"What are you doing here?" I asked this so called Nick Fury. He was a tall dark skinned man, with scars creeping out under his eye patch. I wondered what happened to him, but ultimately decided that was neither important nor appropriate to ask. "I would ask you the same question ." Wait...
"How do you know who I am?" It was a demand more than a question. I drew my full height and refused to show fear. He didn't seem like a threat but I wasn't about to put my guard down either. "Tomas Roccer isn't the only one being traced. We tried going to the Lockdale Orphanage but they said you left without speaking to anyone about seven months ago."
"Yeah, so? Wait, we? And how did you know which orphanage I was at?" I was confused. How long have they been looking for me, and how'd he know I'd be here? When is he going to stop staring at me and actually answer me? I was getting frustrated. The door flew open with a burst of wind. Fury looked behind me, not surprised. "Little upset, I see. I'm a special agent from S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Shield?" It sounded familiar, I knew it was some sort of government or C.S.I thing.
"It stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, S.H.I.E.L.D." The name seemed too long to remember. "We are a law-enforcement agency that deals with superhuman threats. We are recruiting young super humans, like yourself, to join us. We will teach you how to control your powers, we will have a place for you to stay." I'm not convinced. "We recruited your older brother, Drake Farrow." Okay, now I'm convinced. "I'll explain everything when we get to S.H.I.E.L.D. We have to leave now, that sleeping doze I gave to Roccer is temporary." I looked back at Roccer, lying unconscious on the floor. The jerk can wait. "Don't worry; he won't remember you or that you were following him." I nodded and followed him out the door. I could tell Fury wasn't lying, it's one of my powers. Reading the minds of others, with just one glance I could tell when people are lying. The last time I saw my older brother Drake was when I was 6 years old. He was the oldest out of the 5 of us. I couldn't wait to see him, it's been so long. Too long.
Was this all too good to be true? I knew Fury wasn't lying, ...but I somehow doubted it. Things didn't come this easy for me. As we stepped outside, Fury took out a pair of car keys and pressed a button. As soon as he clicked on it, a burst of air came down, throwing my brown hair wildly. When I looked up I saw this silver flying car, and the tires were turned, which seemed to be where the air was coming from. It looked as if it was from some random sci-fi movie. You know, the type with a huge SFX budget. The car slowly came down next to us, landing gently. The car doors were sliding up. Fury stepped into the driver's seat and looked up at me.
"Well, are you going to get in?" I nodded and walked around the car, climbing into the passenger's seat. I put my seat belt on. "You might want to hold on to something." Fury said as he was checking his mirrors. I held on to the chair beneath me. The car lifted itself, rising into the air once more. Then, we were off.