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Her small apartment, discovered through Chris's phone contacts, was nice and homey. It's windows were covered with light cloth, letting the light in, but keeping peeping eyes out. The walls weren't painted, but covered in posters, pictures, and book shelves. App was just taking her mug of hot milk for hot chocolate when the doorbell rang. Stirring in the chocolate mix on the way to the door she cracked open the door and popped her head out. "Yes?" She queried. A man dressed in a crisp black and white suit stood on her doorstep.
"Chris!" He chimed "Lovely to see you again!"
"Uhhhhh," she replied stupidly "hello again." Opening the door she stepped aside and the man in the suit took the incentive to come inside.
"Place hasn't changed much." He said, sitting down on the couch like he owned it. She gaped at him. He stared back. "Something wrong?"
"No, no. Just… never-mind." She stumbled over her reply.
"So. How is your," he searched for the proper word, "condition lately?"
Suddenly she was super aware of the other girl trapped in the back of her mind. She was chanting and trying to break out. Then, with a sudden burst of effort, she burst out of her cage chanting "Phil. Phil. Murder, Phil." App rushed to stop Chris, but she'd built up energy while she was caged and was quickly overthrown App. App was mentally tossed aside and Chris took control of their body. App felt her eyes opening, but not at her command.
"Phil. Phil. Murder. Phil." She chanted, rising slowly and starting towards the startled Agent. Her wide unblinking eyes bored into Phil's, seeming to pierce his soul and rip through his deepest darkest secrets. He reached for his gun, hidden beneath his suit coat.
Then suddenly App lurched forward and grabbed control again. Chris was sent flying back into her cage and it was firmly locked with all the mental protection that App could conjure. Coming back into reality she stumbled back and crumpled into her chair. Phil seemed to relax, but App could still see his tensed muscles, ready to move at any second.
Looking down at her now lukewarm hot chocolate resting on the coffee table where she'd set it when they'd sat down, "Would you like some hot chocolate? It's a long story" She queried, still panting slightly.
"Yes please." She rose and entered the kitchen, heating up milk and getting the supplies ready. Sitting back down she handed Phil a steaming mug.
"So?" Phil asked, sipping the brown liquid.
"Umm, I'm not Chris, my name is App." At Phil's confused expression she spilled out her whole story, the fight, the fall, and her friend. When she'd finished both mugs were stone cold and Phil was dumbfounded for the second time that day. It was turning out to be a highly unusual one.
Reaching up to his earpiece he said, "Someone get me the Director," then continued to stare at App, still processing her story.
"So you," Phil started before the apartment door slammed open and a tall African-American man stood before them, glaring at the two occupants of the room with his one eye.
"Would someone like to explain what's going on here?"
After the Director sat down in the last remaining chair, and declined any refreshments, did they start explaining. Phil did a surprisingly good recap of her story in a quarter of the time that she had. After the story the Director's only question was, "is this her Colson?"
"Yes sir." Phil replied before both secret agents turned to her and scrutinized them with their three eyes.
"I am Director Nick Fury of S.H.E.I.L.D" the African-American started, "and I have some news for you."You are unlike the rest of the girls at Evil Computers, you were made from different DNA. You are an alien App."
App blinked.
Fury deadpanned.
Phil looked slightly sorry for her.
Coulson explained the rest on the ride to their base. She didn't enjoy being jostled out of her apartment after shoving together a few clothes, and being rushed into large SUVs with tinted windows. They drove for ten minutes then boarded a plane, heading off into the Atlantic ocean. It took them approximately twenty two minutes and forty two seconds to reach S.H.E.I.L.D's base. As App stepped onto the enormous helicarrier she looked around in shock. The deck was bustling with activity, planes coming and going, mechanics fixing planes, agents rushing around from place to place. She was escorted into the craft and told to wait in a small apartment like area.
She was there for two days six hours and twenty-seven seconds. No, twenty eight seconds. She flopped down onto the rock like bed, and stared at the ceiling. If this was what being out in the real world was like, then she didn't like it. The door slid open and she bolted up. A muscular man stood in the doorway, his blonde hair smoothed over in a 40's hairstyle. App gasped, it was Captain America.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to do better next time. Also apologies for the wait, I've been super busy with another story I'm writing and put this one on the back-burner for a while. Remember if you review you'll be richer than Tony Stark!