I should speak with you."
"What's a little torture between friends?" Agent Coulson grinned.
"We're not friends Agent Coulson," Kurt shook his head, pursing his lips and speaking in soft whisper, "and there's certainly nothing between us."
"You wound me," Agent Coulson smirked.
Kurt mirrored the expression, "I've been told it's one of my talents."
"Only one of?" Agent Coulson leaned forward.
"I'm multitalented," Kurt shrugged, reclining in his seat and killing the moment.
Agent Coulson straightened up in his seat and Kurt saw the man shake a little, "We've done our research as well." The man furnished a charcoal folder with his photo on the outside, "You made it to worlds when you were thirteen, at sixteen we have you winning the national cheerleading championship."
"You watched my Celine Dion medley?" Kurt's face lit up.
"We've seen it," the man nodded, "Fourteen minutes in French."
Kurt smiled self-satisfactorily, "I was amazing!"
"You have a number of achievements under your belt," Agent Coulson leaned forward, "yet you still managed to fly under the radar."
Kurt shrugged, "I was only in it for the fun."
"No," the man shook his head, smirking once more, "I think there's more to it."
"I think tigers dream of me," Kurt said nonchalantly.
"Your history makes it more easy for me to believe that you aren't inhuman," Agent Coulson had a self-congratulatory grin on his face, "You're something altogether new."
"This is exciting you way too much," Kurt scoffed.
"What are you?"
"What I am is hungry," Kurt reclined once more in his seat, "can I get a number two with some mac sauce?"
"You want that supersized?"
"No," Kurt shook his head, "make the drink a Mountain Dew, code red."
~0~
Eighteen Hours Ago:
"Tell me again why we're doing this on Christmas eve?" Bruce whined from the backseat.
Charlie rolled his eyes, "Kurt, talk to your boyfriend."
"He's your employee," Kurt countered.
"I'm also just Bruce," the man interjected.
"Don't make this about you," Kurt countered.
"Gosh Bruce," Charlie rolled his eyes dramatically "so rude!"
"You're so extra," Kurt giggled.
"Your extra-ness doesn't answer my question," Bruce pouted.
"We're doing this now because people are in danger," Charlie directed his statement to Bruce, "this dude is making people do illegal shit by messing with their minds just for the fun of it, we need to stop him before he hurts someone."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Kurt grinned as he parked the car in front of the McDonald's, "That's a lie, I probably could have said it better."
"I hate you," Charlie rolled his eyes.
"Why are we at a McDonald's?" Bruce tilted his in confusion, "Are you craving a Big Mac?"
"This is our target's base of operations," Charlie explained, "the person we got in touch with said that when he started controlling people's minds, they would move away from him and the link would be severed. This McDonald's is in the middle of town so he moved here so that he could keep his victim's under his control within the entire town limits."
Kurt handed them each an ear plug, "if you can't hear him then he can't mess with your mind, plug one ear and the Bluetooth headset will keep him out of the other."
"You keep saying he messes with your mind," Bruce plugged his ear and they connected the call, "what exactly does that mean? Does he control people."
"We don't know," Kurt shook her head, "from what we've been told, he convinces you to do things for him."
"Going in blind," Bruce nodded, "that sounds like a good idea."
"We don't need this attitude from you," Kurt scolded.
"I can't think of better people to die with," Bruce shrugged.
Charlie shook his head as they approached the door, "I'm not dying, not today Satan." He scouted the restaurant through the glass door, "Kurt, you go around back."
Kurt nodded and made quick work of moving around the building, there was a biting chill in the air but Kurt tried his best to ignore the cold and focus on the mission. Kurt entered the building via the service entrance and tried to move quietly through the kitchen, Kurt had little idea what he was doing with his future but he knew that a primary aspect of his drive to succeed was so that he never had to see the inside of a fast food kitchen or work as a waiter- the first one of those was out of the window now.
Kurt peered over the counter and saw Charlie curled up in a foetal position on the ground, Bruce was on his knees before a wiry teenager. Kurt made sure that his muscles were stretched and he was limber, he thought about a game plan. Kurt jumped over the counter and flipped across the restaurant, he hit the boy with an axe kick and moved into a guillotine choke.
The boy coughed under Kurt's strength, "Do you see what I mean Bruce?"
"Stop talking or I will crush your trachea," Kurt growled.
"He's dangerous," the boy spoke, "he made you think you would hurt him but he's the one who can hurt you."
"He gets into your head, reads your thoughts and uses some kind of charm to convince you to do things," Bruce spoke between gritted teeth.
"Why are you helping the only person who can hurt you?" the boy was focused on Bruce, "Get angry." Kurt realised that the boy wasn't targeting Bruce because he was resisting, it wasn't because he recognised him. Kurt moved to silence the boy but his words were already working, "Get angry Bruce, bring the other guy out."
Kurt turned to see Bruce down on all fours as he began to transform into the Hulk, Kurt released the wiry teenager and got to his feet. The boy was now focusing all his energy on Bruce, Kurt saw his other victims were no longer under his hold.
"Charlie," Kurt snapped, "I need you to snap out of whatever this guy put into your head and get these people out of here."
The boy moved out of foetal position and moved toward the crowd, "I'm on it Santa."
Kurt turned to where the Hulk was crouched glaring at him, Kurt took a step forward and the Hulk growled. Kurt extended a hand to him, "Hulk, no matter what he says, think of the boy you know."
"The boy who laughed when you were in pain," Kurt glared at the wiry teen but did not move.
"I'm the one who told you the stories in the stars," Kurt countered, "I'm the one who likes you when you're angry."
"He's also the only person you have to be afraid of, the only one close enough to hurt you."
The Hulk charged him and Kurt took evasive manoeuvres but every punch Kurt avoided served only to destroy the restaurant and anger the Hulk.
"Don't do this," Kurt pleaded, he was winded from facing an opponent stronger than him. Kurt only kept his head because he was better skilled but that would only work for so long, "Don't make him right."
"Get out of Hulk's head," the man roared in response as he punched down a wall, inches from where Kurt was standing.
Kurt moved toward the boy filling the Hulks mind with fallacies of Kurt, when he was moving across the restaurant the Hulk grabbed him by the ankle and threw him out the store front window. Kurt landed with a less than elegant tuck and roll, a sharp pain shooting through his side.
"Bruce," Kurt shouted at the man, "Don't make me do this."
The man leaped out of the restaurant and landed in front of Kurt, "Banner is a puny weakling."
"I love you," Kurt breathed in deeply before going on the attack.
Kurt kicked the man in the chest, moving into an arm lock but failing to contort the man's body to his will. The Hulk shrugged him off with ease, the man had four times Kurt's strength and this was a losing game if Kurt couldn't figure out a way to calm or defeat the beast.
"You can't hurt Hulk," the green man roared at him.
The Hulk moved to kick Kurt but he blocked it with ease, this made the Hulk angrier; every moment Kurt used to subdue him seemed only to fuel his rage. The Hulk swung for a punch and Kurt's instinct moved to stop the heat; the last kick of a dying horse.
Kurt's fist collided with the Hulk's and there was an audible crack, he waited for the pain of a broken bone but it never came. He opened his eye, he saw the Hulk clutching his hand and looking at him with large, sad green eyes. In that moment he knew that despite what was being put into his mind, the Hulk had been holding back, trying not to hurt Kurt. Kurt took a step forward and the large man growled, he moved to take another and the growl grew into a roar, "Bruce, I'm sorry." The Hulk growled louder, a sob filled Kurt's throat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Kurt knew that his apologies were futile, nobody had ever hurt the Hulk and he had just broken one his bones. Kurt fell to his knees as he watched the Hulk leaping out of his life, he had known that his role had only been to unite Bruce and the Hulk but he hadn't counted on loving them both the way he had.
Kurt could only watch as the man he had fallen in love with so quickly ran out of his life, leaping great distances and moving at aped Kurt could never keep up with, Kurt could feel sadness and anger welling up inside him but could not let them consume him, he had a job to do and he could not let his emotions compromise that.
"He left you and now you're nothing," the boy spoke, his voice echoing in Kurt's mind. The words seemed to ignite every single one of Kurt's nerves, pain a tingle on his skin.
Kurt glared at the teen, "I wasn't nothing before meeting him, why would his absence reduce me to a low I've never known?" Kurt threw the magnetic handcuff and secured the man to a nearby lamp post, "this too shall pass."
~0~
Present:
"Did you enjoy your McDonalds?"
"It was delicious," Kurt smiled, "Thank you."
"Are you ready to answer our questions now?" the woman scowled fiercely at him.
"I've been ready," Kurt smiled, "What your question should be is, are we ready to ask Kurt some questions instead of threatening him, trying to figure him out, or baiting him?"
"I don't want to play games with you," Agent May's face was stony.
"Throw those question my way," Kurt smirked.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," her tone was impassive, "is that your real name?"
"Yes," Kurt nodded, "I was born in my parents' house in Oakland and that was the name they gave me at birth, only identity I've ever had."
Kurt watched her fill his answer onto the form, "How long have you had your abilities?"
"Since birth," Kurt smiled.
"What is the nature of your abilities?" Kurt waited for her to clarify the question, "Compare them to average human abilities if necessary."
"I have above beyond peak-human strength," Kurt shrugged, "heaviest thing I've ever lifted was a bus and that was a stretch. I have good durability, not bullet proof but I was once hit by a car and that turned out okay. My intelligence is above that of the standard human, not genius or even peak-human intelligence but I get by."
Agent May nodded, taking note of what he was saying, "Are your abilities genetic, experimental or environmental?"
"Genetic," Kurt appreciated their honesty.
Agent May tilted her head, "Did you inherit them from your mother or father?" Kurt faltered for a moment, "Kurt, are these abilities from your mother or your father?"
"From both of them," Kurt let out a defeated sigh.
"I'm going to start by asking about your mother," Agent May nodded, "How did she acquire her abilities?"
"They were genetic as well," Kurt pressed his lips into a flat line.
"Were they similar in nature to your own?" Agent May stared at him, her eyes were cold.
"In nature, yes," Kurt nodded, "in magnitude, no."
"Was she more or less powerful?"
"Less."
Agent May nodded, "Are you aware of the origin of these powers?"
"Yes," Kurt flashed a weak smile, "she was Kree, her DNA was spliced with cockroach DNA to enhance her durability."
"Kree?" Agent May's stony demeanour cracked, "Like the DNA inhumans have, like GH-325?"
"Why did you think I wasn't afraid of GH-325?" Kurt smirked, "I wasn't afraid of ABO incompatibility, it doesn't exist in our race."
"I see," Agent May nodded, trying to regain her composure, "Can we move on to your father?"
"You stay away from him," Kurt snapped.
"We have no interest in your father," Agent May tried to be assuring, "Are your father's abilities similar to yours?"
"In nature," Kurt smiled, fear creeping up his arm, "but not in magnitude."
"Was he more or less powerful than you?"
Kurt took a deep, steadying breath, "More powerful."
"What is the origin of his abilities?" Agent May seemed to be aware of his trepidations, "we're only asking to have a better understanding of you and your abilities, we will not go back on our word."
"Asgardian," Kurt relented.
"To our knowledge," Agent May leaned forward, "the Kree and Asgardians don't exactly get along, you're not blue, there's a significant portion of you story that doesn't add up; would you like to elaborate?"
"My parents met on earth when my mother was working covertly and my dad was in hiding," Kurt shrugged, "their other worldly origins didn't come up until they had a baby on the way."
"How did they each come to earth?"
"My mother was born here as part of a long line of Kree intelligence operatives stationed for observation on earth," Agent May quirked a curious eyebrow, "a program that was discontinued following my mother's execution, humans were deemed a non-threat."
"And your father?"
"He's a here seeking asylum," Kurt's words were final.
~0~
Eighteen Hours Earlier:
Kurt woke up on Christmas morning, he coughed; his throat was dry and sore but he didn't know if it was from his drinking or the crying. Kurt wiped the sleep from his eyes, lying in bed and thinking of the time he had spent with Bruce; Kurt had cared deeply for the man and had hoped that the same could be said for Bruce but he supposed that had been wrong because the man had left him. Kurt had tried tirelessly to prepare himself for the impending end of his relationship with Bruce but no matter how many times he had told himself that their dalliance would soon be ended by some means or another, his heart ached to be in the man's arms once more.
Kurt rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, he would have to push Bruce out of his life as he had told himself he would when this day came but he hadn't counted on being the person who drove him away. Everything that he felt for Bruce would be put away in a box and moved into storage so that Kurt could move on, so he could move past the last two months.
"Here comes the train upon the track, there goes the pain," Kurt breathed heavily as he spoke the lyrics to himself, "it cuts to black, are you ready for the next act? To take a step, you can't take back."
Kurt drummed the piano drift into his thigh as he lay staring at the ceiling, he breathed heavily and his throat burned. Kurt flipped his linen open and let the cold air tickle his naked body, it took him a moment to consider moving and another to execute the action. Kurt moved slowly and impassively, completing his morning ritual as he often did; he brushed his teeth, shaped his brow, showered, completed his moisturising routine, got dressed, fixed his hair into the perfect quiff. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't look like he'd just been left by the man he loved, he was dressed in what some might call his Sunday best but to him it was his standard dress.
"You're intelligent, witty, multi-talented, charming, in tune with the world," Kurt took a deep breath, "self-important, down to earth, beautiful and out of this world." Kurt smiled sadly at himself, "he didn't leave because of you, he left because of his own issues."
Kurt knew the words weren't true, Bruce had left because Kurt had done the impossible- he had hurt a man who is invulnerable. Kurt plastered a smile on his face for his father and left his room. Carole, Finn and his father sat at their dining table, eating their breakfast.
"Kurt," His father gaped at him as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, "I didn't think you would be joining us."
"Why wouldn't I have breakfast with my father on Christmas?" Kurt smiled at his father.
His father spluttered for a moment, "Considering the events of last night-"
"I got dumped," Kurt rolled his eyes, sipping on his juice, "I'm not dead."
"I know how you feel," Finn beamed at him, "When I broke up with Rachel-"
"Please be quiet," Kurt shook his head, "let's not equate my break up with a man with whom I had great rapport, with the little game you and Rachel are playing."
"Rachel and I are in love," Finn snapped.
"Just because it's love, doesn't mean it's right," Kurt smiled weakly.
"What does that mean?" Carole quirked a curious brow.
Kurt looked to his father, "in the box of my hand-painted Birth of Venus Hermes boating shoes there is a stack of letters, send them out."
The man nodded solemnly, the front and back doors were kicked down and a squadron of black ops agents stormed the house. They pointed their guns around and shouted for everyone to get down; Carole, Finn and his father followed the instructions and laid face down on the wooden floors. Kurt stood with his hands raised, a man of average height stepped forward and he gave the order for the men to stand down.
"Agent Coulson," Kurt smirked as the man removed his mask, "You're early."
"You and the Hulk destroyed a McDonald's," the man countered, "that changes things."
"Did you bring what we agreed on?"
"An immunity form as agreed," Agent Coulson produced a brown envelope with the United Nations seal on the front, "the holder of this immunity is absolved of any crimes, past or present, and cannot be pursued by the government of any country that is a member of the UN."
Kurt smiled, "I'll cooperate completely." He lifted his hands behind his head, "hand the immunity envelope to my father."
"Kurt," his father called out to him, "why are you doing this?"
"Because bad people need to be stopped," Kurt smiled sadly. Agent Coulson put a pair of magnetic cuffs on his wrists and led him out of the house to a waiting SUV.
~0~
Present:
"This is what it all comes down to," Agent Coulson smiled.
"My blue pill, red pill moment," Kurt smiled.
Agent Coulson chuckled, "What makes you think I'm going to offer you some options?"
"Because I'm useful," Kurt smiled, "I pride myself on being an asset to whatever team has the pleasure of having me." Kurt chuckled, "you see that in me and you want me on your side."
"And what use will you be on a team that has a handful of trained field agents and scientist?" Agent Coulson leaned forward, "What is it that we need a seventeen-year-old boy for?"
"I'm just as qualified as any of your field agents, I have the aptitude to apprentice with your scientists," Kurt licked his lips, "And I have a unique understanding of Kree physiology that inhumans have been enriched with."
"You omitted how you've known about the rest of the universe for longer than almost anyone else in the world," Agent Coulson smirked, "you're also personally acquainted with an Avenger, I hardly think this is the time for modesty."
"You have no proof that I knew Dr Banner before destroying that McDonald's with him," Kurt pursed his lips.
"You should consider becoming a lawyer," Agent Coulson smiled mirthlessly, "You have a gift for covering your bases."
Kurt scoffed, "You've changed your tune ever so quickly."
"I know you're going to take the red pill," Agent Coulson smiled, his tone self-satisfied.
"What makes you so sure that I want to be on your team?" Kurt quirked a curious brow.
"Because the alternative is for me to turn you over to the ATCU and have them treat you like a specimen," Agent Coulson tried to pass the threat over as nonchalant and Kurt had to supress a giggle.
"And I'll rip their spines out and used them as my bedazzled cane," Kurt smirked, liking his lips, "their teeth as confetti."
"I don't know what that means," the man shook his head.
"Luddite," Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're a luddite," Kurt looked him square in the eyes, "how do you not recognise a simple Warsan Shire reference? You're a man lost in time."
"I'm sorry," the man shook off whatever was on his mind, "it's just, you're not the first person to say that."
"Back to the matter at hand," Kurt smirked, licking his lips, "You were telling me why I'd stay here and join your little team." Kurt shrugged, "I wouldn't have turned myself in and left you with so many clues to find me if I was afraid of prison."
"I know," Agent Coulson leaned in close to him, "You didn't crack under interrogation and that isn't behaviour I'd expect of someone who was reckless enough to lead them straight to them, especially after you fought our location software the way you did."
"What are you saying Agent Coulson?"
"The answer came to me when I was reading your updated file," the man chuckled, "You have unthinkable abilities yet you don't use them to get ahead, you've only used them for showmanship."
"I'm going to say what I said earlier," Kurt leaned forward, "cut to the chase, I don't have all my life to be waiting for you to get you point."
"It was an audition," the man smirked, "everything up till now was your résumé, you were showing me all that you can do."
"Are you impressed?" Kurt tilted his head bashfully.
"How could I not be?" Agent Coulson flashed a bewildered look, "you're very impressive."
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