"Welcome to the world of the living, James."
"What do you want, Fury?" she grumbled, refraining from moving.
"Jes' comin' to check up on you. Yer powers backfired. That girl you fought with relived buried memories. As did you. We told you to back off."
"I don't do that easily."
"What caught you off guard?"
"What are you talking about? I had my attention on her."
"Until someone shouted."
A pair of cold, silver eyes glanced up at the older ban. Her curly, dark red hair was accented with black streaks and pulled up loosely. Allie James was laying in a hospital be, but knew she wasn't actually in a hospital. They didn't hold that kind of respect for her.
Standing next to her bed was Nicholas Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Allie's boss.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I—"
"If you had not averted your attention, she would not have touched you."
"I thought I saw someone. It won't happen again…"
"You're right; it won't. You're 17, as I remind you frequently, and no longer needed until—" She began to protest. "—Until you have complete control, James."
Allie sat up, eyes flashing. "You're not sending me there! I refuse to go!"
"This decision was not mine to make. Go one, pack up."
Fury stared her down until she got up and walked out. "At the 'copter at 1400 hours!" he yelled after her.
A few hours later, Allie sat in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter, a large duffel bag between her and Fury, who was looking through it, making sure she didn't take anything she wasn't supposed to have.
As they landed, Allie felt her stomach flutter. She began to get snippy and it caused Fury to lash out at her harshly, something he didn't do often. The two stepped out, onto Xavier's front lawn to be the whole residency, it seemed.
Allie bit back a smirk, her flashing silver eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. One of the younger kids, about 9 or 10, peered around one of the older teens.
"Are your eyes different?" he asked shyly.
"No, little one…" She took off her sunglasses to show him her eyes when it seemed he didn't believe her.
"Well, well, well. Her royal highness has graced us with her…charming presence."
Allie's eyes snapped to one of the adults. "Well, well, well. The wayward Wolverine has found himself a home."
"You know it wasn't Fury's call to send you here. He fought me on it."
"You?" Allie had dropped her bag and was walking for the taller man (As he is not short at all). "You cannot tame those who do not wish to be tames," she growled dangerously.
"Fix your shirt, James, You have an interview in 5."
A few hours had passes and Allie found herself in a large, metal room. She had heard it referred to as the Danger Room. She sat on her toes as she finished an intense work out. She faintly heard a quarrel in the control, so she dropped her stance and sat on the ground. Once relaxed, she realized she could hear the heated argument more and more. And she didn't like what she heard.
"Wolverine, ya can' work herh ta death."
"I can sure as hell try."
"She's just a girl, Logan. Just a child."
"She's turning 18 on Thursday."
"Tomorrow," Allie automatically corrected.
Logan looked up from his modifications and grinned. "Using natural gifts, now, huh, kid?" he taunted into the mic. "No way you coulda heard us with the mic switched off."
Allie began to retort when Logan cut her off. "Alright, Strike. You can go now. 'Ro will show you to your room."
She left, seemingly happy at pissing Logan off.
A few days had passed and Allie was able to avoid most everyone. In Danger Room Sessions, she went head to head with Cyclops or Wolverine if she didn't like what she was doing. But, otherwise, she was silent and observant.
Today was no different, only everyone was required to take a strategy class; in groups of at least 10.
So, in Allie's "class", there was Rogue, Scot "Cyclops" Summers, Jean Grey, Piotr "Colossus" Rasputin, Pietro "Quicksilver" Maximoff, Kitty "Shadowcat" Pryde, Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner, Allie "Strike" James, Evan "Spyke" Daniels, and a student Allie hadn't had the "pleasure" of meeting. Her luck? The empty seat between her and Rogue.
"Walk a l'il faster, Gumbo." Logan walked in just before a slightly taller man.
"Remy!" Rogue's accent thickened as she jumped up to embrace her…boyfriend?
While everyone voiced how glad they were he was back, Logan called for attention and Allie ignored them.
Remy didn't notice Allie right away. When he did, however, he got a very cocky grin on his lips.
"So, Fury 'cided t' be rid o' y'?"
No answer.
"Remy don' blame 'im. Y' are a back-stabbin' l'il belle—"
"Don't' call me that," Allie warned.
"Ce qui, belle? Bu' petite, I's such a…belle word."
"Have you ever called Rogue "belle", Remy? Does she know why every woman in the guild is offended by it?"
"Oui. Bu' Bella was a long time ago."
"Ah, oui. She was. Ya know she's still planning your murder, right?"
Remy tensed. He turned around and motioned for Logan to start their "class".
Yeah, a little big longer, but I hate it 'cuz I think it's still short pouts
REVIEWS? Merci!
Oui- yes
Belle- beautiful
Petite- little one
Ce qui- what