We arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was the typical secret agency hideout you'd expect. The walls were a plain, uniform gray, every noise sent echoes ghosting through the hallways, and there was technology you would have never seen before. Totally an Area 51, but in New York.
Fury left me in a small room with a silver table and a chair on both sides. There was a large mirror on the wall but I knew for sure that they can see me but I can't see them. I sat in one of the chairs staring at the mirror. Were they going to interrogate me? What would I know that they would want to know? My thinking stopped when someone entered the room. It was a tall woman with brown hair, she looks like she means business. She walked over to the chair on the side. She was carrying a file full of papers in her hand, and a pen. So they were going to ask questions.
She looked up from the file, looking at me. "I'm Agent Maria Hill. I'm going to be asking you a few questions." She sat in the other chair not taking her eyes off of me. "Name?"
"Maya Farrow." I wasn't going to lie, I needed to see my brother, so I wanted get this over with. "What are your powers, Ms. Farrow?"
"The ability to control the four elements and telepathy." I responded.
She looked confused. "Two powers?" I nodded. "How is that?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not sure." I wasn't lying. I've heard that heroes are capable of only one power. I didn't know why I could do two types of things that were entirely unrelated to one another.
She just stared at me. "Are those all the questions?" I asked with a little smirk.
She sat back and crossed her arms. "Why were you after Tomas Roccer?"
My smirk went away. "I was looking for somebody and I heard he was the last person to see them."
"Looking for who?"
"Why do I have to answer this questions, Fury said I was going to be treated right here. Not be treated like a prisoner." She stared at me with a cold look, what's her problem?
The door opened once again. I looked back and saw a young man. "Maria, they need you down in the lobby." He said. He was muscular and had the most crystalline blue eyes. He looked over at me and smiled.
"Alright." She responded. Then she leaned in closer to me. "We're not done here." I rolled my eyes. She wasn't my favorite person, needless to say.
I gave her a saccharine smile. "Can't wait."
She left the room without saying another word. The blue-eyed man stayed. He sat in the chair that Maria was in.
"Hi." He said with a dazzling smile.
I couldn't help but smile back. "Hi."
"What'cha in for?"
"I don't even know."
"They can get a little rough here, especially Maria, and that attitude you have doesn't make it better." He wasn't warning me. He was just being friendly, I guess.
"Who said I was trying to make it better?" I leaned back in the chair.
"You got a name?"
I nodded "Maya. Maya Farrow."
He looked at me in puzzlement. "Are you related to Drake Farrow?"
I nodded in barely-contained excitement. "Yes, have you seen him?!" He nodded "Yea he's in the hero training program." He lifted his arm and scratched the back of his neck. Right there I realized how big his muscles really were. This guy looks like he works out daily. "Hero training program?"
"Yea, it's for people who want to be heroes but just need a little training." Is that why they brought me here?
"Oh," was all I could reply. He started to smile, he had a great smile. It was contagious.
"Well, Maria will come back and realize I was lying and I don't want to be in this room when she does." He was lying about the whole lobby thing? "Why'd you lie?"
"Just to see who you were." I looked down and smiled. Without realizing, I started tapping into his thoughts.
She has the most beautiful eyes. Okay, now I was blushing. He started walking toward the door.
"Wait! What's your name?" I called out after him, not wanting him to leave.
"Steve Rogers, ma'am." He held out his hand in a warm gesture. I took his welcoming introduction and shook his hand. He had a firm grip but at the same time he was gentle. When he left the room I couldn't stop thinking about what he said in the false privacy of his mind. She has the most beautiful eyes. It kept echoing in my head like the hallways of the base, not helping my blush in the least.