A/N: things are about to change. Thank you for reading, reviewing, and following. Enjoy.
I silently follow behind them, knowing the possibilities of what was about to happen. My cover has been blown, the truth will come out.
He leads us down the hall, silently. We pass one, two, three, four doors, before leading us into the large meeting room.
"Barton, Swan, have a seat." He says gesturing towards the black leather chairs, while he walks around the large table into the front of the room.
"Before we start... can I please go to the bathroom?" I ask, timidly, as I stand by the door.
They both look over at me. The man with slight annoyance and amusement. My brother with amusement.
"Go out the door, down the hall to the right, first door to the right." He says.
I quickly ran in the direction pointed to me. Passing several agents as I do so.
I am nearly to my destination when I collide with a rock-hard chest, causing me to fall back onto the ground.
"Shit. Are you alright?" He asks.
Rogers. Of course, it had to be him. Who else would try to irritate to death, since Edward didn't do the job?
I choose to ignore him, swiftly getting up and walking into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind me.
I barely make it to the toilet on time. When I'm done doing my business, I quickly proceed to walk out of the stall and wash my hands in the sink. Splashing some water on my face before drying my face in an attempt to calm myself down.
When I walk into the room, I realize I must've missed something vitally important.
My brother is tense, and the other two people in the room are also tense.
I realized then that Nat is back, along with another unfamiliar man.
"What's going on?" I ask my brother, as I sit next to him.
"Eyas. Something has happened." He says, in a calm controlled voice.
I can feel a sudden dread began to settle in my stomach.
Oh no.
"Eyas, I need you to be calm for what I'm about to tell you." He says slowly.
I stare back at him, trying to stay calm as his facial expression grows wary. This only makes me tense up as I realize the only thing that can cause him to react this way. My parents.
"They're dead, aren't they? Mom and Dad are gone. Aren't they?" I whispered, looking at all of the grave expressions around the room.
He sighs, closing his eyes tightly before pressing the tip of his finger to the bridge of his nose. Emotions flying across his face as he attempts to hide them from me.
"Miss. Swan..." The man tries.
I slowly turn towards the director, narrowing my eyes at him as he continues the facade.
Is he seriously going to keep acting as if he doesn't know me?
"Oh please, can you drop the fucking act?" I snap.
"What act?" My brother asks confused, lifting his head.
Fury looks annoyed enough to shoot me. He stares at me silently asking if it's alright to tell them. As if my outburst hasn't just given it away.
"He's known Charlie all along. He is the friend who calls him and tells him every fucking thing. The fact that you are working for him, as well as I am, isn't a fucking coincidence, Clint." I say, staring back at Fury, angrily.
"Wait, you're working for Fury and Shield?" Nat asks, disbelievingly.
"What the fuck is going on?" My brother asks, standing now.
"Do you remember when your mother was kidnapped while pregnant with your sister?" Fury asks him.
As I watch their exchange, I can feel the tension rolling off of my brother and his friends.
"I was fourteen." My brother blinks.
"Yes, you were. Do you remember what happened to her?" Fury asks.
I can already tell this is going to a massive fucking bomb. So, I decided to step back.
"Yes, she was missing for six hours. No one knew where she was. When she was found she had a head injury and a few bruises along her arms and legs, and one on her stomach." My brother mutters.
I can feel their gazes on me, as Fury talks. Yet, I choose to keep my gaze lowered on the table, alternating between twiddling my fingers, and drawing patterns onto the glass surface of the table.
"That's not all they did to her. They injected something into her womb. She wasn't the only one who this happened to. Upon doing research, we discovered over sixty different pregnant women had been kidnapped, across the state, nationwide. Your mother was the sole survivor. Along with your sister." Fury explains.
"So, all these women pregnant were kidnapped. Experimented on and killed?" Clint asks, disbelievingly.
"The proof is in this file." Someone says walking into the room.
"Stark, what are you doing here?" Fury asks, sighing in defeat.
"Nothing at all. Just came here to join the party." He says as he pulls out his phone. "JARVIS, projection mode please." He says
"Yes, sir." A British voice answers back.
As soon as the British voice answers back, four different screens appear in the middle of the table, and the glass wall behind us suddenly turns into a solid black color.
Everything was out on the table. My medical records, my school records… everything.
"You were tested?" Clint gasps, turning towards me. "Where was I when all this happened?" He asked, in disbelief.
"At school. The air force...traveling." I say, shrugging, as the memories of what types of tests they took assaulted my mind.
"So, you work for Shield. Just how much have you been working here?" Tony asks, highly interested.
"Pffttt." I blow a raspberry. "I'd say since I turned eleven," I muttered, as I think back.
If my memory is correct I began working for Shield just after I had taken a placement test for my school that came back proficient. Everything changed the day I met Fury, Shield became like a family to me after that.
It was up until a year and a half ago, that I was in an accident that I lost some of my memory temporarily. Causing me to want to go to Fork in order to recover. When I told the Cullens my dad wanted me to go to LaPush I was really traveling from Washington to New York.
"E-eleven?!" He hollers. "How the fuck can you do that to an eleven-year-old?" He hollers, louder.
"She's a genius, Barton. Has multiple doctorates in different fields. She's the one who developed the current security program. She alerted me of Tony's condition four years ago and gave Nat the lithium dioxide injection to help him out until he could discover the element to help himself. Do you honestly think I would have her here against her will?" Fury asks, sarcastically.
"You have multiple doctorates?" Tony asks, turning towards me.
"Just a few," I mutter.
"How is that even possible if you're still in high school?" He asks, surprised.
"I got them all under a different alias. Director Fury advised going under a different alias. My birth name is Marie Barton. When I went back to live with dad, I became Isabella Marie Swan. That is how I was able to continue being undercover. Occasionally, when a program went under or the director needed something, I'd fly back, incognito." I explained, with a shrug.
"Wah-what exactly do you do here, Eyas?" My brother asked.
"Various things. Do you remember the Avengers initiative? I helped evaluate and get the approval from the board… mainly, get Stark approved." I said, snickering at his offended expression.
"So in a sense, you're his right hand?" He asks.
To which I shrug in response.
"Why are we just finding this out now, and how exactly do I not know this if I've breached and broken into S.h.i.e.l.d's database countless times?" Tony asked, appalled.
"You only find what I want you to willingly find. What you know is only a tiny portion of what S.h.i.e.l.d has under their sleeve." I respond, trying not to be amused at the scowl he is now sporting. while the rest of their jaws hit the ground.
"What are we going to do about my parents?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
Pushing a button on the bottom of the table to clear all the screens that appeared before us.
"Arrangements have been made. Renee and Phil shall be buried back in Phoenix next week, and Charlie will be buried this Friday." The director says.
I nod, as it finally sinks in...my mom and dad are gone…and it's - it's all my fault...
"Excuse me, for a moment. I need to be alone." I say, excusing myself and quickly exiting the room.
I quickly rush back down the familiar hall, making my way back to the familiar double doors, as I felt myself begin to lose grip of my emotions.