Your first mission and you screw up. So much for having it. I growled to myself taking stock of my surroundings, I was now dressed in grey scrubs I paced my bare cell and stared out of the glass front wall. I clicked my tongue ring against the back of my teeth feeling like a caged animal. They had taken my clothes, my weapons and had rubbed or cleaned the cover up off my arm.
"Interesting tattoo." Ward spoke exiting the shadows like a cliché creeper. I flipped him off continuing to pace. "I'm just-"
"I know what you're doing Ward. Trying to play friendly with me." I hated the guy on principle and by now I think he's caught onto that.
"You're close to Skye then." He sighed settling on the floor. I tilted my head looking at him curiously.
"As close as she lets people be." I answered carefully, what was he doing.
"You mean as close as you let yourself get." I blinked and glared at him. I leaned against the glass and watched him, this could be a ploy but he seemed to know me better than most already. I began pacing again and he simply watched me.
"So, the tattoo?" I glared and crossed my arms but sighed.
"Take a guess."
"A reminder?"
"A brand. Tells Doctors who I am." I replied with a dry smirk. He looked at me and rose an eyebrow.
"How long have you had it?" His tone was bordering on dismay.
"Since I was born." He left as the lab coats came in and herded me from my stall.
"Weapon 13 confirmed." One reported to another I saw Ward's paled face and the angry glint in his eyes. I retreated into myself, obeying because rebelling meant pain and pain wasn't a friend of mine.
"The weapon appears to be functional." One snickered. "Status report." He ordered and I looked at him, you're the first I'm gonna kill. I mentally promised before obeying.
"Pissed off." I yelped as a shock stick connected with my side.
Day after day it was the same thing test after test to determine if I was still operational, if my years away had 'damaged' me. In those days I only saw Ward's face once a day and each day he looked angrier and angrier.
I resisted in small ways, but each time it resulted in pain. Today was one of the worst, I laid on my cell floor twitching from the aftershocks of a shock stick attack. The cell suddenly filled with a mist that amplified the pain.
I screamed and heard a male screaming from the other side. I closed my eyes, a freezing sensation curling out from my heart. Then the pain stopped I cracked open my eyes only to find that I was laying in the center of a frozen wasteland in my cell. I breathed out, watching for the breath mist that never came. I blinked realizing that I didn't feel the cold but it was definitely snow.
Ward was right outside my cell with something akin to panic on his face. He opened my cell and quickly walked over handing me a pair of boots. "Put those on, quickly!" I fumbled with them but didn't question it. Once they were on he pulled me to my feet and tugged me along.
"Where are we going?" I asked looking at him. He wasn't leading me to the labs. He held up a blinking red light and grinned sheepishly.
"Out and away."
"Why?" I was confused. What the hell was he thinking?
"Because I chose the wrong side. Nobody, not anyone, should have gone through what you did here. I'm getting you out, I don't know how to get in contact with Coulson's people anymore but you're just a kid and I should have done something sooner." I blinked at him and he tugged me along again leading me to the exit.
I was blinking against the sudden harsh light and he'f noticed. He tore off a strip of his black shirt and wrapped it around my eyes, it was thin enough that I could see where I was going but the light didn't hurt anymore. He threw open the door and grabbed my hand.
We ran for a good five minute before he hit the button and threw the detonator to the ground as the base went sky high. I tugged off the makeshift eye gear and grinned a bit. "That might get their attention."
Ward snorted and shook his head grabbing a backpack from the ground and held it out. "There's some cash, a few days worth of food and water, a prep and cook set, a couple extra clothing items, a map and compass in there. Nearest town is East Southeast of here. About twenty miles." I nodded slinging the backpack on and settling it before looking at him.
"You're good somewhere deep in there. Do something worth something." He hesitated and nodded ruffling my hair. "You could always come with me...or tell me what the hell happened to me."
"I don't know, they were talking about InHumans and taking a gamble." I took a shaky breath and looked at him.
"Yay, I'm even more of a freak that I used to be." I layered on the fake enthusiasm and he chuckled again. "Um...thank you."
"Don't mention it." He replied sticking his hands in his pockets.
"What will you do now?" He shrugged and looked at me for a second.
"Find something worth doing something." I turned away and smirked.
"Good luck with that Traitor."
"Thanks Freak." My head snapped up and an understanding feeling wiggled its way into my head. I nodded and set off toward the town. Twenty miles was nothing I couldn't handle. I paused after five though to recall that cold sensation and call on it. Frost crept over my hand before I flung it in the direction of a tree. Snow hit the tree and I just sighed softly.
"Universe, thou art a cold heartless biatch. I can hear Skye now singing let it go." I muttered and took a sip of water. As I continued on I looked up to judge the time using the sun. It was a little past directly overhead, so it was probably around noonish or a bit after.
I took the backpack off and dug out a pair of black jeans...my black jeans and the shirt I had been wearing on the mission. I tugged my boots off and then the scrubs tugging on my clothes, they had been washed and I decided that Grant Ward was either my favorite person ever or a major creeper who saved my life and walked away.
I found my knife and dad's dog tags wrapped up in a note that read; They seemed important to grab for you. I'll try to get your katanas to you, but if I can't I'll get you new ones. - Ward.
I smiled a bit and tucked the tags into my shirt and the knife into the inside of my boot. I grabbed a granola from the bag with a small thought of how prepared this bag was. I wondered how long I had been there as I began walking again.
The sun was just going down as I reached the 'town' Ward had told me about. "Town my ass, New York City." I muttered walking into the city limits. I kept walking, soon finding myself in Brooklyn. The sun was long gone and the streets were slowly filling with hookers, thugs, dirty cops and the local riff raff who thought they were tough.