Authors Note: Hello! I'm sorry this took awhile, but I haven't been able to write lately because of school. So If you want me to write faster please review. It really helps when I know that someone actually likes the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so here's some backstory before you think I'm a total maniac.

After my mom died, my grandparents took me and my siblings in. The police did a full investigation of my moms death and told my grandparents. I wasn't in the room, but when I had asked them what the police said, they told me I was too young, and they would tell me when I was older.

I accepted that, I knew that I was young, and as much as I wanted to know, I was scared. So I was thankful that they didn't tell me.

Then they were murdered.

It had been a month since mom's death. And I was asleep. That's when I had felt the sensation of death. The flicker, the drain, the cold. I stayed in bed again, too afraid of what was happening. And I forced myself to sleep, telling myself repeatedly 'it's just a dream'.

It wasn't. My siblings had found them in the morning. Dead, with an X branded into their skin. They called the police and we were taken in by Callie's parents.

Callie's family was much bigger than mine. She had many siblings. So my sister and I got to share a room with the girls. And this stay had gone better than the last. Everything was fine. I hadn't felt the sensation in a long time. It was four months, before the X branders struck again. This time, when I felt the sensation, I went to investigate.

Worst idea ever.

I got to my Aunt and Uncle's room right after I felt both of their lives disappeare. I walked in and found the bodies. Of course I stupidly went over and touched them. And got blood on my hands.

Right as the eldest girl peaked in, and saw me, hunched red handed over her parents dead bodies. She screamed and called the police. Yelling at me, screaming obscenities. And telling me how horrible I was.

I was so scared, it was a blur. All I really remember of that night was me escaping out the window before the police came. And running as fast as I could. Using rocks to push me faster. Never looking back.

Looking back now, I saw that running was probably the worst thing I could do. It just set into stone that I was the murderer.

After that I lived on the streets. Eating things I found and animals I killed. At first I stayed near family. But they just seemed to get murdered, and with evidence of it being me.

So I tried to stay away from them, but every so often. You'd see on the news. "Korie Shine, child killer strikes again!" And they'd show the picture of me, near the site of the murder, and a picture of my relative.

I decided to bury myself in crime. To fall into the shadows of the general criminals. It kept me away from good people. And when the people died, it wasn't someone I cared about. They were bad, and selfish. I just made it look like I cared so the bad would target someone else.

I had especially stayed clear away from Callie.

I hoped that I would never see her again. Just for her own safety. And for my poor mind.

And now I was sitting in a crowded restaurant, with my spy 'friends', laughing our asses off. When she appears out of nowhere.

I was freaking out.

At first I didn't want Clint and 'Natalie' to know. But I felt myself breaking down. So I focused on not letting the other people know that I was panicking.

"Korie?" Clint looked at me with concern. Then he unfocused for a moment. Then looked back at me.

I couldn't speak. I felt like if I did I would brush out I tears. The talking around our table became gibberish. I could hardly understand anyone.

"Hey," 'Natalie' grabbed my arm. "Are you okay?"

I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell her no. But I forced myself to nod. I tried so hard to smile. Tried to make it look better. But it felt so hard to move my face. Tears pushed their way into my eyes.

"Korie?" Clint asked again, firmer than before. My breathing became difficult. I could feel my body decide to shut down.

Clint looked at 'Natalie' and nodded. She nodded back.

"I think it's time to go outside." 'Natalie' said sliding out of her booth. She hoisted me out of my seat and steadied me with her arm.

My legs were heavy. But I tried as hard as I could to walk. Also unsuccessfully pushing away the dread. We past Jessica the hostess. She smiled at us, and 'Natalie' smiled back. "Long day" she muttered to her.

Finally we made it outside. Freash air filled my lungs. The panic slightly lifted. I quickly walked over to a more sucluded place on the side walk. And fell onto the ground. Clutching my knees close to me. I let the tears fall. Allowing the floodgates to open. I felt the reassuring hand of 'Natalie' on my back. She sat next to me.

"Whenever you're ready. Tell me what's wrong."

I moved my head in a yes way. And continued to cry. It took me a good few minutes to stop. When I did I looked up at 'Natalie'

"I saw my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes," I told her. "She's in danger."

"I danger?" 'Natalie' asked.

"Yeah."

"What kind of danger." She sounded kind, but serious.

"She-" my voice cracked. "She'll be hunted. And killed for being close to me. You'll see it on the news. There will be an X on her body too."

"What?" Every bit of the kind sounding voice was gone. Replaced by a dangerously serious one. "Why?"

"I-I don't know!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! It's happened before! It-It always does!" I squeaked.

"Alright." She glared and put her hand to her ear. "I think we need to call it."

"Wha-" I started to ask. But she cut me off.

"I'm sorry Korie," she said, "the tests are over, and we will evaluate them and decide what to do with you soon. Now you must go back to the hellicarrier. And wait."

"But-"

"Don't worry," she told me. "I think you did pretty good."

Then, like magic, Shield agents grabbed my arms. And a car pulled up. They instructed me to get in. And I obeyed.

They took me to a helicopter. And cuffed me in the back. I closed my eyes and shut out the thought of flying. Then fell asleep.

I don't remember what else happened, seen as though I was passed out. But I was back in my cell the next morning. My food tray next to me. WIth hashbrowns and toast. I quickly ate it, and stretched out. Thinking about the night before mad my head hurt. And the panic started to come back. So I decided to get back into my flow.

I shoved the tray over to the slot. And pushed myself up into a yoga pose. Feeling better already.

Letting my thoughts go, I shifted through a routine that I had made. Yoga pose, to yoga pose. I moved throughout the cell. Imagining it was a patio out in a forest. Green trees surrounding me. The smell of nature wafting across my nose. A small breeze lightly moving my sleeves. It felt peaceful.

I kept the image up. Adding birds. And a deer hopping through my cclearing. I watched the animals as I went through the poses. Finally I was done.

Forcing myself to stay in the forest, I layed down. Imagining a soft moss bed, i closed my eyes. And fell asleep.

"Oh my god!" A man in a lab coat exclaimed, "this dude's alive!" I Stood next to the man. He was looking at something on a table. I made the mistake of looking down.

There was a man covered in ice. In a blue suit, with a star on it. I gasped, this was Captain freaking America!

The war hero in WWII. In ice. Alive. Oh my god.

This dude made history! He saved so many people! And then he died saving more people! He was alive!

I wanted to scream, that was so great. America would be protected if there was another world war!

Then I realized. It was a dream.

I woke with a start. Flinging myself off the ground. My breathing fast.

"I don't understand how you do that." A sarcastic voice said from behind me. I whirled around. It was Clint.

"Do what?"

"Fall asleep on command." He told me, bringing a chair over to the front of the cell, and sitting down.

"Oh," I sat back down, "I dunno."

"Well," He shifted in his chair. "You sure can spend awhile in your head."

"Wait." I stopped him, "How long was I asleep?"

"Five hours."

"It didn't seem like that!"

"Never does." He smiled. And pulled out a file folder thingy. "You are going to want to read this." He opened the tray hatch and slid it in.

"What is it?"

"It's your test decision."

"This quick?" I asked, astonished.

"Do you want me to take it back?" He leaned back down to the hatch.

"No!" I snatched it away. "I want it." I opened it. And right there in front was my face. Flipping though it I saw it was only a few pages. Reading though the first bit, I got happier and happier.

It said 'Korie, level 5 prisoner. Barton test results: Passed.' I squealed.

"Read more." Clint told me.

'Will be put on probation, but moved out of the helicarrier, to an apartment. And will train with an agent to use her abilities better. And to become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.'

"Really?" I asked Clint, not quite believing my eyes. He smiled at me.

"Really."

"Dude!" I jumped up and danced around my cell. "That's amazing!"

"You did so well to show Shield the good in you, that they decided to let you go." He told me. I could hardly contain myself, I gave Clint the biggest grin.

"When do I leave?"

"Right now." He said, and got up, and went to the control panel. He pressed the release button. The door slowly slide open.

"No way!"

"Come one, Korie." Clint smiled, "Let's get you to your new apartment."

I probably danced the whole way, I was so happy. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was prepared for Clint to turn around and yell 'Surprise! It was another test!' then bring me back to my cell. But he didn't. He brought me onto the deck of the hellicarrier, and up to a helicopter. Where I closed my eyes the whole way to NYC. When we got there Clint dragged me out. He got us down to a car, that brought us to a big apartment building.

"This is where I get to live?"

"Yep!"

"AWESOME!" Clint took me up the elevator, it didn't last very long though, we went up to only the second floor. We walked through the halls to an apartment in the far corner of the building.

"Here it is!" Clint announced, pulling out keys. Opening the doors, he smiled, "we tried to make it as comfortable as possible."

Inside was the best I could have ever hoped for, an open space, a pretty kitchen, a cute couch with a small Tv, a dining table for four. It was amazing.

"That's not even the best part!" Clint told me and pulled me over to a small hallway, and opened the first door. There was a small half bathroom, "that's one of your bathrooms, but this," he pulled me over to the next door, "is your room!"

He opened the door, and pushed me inside. The room was probably the most amazing thing I had seen all day.

It had gray walls with one gold accent wall. The bed was huge, and next to it was a table with a CD player. With a CD holder next to it, holding all of the Twenty One Pilot albums. I turned to see another door, opening it I saw a walk in closet, filled with clothes. I gasped, "how did you—?"

"We found the sizes on your clothes and got one of our interns to go shopping." He told me, "she certainly had fun."

"Wow!"

"And I guessed that TØP was your favorite artist," he guestred to the album rack.

"They are!" I had the urge to hug him. But restrained myself. He showed me the rest of the apartment. It had three bathrooms, another bedroom, for a future roommate, and a small office, that they had changed into a small workout room. It was amazing! I spotted cameras in every room, I smiled, Shield did completely trust me, but I was going to show them how trustworthy I could be.

Clint left me at my apartment when he got a call from Shield. He gave me a paper that told me my schedule, workouts, training, and a lot of free time.

So much free time.

I decided to turn on music (TØP Vessel) and lay on my bed. It was incredibly comfortable. Like I was laying on clouds.

I thought back to my dream. Captain America, found in the ice. Maybe they actually found him. Or maybe it was my brain telling me to become the next one.

But I could never become the next Captain America. He was loved by the people, I wasn't. He was also a war hero, and there was no war coming. I couldn't be the next him. And no one had found him. So what was the dream about?

Honestly I was so happy about the apartment, all I wanted was to stay there. So I did, and the next few weeks was basically that. I stayed in the apartment, trying on my clothes, teaching myself how to cook with the fully stocked kitchen, playing games with myself, and sleeping.

People might say that's boring, but I just wanted to be alone with myself, actually having fun, being the kid I never got to be.

Everyday I got out of the house once. I would walk down to a gym where I would meet Clint or 'Natalie', who I found out was named Natasha, or whoever was training me that day. They told me that to become an agent, I had to learn how to fight without my powers.

I had gotten good at fighting with my abilities, with the running away and hiding, and using them for survival, that it felt weird training without them. They told me that once I got good at fighting without them, I could incorporate my abilities back in. But for now, they didn't want me using them.

I understood why, it was because if I was to go on a mission, they didn't want the people I was going up against to pin me as a amplified threat. I could be a threat with my skills, like Nat, but not with my abilities. For all Shield and I know, people would start trying to recreate my abilities, like they did with Captain America. And that could turn out with another Hulk situation.

So Nat and Clint taught me the basics. Hand to hand combat, guns, Clint even showed me bow and arrow. Which I sucked at. I got a bruise on my arm from the string grazing it every time. Not fun.

Shield also got me therapy. They told me that they wanted to help control my fears. And when I can calm myself, it will be easier to control my abilities. So I met with my therapist, Amanda Smith, once a week.

I hoped that I could get a roommate to fill the empty room in my apartment. It could get lonely sometimes. Eating my meals alone, playing games alone, watching TV alone, doing basically everything alone in my apartment. But I knew that Shield wouldn't get me one until I showed how trustworthy and controlled I was. So I sat alone.

Then I got a visit from Agent Coulson.

I was chilling in my pajamas, playing Mario Cart, when I heard a knock at my door. I paused my game and got it. And standing there was Phil Coulson, in a suit.

"Uh," I said, noticing our very different clothing styles, "hi."

"Hello Korie." He said, "May I come in?"

"Yes, of course!" I moved out of the way as he walked inside. He put a file on my counter. "What's this?"

"It's your first mission."

I gasped, "What? I'm not fully trained!"

"It's not that kind of mission." He assured me. "I assume you know Captain America?"

I thought back to my dream, "Yes."

"Shield has found him in the ice." Coulson told me, I held back my gasp. My dream was true. "He has woken up from a coma and is very disoriented. We need a place where he can stay, and a person who can help him."

"You want me to help him?" I asked in disbelief.

"You have the perfect living quarters, and the perfect personality." He told me, I blushed.

"I wouldn't say I'm perfect."

"Well," He said, shifting the papers, "you have been though a lot, and you care a lot about people, you are also young. And the bad things about you," he smiled at me, "he won't know about."

"Okay," I grabbed the file, "when will he come over?"

"In two days." He said, "we have to get him to be okay first."

"Yeah."

"Don't worry," he put his hand on my shoulder, "you'll do great."

"Alright," I shifted through the files. "Are you sure about this?"

"We are completely sure."

"Okay," I looked him in the eye, "I accept this mission."