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Don't fret, m'sieur, Marius I don't feel any pain a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

A Little Fall of Rain from Les Miserable

Max's POV

The next day, I was carried of to SHIELD for training. Whatever that meant. I'd lived without training, so why did I have to then? Agent Coulson said it was to assess and polish my skills. Which would probably help, since my way of fighting isn't the most graceful.

We arrived at the base, with Coulson right by my side. Even though that didn't completely demolish the looks people gave me. Or, the lack of looks. Some of the people just had faces carved from stone. Geesh, what did they have up their butt? Didn't a young woman randomly come there everyday? Not a very mature one, granted, but a young woman nonetheless.

We seemed to walk for at least fifteen minutes. Maybe they should pass out maps. I would have to talk to Fury about that. Even my mental map turned into a bowl of spaghetti.

Finally, we reached the training room. It was more of like a huge gym. Everything you could imagine that you could work out with would be there, maybe even a little more. I was led to the end of the gym, where the outline of it didn't have anything there, so that you could run. I guessed that that was what I was going to be doing. Another agent - quite a fine one, too - took charge of me. Not in that way, you pervs. Coulson left, probably to do some mysterious agenty things.

The new agent took out a black stop watch. It seemed that everything here was black! I really needed a list of things to talk to Fury about. But, anyway, I lined up at a line. The agent introduce himself as Agent Thomson, (AN - okay, don't blame me for the boring name. I'm not very creative.) and told me that five times around the gym would be a mile, and he was timing me.

At GO, I was sprinting. I didn't use my power, no, that would be unfair and this was a test of endurance. After two laps, my breath was finally becoming ragged. That was better than a fit human, but I still wasn't too happy with myself. At four laps, my legs started to hurt. I really was out of shape, wasn't I? At last, I reached line for a fifth time. Immediately, the Thomson crushed the button.

"Four minutes, forty-four seconds."

I nodded my head, still moderately disappointed with my self.

"That's a new record."

I looked up, my brow furrowed. It wasn't that fast... then again, I wasn't fully human.

"Well, you haven't seen me fly," I said in reply, smirking. Then I realized the gym was empty, as if someone had planned for it to be, knowing that not everyone should know my secret. He raised his eyebrows for a split second, but I saw it.

My wings shot out of the leather suit they had squeezed me in, specially made so that my wings were concealed when they weren't in use. (AN - think Katniss in the leather fire costume, without all of the extra stuff) It was skin tight, but it was easy to move in, so I didn't mind. A belt hung at my hips. At any other time, it would be filled with knives and things, but I hadn't been taught those things yet.

When he saw my wings, his eyes widened, and for once, an expression actually stuck for a while. He clutched the stopwatch, and again, said GO.

I was off in a flash; a cheetah didn't have anything on me. Adrenalin pounded through my entire body, feeding the flame, and I went even faster. I raced around the room, and in twelve seconds(AN - I used a calculator), I was back at the start, my heart racing like a percussion major drumming. I smiled, and said, "Now THAT is a new record."

I stalked off, leaving the agent behind me to pick up his jaw. I smirked like the Cheshire cat. If I wasn't the most skilled, I could at least leave an impression.

I know that wasn't the longest, but I couldn't think of a longer ending that was still good. Personally, I think this is my best written chapter yet. If you didn't notice, I like using metaphors.

Another thing, I would love to have a beta, because I don't think I'm the best writer, obviously. So, PM me if you would like to, it would really help.

Did anyone see Les Miserable? Spoilers alert! I loved it sooooo much, I want a dvd for my birthday, but it won't be out by then:( I think I cried like 5 times, and I never cry. My friends say that I'm heartless! I practically sobbed when Eponine died, but I adore her ending song. Then again, I sobbed when Javert died, when Enjolras died, and when Gavroche died. Just needed to say that.

I'll post again next Wednesday, as usual.

Katie