That's the basic story of how I ended up in a giant airship in the sky. I innocently looked around, having never seen anything like this before. Their technology was so advanced; I lived in a small town, where everyone knew each other. A place like that was a true wonder. Agent Coulson seemed amused that I had struck such an interest, leading me around and showing me to where I'd be staying. I liked to call it a 'flying metal death trap.'
"I've got to stop at my locker quickly." I followed wordlessly behind him, not really finding anything that I could do besides follow him like a lost puppy. I peered around his shoulder as I heard voices while approaching the corner.
"Captain America…" I suddenly stated in awe, mouth dropping. He was my hero, a man I'd heard about from my mother and my father. He was brave and strong, and now as I saw him standing before me, I knew he was very attractive as well. He had been a hero in World War 2, one that we'd learned about in History and talked about all over. It had been rumored that he had disappeared for a short time, but here was now, standing before me.
We were approaching him quickly; I nervously kept myself hidden behind Coulson. He looked back at me and smiled.
"A fan of him, too?" I nodded silently, standing beside him again while we passed him by. He had glanced up at one point, nodding at Agent Coulson before continuing his conversation. "Good to see I'm not the only one. I was there when he was sleeping, you know."
I quirked an eyebrow at his odd comment.
"I mean, he was frozen and technically sleeping; I went to see him while he was like that, comes with the job." I nodded my head, following behind him as he entered a large room full of lockers. He reached inside, a smile on his face as he brought out a card pack.
"Whoa, vintage!" I took the cards from his hand, looking through them as he led me away. We began to discuss Captain America again as we entered the main control room. There were plenty of people on the computers around, controlling various things that I had no idea about. The idea of all of this was intimidating but it wasn't my job to control those computers. Apparently, it was to be a hero, which I wasn't too sure I'd be able to do.
"You can keep that one if you want." I looked up at him with wide eyes, looking back down at the shield card in my hand. "For good luck. Once in a lifetime deal." I nodded, quietly thanking him as I placed the card down my shirt to put into my room later. Agent Coulson had been so proud of these cards, he hadn't stopped talking about them since we'd retrieved them, yet he had given me one of them. It felt like he was bestowing on me some pity; I was a kid far out of her league in a world full of superheroes, I'd definitely need some good luck.
"Would you like to meet the rest of them? I take it you read the case file on the way here." I nodded. He had given me a file when he had first called on me, introducing me to the other special people of this world.
Bruce Banner, a green rage machine that was not to be messed with.
Thor, the so called almighty God of Thunder. A very well sculpted God; did all Gods look like that or was it just him?
Natasha Romanoff or better known as Black Widow among S.H.I.E.L.D members, an assassin and the only other woman on the team.
Hawkeye, a master archer and also an assassin with a high skill set and a damn good pair of eyes.
And then, the only other one I knew about was Tony Stark, Iron Man, also known as a Grade 'A' asshole. My father had met him once, and had been completely blown off by him due to him not having a nice rack. Or that's how my father had put it. I had a negative opinion of him already, but I would try to ignore my father's words and see if he really was as bad as my father said he was. I had never had any personal experience with him however; I guess I shouldn't judge him until I'd actually met him.
"You've been quiet." Coulson stated, glancing back at me.
"I'm naturally like this." I flushed, looking away from his questioning gaze. "I try not to embarrass myself, so I tend to keep quiet." He smiled and shook his head.
"You're shy, aren't you? You're a good person, though. With the way you take care of your mother; you're probably her hero." I felt my cheeks grow warmer as I looked down towards my feet. No one had ever said anything like that to me; I had never expected thanks from my mother for taking care of her. It was the right thing to do; after all, she took care of me for a long time. I should repay the favor without complaining; it's not like I minded either. I liked to help people, I liked to make people feel better, and it was just natural of me to worry more about others than myself.
"Excuse me; I'm pretty sure we've got a situation on hand. This is no time to be messing around." A man burst into the room from the door on the opposite side, grimace on his face as he stared down at all of the Avengers. I took an immediate dislike towards this man; he was Nick Fury, the one who had called on me in the first place. He was the guy I wanted to talk to now, to figure out why I had been targeted in the first place.
"Excuse me." I walked past Agent Coulson, and successfully gained the attention of all the people in the room. I gulped, pretending they weren't there as I approached Fury. "I'd like to know why I'm here."
Fury looked me up and down for a moment.
"How's your mother doing?" He finally asked after a few seconds; my eyes narrowed.
"Why does it matter to you?"
"We fixed her sickness; I want to see how well she's handling the medicine we gave her."
"You've brought my mother into this!" A new feeling of outrage spread across my being; Nicks hand rested over his weapon as he watched me warily.
"We've already given her the dosage. She stops taking it; she'll be in more pain than before."
"I never approved of you doing that!" I bellowed. My voice was never loud; I was never loud. I was the quiet little mouse in the corner who prayed to go unnoticed, but the amount of rage I felt stopped me from caring.
"She looks much better now; she can walk and do the things she did before she grew sick."
"But if she doesn't get those dosages she's going to be back to the same way she was before." I crossed my arms. If they had watched me like Coulson had said they did, they would know my weakness was her. To see her in pain cause me great pain; I couldn't have her weaned off the drug. I didn't know the side effects or how badly it would hurt her.
"We'll administer the dosages daily, as long as you stay and become part of the Avengers initiative. We need your help."
"You've got plenty of other perfectly fine super freaks over there! Why did I have to get pulled into it? I'm 18 years old; I shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit!"
"You're perfectly capable of saying no. Only your mother's life is at risk."He shrugged his shoulders.
"Only?" I stepped forward, biting down on my lip to keep any other words from spewing out, words that I might regret later. Nick, and the others for that matter, watched me closely now. "You better give that drug or whatever you're using on her as soon as she needs it, she better not feel another MINUTE of pain, or you'll have to deal with me."
I turned on my heel as soon as he nodded; I stormed past the others, getting a pitiful look from the Black Widow. Walking down the long halls was something that still caused me to get lost; it was good for blowing off steam, however. By the time I'd found my room again, I didn't have the energy to be angry. I flopped down onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow and groaning loudly. Of course this would happen to me; he would exploit my weakness and use it against me.
It looks like I'd be in this for the long haul.