I bet you guys are loving these daily updates, huh? Just a heads up, I go back to school in a week and won't be able to update as frequently. It'll probably be about twice or three times a week.

Also, this chapter has some pretty strong language and violence, plus bloodiness. If you don't like, don't read, I won't be offended.

Taylor tapped into the energy reserves inside her brain and her blonde-red hair stood straight up as an aura of electricity appeared around her. She marched though the open door of Stark Manor and mapped out in her mind where SHIELD Headquarters was. She was pretty sure it was in Washington D.C., not that far from her current location in New York as the crow flies. She crouched down, staring intently at the hazy blue sky, and then jumped, using the air currents to push herself through the sky.

Going about the same speed as a bullet leaving a gun, she reached D.C. relatively quickly and knew SHIELD's Headquarters on sight. That damn eagle logo. She unconsiously intensified the electricity around herself. Just in case.

She landed by the front door. If she had to kill people, she may as well be polite about it. Unlike her brother, Taylor wasn't quite so uptight about murder. She had always found that funny, since he was much better at it. She pushed the button on the intercom and a crackling voice asked her to state her business. She wasn't sure if it naturally sounded like that, if her electrical powers were tampering with it, or if the agent was just really nervous or had a bad cold. She didn't really care, either.

"Yeah, hi, asshole. My business here is to rescue my brother. Let me in or I'll break in, find you and melt your brain," Taylor stated calmly. Her psyche was also much more delicate than her brother's, and standing outside of the place where she had been- or would be- tortured for years, she was more than happy to make some SHIELD goon shit himself.

She was secretly kind of glad she didn't have to kill him, though. The man had apparently realized the sincerity in her threat and decided he valued his life more than the security of a single door. Taylor smiled and waved at the camera and walked into SHIELD.

It didn't look very different from the SHIELD she knew. The big holographic screens were just regular television screens in this time period, and there was no mention of the Avengers anywhere, but that was probably because they didn't exist yet. She should probably do something about that, or risk never being born. Then she remembered watching Back to the Future with her brother and decided she'd take her chances.

A squadron of agents flowed out of every door and hallway available. They formed a perimeter around her, but didn't close in because of the risk that the lightning dancing around her would kill them. Taylor smiled dangerously.

"Look, I just came for my brother. I'm going to leave with him. The only question is, are we going to do it the easy way or the hard way?"

A man who carried an air of authority about him spoke up. "Miss, we have you completely surrounded. The sensible thing to do would be to surrender."

Taylor laughed. "Wrong answer, bro." A bolt of lightning shot out and struck the man, knocking him to the ground. Taylor couldn't tell if he was dead or just unconsious. A couple other agents took a nervous step backwards.

"Look, this is a really simple choice, you guys. Either you tell me where my brother is and I go get him and everybody lives, or this place and everybody in it is fucked. You all want to die? I'm taking 'no response' as a yes."

One agent, who looked scared shitless, spoke up. "Who's your brother?"

Taylor gave him a dazzling smile. "Thank you! My brother is that boy you captured earlier today, looks like a miniture hulk when he's pissed- seriously, what did you guys do to set him off? I saw it on the news, by the way. You did a fantastic job keeping that quiet."

"I'm afraid we can't return your brother at this time, Miss. There's just too much we can learn from him," another agent answered, placing his hand over the mouth of another who looked like he was about to tell her where to find Tyler. Taylor sighed and shrugged.

"Let the record show I tried to warn you," she said before holding out her hand and spraying shards of lightning into the crowd of agents, clearing a path for herself. She was glad that at this point in time some of their guns shot bolts of electricity, and others were powered by the same. She didn't have to worry about those ones.

She ran ahead, punching an agent with an electrified fist and kicking another one in the chest. She raised the brightness of her ball of electricity so that they couldn't tell exactly where she was and charged into the ring. Taylor felt like she was finally getting revenge for all those years of torture. In the back of her mind, there was a little voice warning her that she should be going to get Tyler now and running before heavier reinforcements came, but she didn't care. She felt amazing.

Fury looked up from the security monitors and frowned at Hill. "Give me good news, Agent. Is there any way for our agents to stop her without giving up the other one?"

Hill shook her head. "Short of lauching a nuke, I'd say that's a hard no, sir. She appears to be fueled by rage, like her brother, but her powers aren't like anything we've ever seen before. She's something new. Sir, is it really worth the lives of all those agents? Why don't we just release the brother?"

Fury bit his lip and glanced at the screen again. The girl's true form wasn't even visible within the glowing energy ball she had generated to shield herself. Smart. That would throw off the agent's aim. As he watched, lightning arced across the room from her shielded form and struck an agent who was trying to flee. "Send a man down to negotiate. Have him wear one of those rubber hazmat suits. Try to avoid releasing the brother if you can."

Taylor had cleared the room and let herself relax a little. One of the agents on the floor moaned and Taylor went to kick him before noticing she was shot in the leg. Huh. Adrenaline does weird things to your brain. It hurt all of a sudden and Taylor groaned in pain, sitting down hard on the body of one of the dead agents. She peeled her pant leg from the injured area and winced at the sight. It looked bad. Nothing too serious, but it was pretty bloody.

She pulled a knife off of the body of a nearby agent and dug into her leg, prying the bullet out. It hurt like hell, but it was over fast. And now it was bleeding more. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Taylor was pretty sure she was losing blood. It made a red waterfall down her leg. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded and didn't like it at all. There was going to be a second wave of SHIELD agents coming to capture or kill her, probably better prepared, and she'd need to be ready. This was going to hurt a lot... a cluster of sparks jumped from Taylor's hand to the hole in her leg, sealing it shut. She yelped with pain and wished she had an ice pack to put on the electical burn.

A single man entered the room. He was clad in rubber. Smart. Taylor looked warily at him. He was probably smiling disarmingly, but the effect was killed by the mask he wore to protect himself from her lightning. "Ma'am-"

"Oh, so I've moved from 'Miss' to 'Ma'am' now, have I? What did that take? Killing an entire room full of your asshole agents who would rather die then give me my brother back? You've kidnapped him!" Taylor snapped.

"Calm down, please. If you don't want me to refer to you by a title, perhaps you would tell me your name?" the negotiator asked carefully.

"My name is Taylor. My twin brother is Tyler. We don't have a last name, because we were made in a lab by people just like you. We were experimented on and tormented for years. Now we've been sent here and I need him back."