Korie's Story Chapter 5, an avengers fanfic

Third Person

"I'm sorry, but she's gone," The old man told a small blonde girl. Her big blue eyes filled with tears, the ones that never came when they needed to. The man had green eyes, filled with the same sadness as the girls. "You'll come live with me."

The girl yanked away from him when he tried to touch her arm. He backed off a little, she looked frightened as ever. The old man stood from kneeling next to her and sighed. "Korie, you know she won't come back," he tried again and again to tell the child that she had to come, but he never got a response. "Come on, you can't stay here."

"But I can't leave here," her voice was shaken, "I'll hurt you."

"Korie, you can't hurt me," he looked at the girl, she was so small, so weak. She could probably pass as an eight year old. But she was one of the smartest girls in her class, she got moved up a grade too.

"Yes I can," She was shaking from fear, "I felt it happen." It was true, she had felt it when her mother became close to death, and she felt her life flicker, and die. It felt cold and hopeless, like nothing in the world would feel good again.

"Korie stop this nonsense and come with me," He had grabbed her arm and was pulling her off the floor, "It'll be okay."

The girl screamed and flailed helplessly around in his arms. But he was too strong and he dragged her off to a car waiting outside of the house. Her two siblings waited for them to get in, they both had to pin her down to get her buckled in to go.

The girl stared out the car window at the small house that was getting even smaller in the distance. She barely heard her brother say that he was sorry, all that she wanted was to sit in that car and cry into her older sister's arms. Nothing could ever be worse.

Korie woke with a start, her face was wet with tears. The dream had seemed so real, like she was back in time. It was the night her mother had been murdered, her grandfather had to carry her out of the house because she wouldn't move.

She had felt like it was all her fault. Her senses had caught something that told her that her mother was dying. She had even felt the life disappear, but even though her grandparents told her she had nothing to do with it, she felt like it had way larger meaning than just a typical serial killer felt like doing it for the thrill of it. It felt directed at her.

The cell felt smaller than before, and colder. She wondered if they had changed the temperature of the helicarrier. Her feet were cold against the plain floor, she had taken off her shoes for more comfort while sleeping. Or maybe there was some evil spirit that had it out for her, and they just made everything colder.

It made Korie want to light a little flame on her finger, but that would probably make an alarm go off and she would be launched to the sea. Or maybe it would set off the sprinkler system, not like that would do anything. Her fire could burn even when someone throws a bucket of water on it. Which, sounds super weird, come see Korie's magical fire that can burn through water, then dump a huge thing of water on her head.

Not many people came in anymore, which was a relief. It had been a few days, new agents would randomly come in and ask questions. She had found an easy way to annoy most of them, when they ask a question, she would ask one back. They would leave after they fail to get answers.

There were a few agents that she trusted, though not much. She had a respect earned trust to Nick Fury and she also really liked the innocence of Lilly. The others were in a bubble of ether 'don't know' or 'don't care'. Some of them were in the I don't know what I feel about you place.

Clint Barton was in that place, he had visited her twice since he had brought her food. Both times he was a different person, in personality. He had apologised for being a pain in butt and for being rude. That side was weird to see, but Korie could see some fear in his eyes. The other time he had brought her a music player and asked her about her experiences, earning a long back to back question fight. He had seemed board that time, and he had looked everywhere but her eyes.

Her eyes fell on the lever to open the hatch under her. It had only been used twice, once when Nick Fury had been demonstrating how her cell worked, the other when she 'blew up'. Korie only really screamed when she was in true pain, emotionally or physically. She tried her best to never let someone her her screams, she didn't want to be thought of as weak.

She thought of the song her mother used to sing to her when she had nightmares. It was along song about a wandering child and someone calling them home. Korie was told by many that her singing voice was amazing, but it is hard for her to bring herself to sing. Mostly the only song she knew by heart was the lullaby, that her mother called Wanderer's Lullaby. But despite the fact that she hated to sing, she started the lullaby.

Wandering child of the earth
Do you know just how much you're worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more

Her mother had sang it the same way. But before she could stop she was going.

There are those who'll tell you you're wrong
They will try to to silence your song
But right here is where you belong
So don't search anymore

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You'll look back and you'll realize one day

Tears streamed quietly down her face. She didn't care this was her mother's song and she would keep it alive.

In your eyes there is doubt
As you try to figure it out
But that's not what life is about
So have faith there's a way

Though the world may try to define you
It can't take the light that's inside you
So don't you dare try to hide
Let your fears fade away

The anger and hate that Korie had stored was washed into the lyrics. They cleaned her feelings and left an opening for the light of happiness to seep in.

Her face was left wet with tears, of happiness or sadness, she didn't know. All she knew was that singing felt great, that it would be something to help her. Korie felt energized, like she could run across the whole US and not stop. It was better than coffee.

That's it!, she thought to herself, the music gives her a boost of energy. She had been trying to find a way to keep herself going in battle, and nothing seemed to fit. But when she sang, it felt like she could take on the world. So if Korie ever needed strength she could sing.

She pushed herself off the ground and started pacing. If she sang in battle, would she become more powerful or just have more energy? Would it all disappear at the end of the fight or would it stay? Does it have any other effects? Does it work with other songs?

All those questions were making her brain hurt. But why did it do that? She had no idea, yep how amazing. Korie shifted her body into yet another yoga pose, it helped her think.

Her mind started to drift toward new topics, she decided that she was going to only trust Lily a little bit, not a ton. Fury? Yeah she wasn't going to be as puppy like to him eather, it made her feel weak. Now with singing being her backup for emergencies only made her feel even more like a Disney Princess.

Next pose.

She was sleeping a lot lately, well it was kind of the only thing to do in a prison. They hardly let her out, there were only bathroom brakes three times a day and food three times as well. Food was her only way of telling time, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The food in general was okay, if you like cereal and OJ every morning.

Next Pose.

Korie hoped to keep in shape, not becoming lazy in case of any casualties. When they were going to let her go, she had no clue. Maybe if she starts to answer their questions then they'll let her leave. Probably not, she thought, she was to OP.

Her arms fell out under her, she was to overpowered their trying to keep her away from people for civilians safety. She was a monster, her hands had supposed blood on them. She quickly pushed the thought away, no blood. Fury must have told everyone that she was the crazed Shine that needed to be kept in a cell that would probably kill her.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG!" whoops that wasn't supposed to be out loud. Welp too late now, she was just a kid at heart. Her hands went to her necklace that used to be her moms, the S was a little engraved swivel in a silver circle. It was her name, Sarah Stephanie Shine. Sarah was the best mom for Korie to have, for those short three years. Oh how she missed her mom.

Korie flipped herself over, 'what a pathetic girl' she thought. Her mother would've said that she should never give up, find a solution, the best way out.

The best way out. That's it! She has to find a way out, the best way out. Oh mom, what would I do without you, she thought. Now all she needed was a plan, an amazing plan. What's the best way to get a plan? Sleep.

She put her arm under her head and curled herself into a ball. Then she let herself drift into a deep sleep.

"Baby," A woman with beautiful brown hair told a little girl with amazing blue eyes, "If you have no way out what should you do?"

"Have faith and trust your instincts!" The little girl said excitedly.

"And?" The woman asked.

"If you need help don't be afraid to ask!" The girl replied.

"Good," The brunette said to the girl, and kissed her head. "Now let's get you to your new school." She stood with the girl and took her hand and they headed out the door.

The dream switched.

Wind whipped the girl's face, her blonde hair flying everywhere. She was on a tall building, there were other people with her all fighting other people. A man in a spangled outfit yelled to her asking her to help him, but she couldn't person he was battling pushed him to the edge of the terrace they were on.

He looked at her with fear and the man he fought pushed him off and he fell. To the ground, she could hear him screaming her name. Then his life ended, she felt it slip, all of her felt crushed. That man felt important to her and she just watched him die.

The dream switched again.

"Hey Tiny." a group of boys surrounded her in an empty hallway. "Whatcha doing alone?"

"Going to the bathroom," She replied simply not sounding frightened at all. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing what a puny little girl that's too smart for her age is doing," the middle one probably the most buff one out of them all said. He was too cocky for anyone to bear she thought.

"Well that girl needs to go to the bathroom so, move," She told him getting in his face, showing no fear. 'Don't get in trouble.' her mother's voice scolded her in her head. The blonde's eye immediately welled up with tears at the thought. Her mother had died a few weeks earlier.

"Aw. Is the little girl going to cry, go ahead, cry." He teased her.

"Move," she said forcefully, but they wouldn't budge. They got in the way whenever she tried to get past, "I'm serious."

"Look she's upset," one of the boys sneered. 'Find help if you need to, a trusted adult is the key one,' Another quote from her mom popped into her mind. More tears came to her eyes.

"MOVE!" She yelled at them, maybe getting the attention of a teacher. But no such luck, no adult of teacher came out to save her. The girl pushed harder on the boys to try to get out. The tears started to fall down her face, and the boys didn't stop teasing her.

Then they seemed to get tired of just making her feel bad emotionally, so they went to physically. They hit her arms and made her cry more but not a peep came out of her. The big one that was like the leader punched her in the nose and she felt something trickle down her face.

She resisted the urge to whip it from her face, the boy just came for more and punched her again in the eye. Probably giving her a black eye.

"Come on guys," The leader said, "Let's go before someone finds us." And they left leaving the blonde girl on the ground weeping. No one came out for a while, the blood wouldn't stop.

Then a door opened, and out came her cousin Callie who called out her name, "Phobi?" She came out farther to find her weeping on the floor with a black eye and a bloody nose. "Oh. My. Gosh. Are you o-"

The dream stopped.