"Stop staring, you look like a bunch of idiots." I grumbled.
Kram looked at me, his eyes glowing excitedly. "Get the director on the phone." he ordered one of the nurses. A couple of the guards escorted me back to my cubicle. I sat down and awaited further instruction. Hours passed. When the door opened again, Kram was accompanied by a black man.
"I'm Director Fury of SHIELD. Dr. Kram here says that you'd be worth the trip down." the man stepped forward.
"I wouldn't know. Haven't really taken this thing for a test run, but I'm pretty sure I could have beaten any of your agents at a foot race yesterday." I shrugged. Fury chuckled, smiling at Kram.
"I like her. That confidence is good, but if you're coming to work in the field it could cause trouble with other agents." Fury motioned for me to walk with him.
"Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance. I know when to shut up." I grumbled. Fury raised an eyebrow. "Usually." I added.
Fury took me to a SHIELD base where they ran extensive trials to test my new strength, speed, endurance, and brain capacity. Thankfully, the latter was still as high, if not higher, as it was before. My physical strengths developed greatly. I could turn a car over if I tried a little. I could run twelve miles per hour on my off days. Fury had the trainers push me harder. That's all I hear now, 'Push yourself harder.' 'Give it your all.' 'You're not doing your best.'.
After a couple of months of doing small jobs, Fury told me I'd be going into chryo. Honestly, what the hell would they want me in chryosleep for? I'd be extremely bored while in a frozen sleep. Idiots. A couple of agents escorted me to the small cell. "See you in twenty, Director." I saluted. I lay back and closed my eyes. They turned on the machine and I felt the cold seep into my bones. Goodbye 60s, hello Ice age.