Third Person

"She looks so young."... "How'd she do it?"... "Is she dangerous?"... "Obviously."... "What should we do?" … " I don't know yet, but she's,"... "Look she's awake!"

Korie's eyes open wearily, all the people in the room through the glass were looking at her. The man was there, why was he always there? A dude with an eyepatch was at the front of the group, most likely the leader. There was a woman with brown hair that's up in a bun and icy blue eyes. Another man sat near, a light brown haired, blue eyed man sat in a chair looking ultra serious.

She stays silent, waiting for them to make the first move. But no one said a word, so unlike they were when she wasn't conscious.

Her cage was a round room, thick glass in every direction. It look as though there was no escape. How in the world are they going to get any food in there? She was a normal human when it came to eating and drinking.

"How are you holding up in there?" The man with an eyepatch asked after the long moments of silence.

"I'm doing fine," she kept her voice emotionless and strong, well as strong as it would be. Her blue eyes still held her anger and fear, but Korie had no power over them. The amazing blue eyes that had never ceased to hold emotion.

"You really are quite a mystery, aren't you?" the man with the smile that she hates said, clearly amused.

"Yes, I am," It was a true answer. She never ever talked about herself, it brought back to many bad things. Most things had brought back things in the early stages of being alone and traveling. She had traveled a lot when she was young, always over land, the ocean or the air were a no go.

"Do you know who we are?" the man with the eyepatch asks to end the silence.

"You're SHIELD agents," Korie answers calmly, not adding the part about also being annoying idiots that sent a doofus to follow her. That they were bad people who stole important things. What? Then it hit her, they took off her necklace and her bracelet. Oh, that made her angry.

"Ah, and who told you about us?" He questioned her with such interest it was like he traveled back in time to find out about a historical event that would make him famous. Well, she was kind of a historical event, taking down the dozen agents like how she did.

"Damon," she answers like it's no big deal, trying to not show her anger.

"Who are you?" the woman in the back asks with interest in her icy blue gaze. That question takes Korie a while to answer. Who was she? She decided to answer truthfully and hope it came out well.

"I, have no idea," okay It felt pathetic to her saying it but only complete honesty came out of her mouth. Well, she knew who she was, like as a person. She could walk up to someone and say, 'Hello I'm Korie Shine, nice to meet you,' shake their hand and walk away. But she didn't know her purpose of herself or her life.

"Wow," the idiot dude smiled as he said this, "You have no idea." She had to fight the urge to glare at him, but the others looked dead serious.

"Barton, if you can't control yourself, then you can leave," the man with the eyepatch told him with a glare. The urge to yell 'ooooooo sorry hun!' was almost unbearable for her. Although she was so different, she was still a child somewhere inside. "Would you like me to explain your, living quarters?"

"Sure," this part actually interested her, what were they holding her in?

"So here," he walked over to a panel and pointed at a button, "is the eject button, if I so need to press it, the ground will open up under you," he pulled a lever next to it, "Like so." The ground, or door thingy, opened out below her cell pulling air into it. She could see ocean under it, but it was far away, like they were in the air.

Panic flooded in her, sending a shiver down her back. She was flying, over the ocean, what a great day it was.

"Also," the man continued, "If you try to escape it will automatically open and send you plummeting." He looked so pleased with himself. He closed the hatch and looked at the panicy girl. Even though only her eyes and her goosebumps showed that she was scared, he knew.

"Uh," she tried so hard to keep her voice from quivering, "How do I get food in here?" It was a great change of subject, but it made her look even younger than she was always thought to be. Which was usually under sixteen, no one would expect her to be twenty six years old.

"We just slide it through the slot for food," the man in the back that hadn't spoken yet said. He and the others looked happier than before. So Korie decided to sit herself down and maybe drift off to a better place.

"Do you guys mind if I be done with the nice questions for today?" she asks the agents, "'Cause a girl gotta sleep, and I need to take a shower. Are there any showers here?"

"Of course there's showers here," the annoying dude said, a matter-of-factly, "But you need to wait, you do need your beauty sleep right?" She rolled her eyes and placed her head on the glass wall behind her. She didn't care that there were people watching her, her day had be hard enough.

TP

Korie opened her eyes to see an empty room beyond her cell. All the people from before were gone, all except a guard at the door. She felt glad for the lack of people there, the crowded areas were so annoying to get around in. Especially with people around that hardly know anything about what life can really through at a person.

So many things were happening that she made a mental a list of things that were not planned. First, she hadn't planned to use her 'abilities' again. Second, she never planned to meet the all famous SHIELD. Third, she didn't want a crazy weirdo follow her around the city. Fourth, she never ever wanted to hurt that woman. Fifth, Korie never wanted to be kept in a container flying above the ocean, oh, did she mention that she was being kept like a hamster by SHIELD? No, this has been a disastrous week for her.

She looked up at the ceiling, so many pipes to count, this was going to be a long stay. The guard next to the door had earbuds in, how in the world is he supposed to hear someone coming when he's too busy listening to music. She wondered if she could ask for a movie or something, entertainment was a hard thing to get yourself in a cell.

Loud footsteps came near the door of the room, the guard hardly noticed. The door opened and in came the eyepatch dude. He walked up to my cell door and looked at her. Her short legs crossed with her hands in her lap, her hair was a mop, greasy and messy. But he looked clean and all business.

" I see you've woken up," by the way he looks, you wouldn't know he was polite. He waved off the guard and, surprisingly, he saw and left. " I would like to start again with you, if that's alright?"

"Sure," her reply was probably less enthusiastic as he wanted but it worked.

He cleared his throat before he started, "Hello Miss, I am Director Nick Fury, what is your name?" He said it so formally that she hadn't heard someone so proper in a long time, It made her want to gag.

"Korie," She only said her first name, she was afraid to use her last name because of all the commotion it causes.

"Is that all, no last name?" He raised his eyebrow in question.

She had to take a deep breath before saying it, "Shine." It rolled off her tongue and it felt so wrong to say. The name she had resented saying was finally out of her own mouth.

"Korie Shine," He took a long pause in the middle of his sentence, like he was processing it. "So you're her?"

"No," she says firmly, she wasn't the person that murdered her family one by one. The one that the police have been trying to track down since she was eleven years old. Everyone of the family members that died has a small x burned into their skin on their forearm.

"But…"

"No," she said even more firm than before "Never was, AND NEVER EVER WILL BE!" Her anger came like a forest fire, growing larger and larger. She felt her hands get hot and they flamed, so hot that she thought for a second that she might burn herself, but that would never happen. All she wanted was to scream, scream her head off then maybe when she died she would see her mother again.

"STOP!" Nick Fury's voice came through her screams. The heat grew stronger, then the flames were coming through her feet then up her legs. Then she was completely engulfed in the fire.

The whole container shook.

Korie saw Nick Fury at the control panel, he was going to drop her. The flames quickly diffused and disappeared, leaving her shaking and sobbing. Tears came like a flood that had been waiting to come for a thousand years. All the pain and loss was coming out, her family, all being killed before her eyes. No drop came, he had stopped her from falling and dying.

"What," His voice was just over a whisper, "Was that?" He looked so confused and freaked out. No one had came in during the screaming, he must have locked the door.

"My family," she decided to tell this guy the truth, part of it. "Is the ones with the murders, but it wasn't me," her voice was weak but truthful, "I swear on the the blood of hell"

"The what?" Korie hadn't realised that she had said that, she didn't fully understand where it came from either. " You know what, never mind. We can just keep this conversation to ourselves." He look at her waiting for her to say something.

"Okay," she said quietly, "But can you tell me who the other people are?"

"The man I sent to get you is Agent Clint Barton, the woman that was here is Agent Maria Hill, and the other man is Agent Phil Coulson." Korie remembered each one of them, their physical appearance matching up with their names in her mind. They all seemed to work together well.

"Thank you," she really needed to be left alone for a while, "If you could, you know, get going?" She flushed a little when she realized that she had told him to take a hike. "Sorry, I just…"

"No, no, it's alright, you need time." He looked calm, she respected his respect for the situation, "And, I'll schedule a time for you to get showered." The little glint of amusement at the end gave Korie a little boost of happiness to burn through the rage and sadness.

He left the room leaving her in her big room, it was bigger than her room back at her old home. It was a small little place, her mother had scraped up enough money for them to renovate the attic for her. Their small house had held four of them, her mother, her sister, her brother, and her. They had no father, he had left them when he had found out about Korie.

Korie wasn't always part of the Shine family, she had been adopted when she was seven almost eight. She had no memory of where she had came from, her mother would never speak of it, like it was to unbearable. Her sister and brother had loved her so much, they always played nice with her, but there was almost always fear in the air around her. But the best part about her childhood with the Shine's, was being with her best friend, and cousin, Callie. She had always been there for her, as would Korie the other way around.

"Ha Ha! I bet I'll beat you to the top!" Korie heard her cousin Callie call to her from the front of the hiking group. Callie raced ahead not waiting to see if she would follow. But Korie knew the fastest way up the trail.

She raced up the trail after her cousin, she could easily beat her in a race, but she would try a new way that time. She raced left down a side trail no one ever used, it was next to the cliffs, under them really.

The ocean was close next to her as well, but she ignored it. The fastest way was this way. She came to a part in the cliff edge that dipped to the point that was really close to the top. Her feet got in a steady position and she checked her surroundings to see if anyone was watching. She summoned the power of the rock beneath her and pushed on her feet. The rock launched her in the air and straight into the bushes next to the clearing.

No one was there yet, so she silently creeped out of the bushes. To her victory spot, she stood waiting for her family.

Pounding feet alerted her of someone's arrival. Her hard breathing cousin flung herself into the clearing to see Korie standing smugly.

"Phoebi?" It was her nickname that she only allowed Callie to say, other people could call her Kore or Korie. Callie looked bewildered that her cousin had beat her yet again, "But I was in front of you?"

"Sorry Cal, I guess I'm still faster than you." Her smile was bright, she was happy that her stunt had worked well. Her mother would kill her if she found out but she guessed it would be fine. "Hey, no hard feelings. You're the one who can swim."

Callie loved to tease her about not being able to swim, or being too afraid to do anything. Not really, but Korie couldn't swim from her fear of water, and she couldn't travel cool places overseas, because that involved going on a plane or boat. It was also how she got her nickname 'Phoebi', from her phobias. It was thoughtful, that's why she let her use it. Also, Callie had been so proud of herself when she made it up.

"Do you sleep with your eyes open?" Clint Barton's voice disturbed Korie's vivid memory. She still had tears in her eyes ready to fall down her wet face, she blinked them back. "Cause it's kind of creepy."

"No," she glared at him, he didn't have his usual mischievous smile. He was carrying a tray with a meal on it. He slid the tray through an opening that he could open with a button. Then closed it immediately after, like he was afraid of what she would do. She smiled at the thought, "What, are you scared of me?"

"Why would I be scared of you?" He flushed a little at her comment, which meant that he was lying. "Do you need a book or something? You look like you're losing your humanity." He probably meant it as a joke but it still felt offencive to her.

"First of all, no I don't need a book, I don't have the focus anyway," She said the last part quieter than the first, "Second, I don't think I can lose it when I have such a good hold on it." Not, but she said that in her head so no one else could hear it but her.

"Alright then," He took a few paces to the door, "By the way, an agent will come and get you for your shower, and new clothes. You need it." Then he left, leaving her alone again. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she walked over to her food. It was a big dinner like meal. A bowl had spaghetti and meatballs in it, a carton of chocolate milk, like at school, a side salad, and a pop tart. She also got a bag of chips, which she decided to keep for later as a snack.

Her entire dinner, or lunch, was done quickly. She had scarfed done it, finally satisfying her hunger. No one had come in for a while, Korie used the silence for her own good. She had meditated, and tried to calm her anger and control herself more. Sometimes she would sit and work out new ways to fight or to save energy.

She had a fun time finding ways to workout, she had ADHD so she moved quite a lot. The yoga class she took worked wonders on her, she would make up new random yoga poses to do. Between every pose she would do any push up thing she could think of.

Her body got sweaty after a while, and she hoped that lady would come quicker. So to pass the time, she did more yoga.

"You should have your own yoga class," a sweet sounding voice came from where the men usually stand. It had been about an hour of more yoga moves and push ups. "I think the agents here need it."

"Ha, like they would want to take a class from a freak like me," Korie says more happy than usual, she straightens out to see a red haired green eyed woman standing in front of the glass. The lady is a little taller than Korie, but looks sweet like a cupcake.

"I would," she smiles at her with a radiant beam of hope, "Oh, my name's Lilly Lagrone, what's yours?"

"Korie. Don't ask for my last name." She didn't feel like freaking out another person into almost dropping the tank in the same day. Also, Lilly look so nice, she didn't want to mess up her life.

"Well, hello Korie," Lilly looked happy as could be, "I'm the agent in training to take you to the showers. And I've got you a new outfit to wear while we clean that one." She pointed to Korie's sweaty outfit that she's been wearing since she ran away from Curt Damon and the thieves, leaving all her stuff behind.

"Thank you," She said to her as she pushed a code into the control panel and the door slid open. Korie stepped out, reminding herself that this was her first time out of the container. There was a small breeze dancing through the air, telling her that they were still in the air. "Does this thing always fly?" She couldn't keep herself from asking such a childish question.

"No, not always. Sometimes the helicarrier is like a ship and floats on water," She took a breath in between the sentence, Korie could tell that she was excited to be teaching someone something. "But most of the time it flies in the air."

"Oh," Great, the two things she hated were being combined. "Well, how far are the showers from here?"

The showers were apparently on the other side of the helicarrier, so it took them a few minutes to get there. Most of the way there were people who gave her weird looks and others just looked away.

Korie took a long shower, washing all the sweat and dirt away. She washed her hair with a massive amount of conditioner. After the hot shower, she got out to find an completely black outfit folded neatly. The plain black tee shirt was a little big but it worked, they gave her yoga pants that cut off a little lower than the knees. She put her hair up in a messy bun and walked out the door to find Lilly waiting.

"I knew those pants would do you good!" She said when she saw Korie, "Oh and we had your bracelet and necklace checked out." Lilly pulled out Korie's friendship bracelet and the s necklace.

She took in a little breath when she saw them, they were cleaner than they ever were. The s shined in the artificial light, It looked better than ever. She breathed out her thanks and put them on, then Lilly took her back to her cell.