Clint Barton's POV
"I don't know how she did it!" I said, clearly fuming, to director Fury. That girl, the one with the blue eyes, was special. "I had her right there, she was powerless, then she pushed me off her and knocked me completely out!"
"I know Barton," he said annoyed by my attitude, "She single highhandedly took down a group of highly trained agents in no time at all." He looked up at me with his one eye, "And you, speaking of which, I called you here for a reason."
"Yes sir?" I shut myself up to hear why he called me.
"I'm trusting you to find her and bring her back here unharmed," Fury said with a glare. "And you'll be doing this alone, so only call for help when absolutely needed." He held up a finger for me to be silent and another to his ear, "uh huh, okay," then looking at me, "Understand?"
Nodding I left the room, and started for New York City.
Korie's POV
I wake up, my back sore, my shoulder aching, and my gut wrenching every time I move. Man that dude is strong, I pull myself out of bed and over to my closet. I put on my Twenty One Pilots tee shirt and jean shorts, my necklace and my bracelet were still on from sleeping. Those things I could never take off. The bracelet is leathery with an infinity sign tied into it. The necklace has a small silver S carved into a little silver circle. Never could I ever bring myself to talk about them either.
Then I head out the door and, walk down a flight of stairs to Damon's office, knock on the door and wait.
"Come in," I hear Curt Damon's voice say. I walk into his giant office and see that there are tons of people in there. "So good for you to join us," his voice is different, more, grim.
"Hello sir," I say calmly and I put on my usual poker face.
"I see that you're quite beaten up," he looks up and down me seeing the bruises that the agents made, "I thought you could handle such an easy task Korie Shine."
Uh oh, he knew my real name, so he must know all about me, "There was a major bump in the road." Keeping my face calm and emotionless, I stare into his eyes.
"It wasn't so major, you took out every one of them, which explains a lot," Yep he knew all about me. This is going to get messy. "So, no family, no last name, no records, how dumb do you think we are?"
"Sir I thought…"
"You, Korie, are worth a lot of money," his mocking smile was back. I should've known this was coming, I worked for a bunch of thieves who steal things to sell them and get big bucks. Who are all in front of me and know that I, am worth bigger bucks then anyone's seen. "And now that we have you in our hands we can get it."
"I'm not that person." My face didn't tell anything, but I knew it was hopeless, they all know a lie from the truth.
"Oh, really you're not Korie Shine the female murderer from when she was 11 years old, the one that is spotted in every area that the murder happens?" All eyes were on me, hungry ones. Hungry for money. "Come here Korie, come here."
"Um, No thank you," I had to bolt, get somewhere safe. I turned to see two big men in front of the door. "Hello," everyone was coming towards me trying to get me.
I need something, something to get me out of here. My eyes dance around the room, everybody grabbing me and throwing me around wasn't helping. They all were shouting at each other arguing about who gets me and the money.
The window. The thought just came to me, Damon had a huge wall windows, looking out at the city, if I could make it over there and break one and get out.
I tryed to move through the crowd shifting as hands grab me. One hand pulled me off course, a buff looking man put me in a headlock. He yelled in his success, winning the attention of every thief in the room.
"Rocky, put her down, she's mine," a dark skinned woman said with a maniacal grin.
"No she's mine," a pale skinned thief growled.
"Shut up, she's mine!" Damon's voice hollered out. "Put her down you knucklehead!"
Rocky the knucklehead dropped me flat on the ground. I stood up, the pain from the night before spiking. "I guess you, plan to keep all the money for yourself, right Damon?" my voice sounded, ringing through the people in the room. "Or are you actually going to share it with all of these people?"
Everyone in the office stared at Damon then back at me then back at Damon again. As if deciphering which one to believe. I looked over at Damon, his face read off everything I knew, lies.
"Are you really going to listen to her!" he cried out to them, "I'm your boss, and I'm the one who got you all to this point!"
"What point?" I challenged, more attention is on me, "All he's gotten you is a one way ticket to jail."
"What!" Damon stuttered, "I've gotten you more than that, ah, like, um, fame!"
"And that fame, is the one with the police. They want all of you, and once they find you they'll put you all in prison." That was one way to start something, yelling about how they were wanted criminals because of Damon. Yep that was the way.
It was like a flood, all the people flooding around me. Half trying to get to Damon, and the other trying to get to me.
I fall to the ground, and start crawling under the mob. Going around people's feet, heading towards the windows.
Neering the windows, I got up, punching a lady in the face causing her to crumple to the ground. With the noise of the battles between the thieves, I shatter the window and sliped out.
Apparently I had never noticed that I was on the second story, and I fell, to the ground. Slamming against the hard sidewalk, I took of running. Not looking where I was going, I ran right into a large figure.
"I'm sorry kid, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going," he held out his hand to me. I reluctantly grabbed it and pulled myself off the ground. Making me realize in how much pain I was in.
"Thank you, sir," I winced. My eyes met his, they were a deep brown shade with large lines all around it. His cop uniform a dark blue. Cop uniform, he was a cop!
"Are you okay?" completely bewildered I staggered back, hitting a tree behind me. "Kid?" Still in pain I sprinted, well limp quickly, past him and into the crowds of New York City.