After my confession Nat and the Captain were soon to leave. They had took one look at each other and with a nod from Nat they left. Obvious doubt clear on their face. They left me alone, my only friend the four walls that surrounded me.

I let out a sigh, my exhaustion from the lack of sleep creeping up on me. I folded my arms on the table and placed my head on them. I was so tired, normally I could go a few days without sleeping because Mercury had much longer days. Roughly I had counted that earth's day were equivalent to around 6 days on Mercury, although the planet itself now could be different. It could be even longer due to the catastrophic flare from the sun that destroyed my planet, probably knocking it off it's original axis. So living here on Earth I could go around 5-6 days without sleep. Though with the extra exercise I was definitely feeling worn out.

Despite my uncomfortable position I managed to fall asleep. It was a dreamless sleep that a sudden sound startled me awake half an hour later. I looked up alert and wide eyed but to my surprise there was no one around.

I could hear the sound again, loud and screeching, I covered my ears. The screeching-no, voices was getting louder. It was so loud that I fell to the ground with a thump, the noise of me falling sounding like thunder. Everything was so loud, I curled in on myself to try and protect my ears. There was so many voices all overlapping each other, it was like my hearing had been heightened and I could hear everyone on the helicarrier, all at the same time. It was deafening and I could barely make anything out. As quietly as I could I pulled myself to the corner of the room.

I wanted it to stop, the sound was so loud that I wouldn't have been surprised if I touched my ears and found blood. I faintly remembered that Papa had said something about sensory overload being a possibility as I grew, that's what this must be. I just needed to focus, pick a sound and focus on it .

Concentrating on the mesh of voices I tried to find something or someone I could recognise. It took me a few moments but I found a voice I recognised. I honed in on the sound of their voice, clinging to it with my every being. I focused solely on them, and slowly I could feel all the other sounds fade away. It was only when everything else faded that I realised who I had focused on. It was Nat and she was, by the sounds of it, talking to someone else.

". . .love is for children I owe him a debt."

"Tell me"

I identified the other voice as Loki's. It seemed to be a conversation between the two, but i was lost in what they were saying, not really understanding it.

Nat spoke sombrely, "Before I worked for S.H.E.I.L.D I ah. . .well, made a name for myself . I have a very specific skill set. I didn't care who I used it for-or on. I got on S.H.E.I.L.D's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me. . . He made a different call."

"And what will you do if I bow to spare him?"Loki questioned.

"Not let you out-"

"Oh I know but I like this. Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man." He spat.

"Millions fall every day, I tend not to weep over that I'm Russian. Or I was" she added.

"And what are you now?"

"It's really not that complicated, I got red in my past and I'd like to wipe it out." She spoke matter-of-factly.

My hearing started to fade out in the moments that followed but I managed to hear the end of their conversation.

"Your a monster" Nat whispered sobbing quietly.

"Oh no, you brought the monster. And I bet you don't even know the imperial weapon your letting wonder the halls." Loki smirked.

My heart dropped, was he going to tell Nat the only important fact I had kept of my life a secret from the humans. Another failure burdened onto me?

"So Banner and Kyon, that's your play" she questioned, not a hint of the emotion she had displayed mere moments ago.

My panic caused me to loose focus on Nats voice but I was slightly relieved when my hearing had returned to its normal range. I stood up suddenly from the ground, the small room becoming too claustrophobic for my taste. I rushed to the door and attempted to open it but to no avail, I resorted to banging my fist loudly against the metal door.

I needed out, it was too small in here. I could feel the four walls closing in on me. Suffocating me.

"Let me out, let me out! Please I need out of here!" I screamed. I needed fresh air, there was no air in here. I couldn't breath and what air I could get down my lungs was forceful and short. I felt my ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, I gasped for air but found none. Blood pounded in my ears and I felt like I was going to black out. I took a quick glance behind me at the room and felt it spinning. I needed out of here.

"Let me out now! Hello! Someone let me out of here!" I cried. "I want out!"

Abruptly the door opened. I would have fell to the ground if I wasn't caught by someone. I couldn't see who it was through my tears but I pushed them out of the away to get out of that suffocating room. I landed in a heap on the floor once I was out and started to quietly sob, rocking back and forth. I curled into a ball and allowed the tears to flow down my face. I faintly felt someone kneel down beside me and slowly pat my back.

I had felt as if I was stuck in my pod again, unable to move and stuck in one place. No air to breath and no one around to help. I felt paralysed and I never wanted to feel like that again.

I sensed the person who had been patting my back, gently grasp my hand which was hugging my knees to my chest. Slowly and blinking away tears I looked up to see Agent Phil Coulson. He was kneeling in front of me, worry laced his features as he rubbed a thumb over my hand.

"D-Don't l-lock me up again" I hiccuped.

He nodded silently and helped me to my feet. I wobbled slightly but was able to stand with the help of Agent Phil. I felt embarrassed and weak that I had displayed such vulnerable emotions in front of the agent. The humans would think me as frail from now on. Mama would have been disappointed in me for showing such weakness in front of someone I didn't know. I hung my head in shame as Agent Phil led me away from the room.

Agent Phil cleared his throat a few minutes later to get my attention. "What was that back there?"

"I ah. . . Bad memories" I concluded, not wanting to discuss it any further. "Y-You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked, stopping in my tracks and looking up to him.

He looked down as if unsure how to answer. Finally after a few tense moments he replied, "No, I won't. But there's a high change that the camera in the room caught everything."

"Do you Trîtön?" I demanded looking the agent in the eye. If the camera saw me there was nothing I could do to stop that but probably only a few would see it. If Agent Phil told someone on the ship then I wouldn't be able to leave my room with the shame. News traveled and is manipulated fast when spread from ear to ear.

"I-what?"

I groaned inwardly that he didn't understand. "Basically a promise in the terms used for humans, but for my people it showed loyalty and honour between the two participants. It is binding but won't kill you if you dishonour the bind. To break a Trîtön is to label yourself a liar and a trickster."

"I ah. . . Sure why not, It's not like I can die from it-can I?" He suddenly questioned.

"No. Now place one hand on your heart and using the other, place two fingers on your temple. Then repeat, 'Drï Trîtön, we shall not speak of of the events that unfolded between us, Drï Trîtön." I indicated nodding at him to follow my lead.

Slowly and uncertainly he followed my instructions and repeated the words. I nodded in approval and continued to walk.

"That's it? Kinda seemed pointless if you ask me." Agent Phil retorted.

"It doesn't to me. I don't want to look weak." I admitted.

"Weak? All I saw was a child having a anxiety attack, nothing to be ashamed off. Especially if what you told Agent Romanoff and Captain America is true."

"If?" I gasped " I would not lie about my world being annihilated, that I Trîtön you!" I glared at him.

"Who am I to question" he defended raising his palms in the air.

"Where are we going?" I asked when we started to walk past other agents.

"We're going to keep you close from now on. You faked your inability to speak English which proved that your untrustworthy and capable of deceit. . . And need I remind you of my stolen ID card?"

I snickered. "Did u get in trouble for that?"

His response was a heated glare. "Just keep your sticky fingers to yourself."

"Sticky fingers? My fingertips are not adhesive! I would worry if they were so." I responded confused.

He chuckled in response. "I do have a question for you though"

"Hmm?"

"Were you always able to understand what we were saying from the start? We're you taught English before you crashed?" Agent Phil asked as we turned another corner.

"Ah, I thought you would ask. The answer is no. I couldn't understand your native tongue upon my arrival. It was truly frustrating too." I replied, thinking about my first few days on earth trying to decipher it's inhabitants language had been stressful. Enjoyable yet stressful.

"Soo, your telling me that you've mastered the whole of the English language in just 4 weeks." He questioned in disbelief.

"Ah, you doubt a bored Mercurian! But I wouldn't say that I've mastered it, I'm still learning new words, give me another week." I laughed.

Agent Phil rolled his eyes at my tardiness. We reached a room with the door wide open and I could hear voices coming from inside. I could sense a strange form of power coming from that room. Something raw and ancient whispering about worlds yet undiscovered. Whatever it was felt dangerous yet as we walked closer I couldn't help but feel exhilarated.

Once we entered I noticed that this was the same lab Nat had directed Dr.Banner to when he first arrived. Inside I noted that Stark and Dr.Banner were hunched over strange technology, tapping and moving holograms with their fingers. At the far wall lay a golden serpent with peculiar gold designs, supporting a mesmerising blue sphere of energy which I had felt earlier. I could feel it whisper, taunting any that could hear it with untold secrets. It's beauty and power left me in awe for a moment before I corrected myself and observed the room.

Both scientists had a look of concentration plastered onto their faces, although with Stark's hand leisurely placed in his pocket as he stood, he looked at ease and comfortable as he worked, compared to Dr.Banner who looked rigid in the stool he sat on. Both Banner and Stark looked up to us as we entered.

Banner's attention immediately was directed to me and I imagined a flurry of questions brewing inside his genius mind about myself and my origin. He kept quiet though as Phil cleared his throat.

"Any leads yet?" Phil asked as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Stark was the first to talk after he popped a blue berry into his mouth.

"Mmm. Nothing yet, still calibrating. What's with the kid?" He questioned nodding in my direction.

"Straight to the point then." He grunted "Well, I kinda need you to supervise her. Let her sit at the side or something. She's no bother, you won't even hear a peep out of her."

Dr.Banner was about to reply when Stark interrupted, "Let me get this straight. You want me, the genius engineer and the green-not-so-green scientist to babysit a teenager? Last I checked we were recruited to save the world not entertain some stroppy teen and as I recall. . ." He snorted while popping another berry into his mouth "that this. . . Child, was classified information"

"It's not babysitting, more like . . . Acquainting yourself with a being slightly younger than your average lab partner, while ensuring that said lab partner doesn't leave the lab or does anything remotely dangerous." Phil proposed.

I couldn't believe it, Phil was trying to pawn me off to the next idiot who thought they were better then me. I felt another wave of shame wash over me for feeling so vulnerable around Phil, although I shook it off immediately. Subconsciously I wiped away non-existent tears while rolling my eyes in exasperation. Just great. Was I really an object and not a living, breathing soul like I thought I was?

"Sure, well you can tell Fury he can kiss my-

"We'll babysit!" Dr.Banner blurted cutting Stark off.

"We will not-

"She can stay here, I'll give her a seat in the corner. It's fine, you can leave her with us." Dr.Banner countered looking directly at Phil.

Stark turned his head to Dr.Banner, his movements slow as he popped yet another berry into his mouth. He watched the doctor with a calculated glare as he responded "Well if that's what the doc wants"

I felt Phil sigh beside me. "Great. Just one thing though"

"And what is that Agent?" Stark inquired finally switching his glare from Dr.Banner to Phil.

"Keep an eye on your valuables cause she has. . . thievish tendencies." He implied, looking down to me."

How dare he call me a thief! Yes I may have borrowed something off his person, but I had every intention to return it eventually, at some point-even if Fury hadn't so rudely taken it off me. It may have been a while before Phil would have gotten it back from me willingly, but I was going to give it back. . . Well, on a second thought maybe it was called for. I really wasn't going to gave up Phil's ID if I had my way. I shrugged my shoulders eventually in agreement.

"Oh is she now? Got the spawn of Bonnie and Clyde on your hands." Stark smirked while looking down at me.

I took Stark's comment as an insult despite me not knowing who this 'Bonnie and Clyde' was. I aimed imaginative arrows at his head.

Dr.Banner's sudden movement towards Phil redirected my heated stare from Stark to him. He moved quickly, pushing Phil towards the door uttering promises to 'keep me in check' and 'don't worry we'll watch her'. Poor Phil barely had a second before he was thrown out of the room looking slightly distraught.

"Doc care to explain why you were so keen to 'babysit' a teenager, cause I don't know about you but I don't care much for their aggravating mood swings?" Stark demand as soon as the door was closed.

I rolled my eyes, I did not need babysitting.

"Tony, this girl is from outer space, space! Of course I want an opportunity to study her. Sure there's Thor who's from Asgard, but when are you giving an opportunity to study an alien specimen in their primal youth!" He rambled.

"Wooha doc, I think your forgetting were only babysitting. No weird science-y experiments. You can't go analysing the child." Stark motioned, eyeing me from the corner of his vision. Whispering he repeated, "Did you say alien? From where?"

I had enough. Everywhere I go these humans talk about me as if I'm not here standing right in front of them. I am a person and I very much have feelings. Coughing I interrupted their private-not-so-private conversation.

"Excuse me, if you two love birds are finished gossiping, you promised me seat?" I questioned Dr.Banner. "And I'd very much like it if you would stop talking about me as if I'm not here." I grumbled at the pair.

I trotted over to a spare desk at the side of the room not caring to catch their reactions. My earlier mental breakdown had left me exhausted and emotional drained. It was times like this that I missed sleeping outside, beneath the stars back home. The chill in the air and the grass under your skin tickling your senses, it was what every Mercurian lived for. To feel connected to nature was to feel whole, and content. Although now, I guess I'd have to settle with this steel table to rest my head on.

I didn't sleep, still too restless about the sensory overload and the possibility that Loki might tell the agents my true heritage. That was one thing I didn't want anyone to know. It was a secret I was prepared to keep till my death.