Welcome back for chapter two. We're still in my OC's point of view. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs and my idea. Everything else is property of Marvel and those who created it.
Side Note: I will be including a language along with my OC, a language that goes with her home planet of Torvoria. I'll include definitions with words that I've created, so have no fear. If they sound like another word from a foreign language, it's just happenstance. Also, this is dated Pre-Avengers and will most likely have a sequel that will be in the Avengers movie-verse.

From Another World

I was seated back in my chair, only this time Nick Fury was sitting across from me. He cleared his throat and began to speak. "I hear you wish to speak to me." I nodded. "You understand English well enough. Do you speak it?"

"I do."

"Good, then I'll cut right to the chase. Why are you here on Earth?"

"I crashed."

"Why did you fire at my men?"

"They were headed for my ship. I didn't appreciate that." Nick chuckled."I don't suppose you could help me get home."

"You shot at and poisoned my men, which makes you hostile." I scoffed.

"I didn't shoot to kill. I just wanted your men away from my ship. You'll noticed that none of them were hit, that is if you checked them. Besides, that weapon is only set for concussive rounds. They wouldn't have killed anyone."

"Fair enough but what about the gas you released?"

"Just a choking agent. It was only meant to stun your men for a small period of time. Besides, it got you in here and that was my only intention." Nick narrowed his one eye at me, seemingly not convinced of my intentions.

"So you aren't invading our planet?" I shook my head.

"I was on my way home when my ship's systems started to fail. I know to fix them. I'd just need a space to do it in and maybe a material here and there."

"Reasonable enough requests but how do I know you won't kill us when you have what you need?" I leaned forward.

"If I wanted to kill you and steal your resources, I would have done it already." I sat back in my seat and sighed. "However, my kind is not a hostile race without reason."

"What exactly is your race?"

"Torvorian."

"So is that helmet a breathing apparatus or a fashion statement?" I chuckled.

"A mixture of both, I suppose."

"So you can't breathe oxygen?"

"I can but my ship's oxygen systems have been faulty and I wasn't taking any chances."

"That mean you can take your helmet off?"

"Not with my hands in restraints, I can't." Nick shrugged and fixed his jacket.

"Well, I guess we can take those off if you say that you aren't hostile and won't kill us."

"I'd appreciate that. Oh, and could you tell your man behind the glass to stand down? I don't appreciate having a weapon pointed at me after being told that I'm free to go." Nick blinked a few times then made a hand gesture behind his head. He stood up, walked behind my chair and took the restraints off my wrists. I flexed my hands to get the circulation flowing correctly and stood up.

"You'll have to excuse Agent Barton. He's only doing his job."

"I understand."

"Also, he will continue to do his job as your escort. It's a safety precaution. No offense but we can't have you running around unchecked."

"No offense taken."

"Let's go pick up your ship." He waved at his men and we all took a ride back to my ship's crash site. "Where is your ship?" I pressed a few buttons on my wrist tool, lifting the cloak off my ship to reveal it to Fury and his men. "Impressive."

"Not really. This is modest by Torvorian standards. Do you have a place I can work?"

"We do and I know how we can get your ship there, too." We were all riding back to the S.H.I.E.L.D facility with my ship on something called a flatbed truck. The entire ride, I could feel someone staring holes in my suit but I ignored it for the time being. We arrived and I watched the truck back up in the empty hangar where I was to work on my ship. Fury left me with Agent Barton, who looked angry for some reason.

"So you can fix this heap?"

"I've owned this heap all my life. If anyone can fix it, it's me." Agent Barton stepped forward and I watched him tuck his weapon away.

"Do you have a name?"

"I do. I see that you have several, Agent Barton." He furrowed his brow at me.

"Oh yeah? What else do you know about me?"

"Clinton Francis Barton, also known as Clint or Hawkeye. Born in Waverly, Iowa. Lost both of your parents in a car accident. Very unfortunate." I heard Agent Barton move behind me, draw his weapon and point it at the back of my neck.

"How did you know that?"

"Retinal scanner in my helmet. Whatever information anyone has on file about you, I can get access to it. If you wish for me to drop the subject, all you had to do was ask." I atomized my weapon, pointing it at Agent Barton's abdomen.

"You shoot me, I'll shoot you. Your ship will end up a science experiment for S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I die, my comrades will be alerted and wreak havoc on your planet. Either way, we lose." I lowered my weapon as Agent Barton lowered his.

"Well, I'd rather not be responsible for a hostile takeover of Earth."

"Neither would I, Agent Barton."

"You can call me Clint, if you tell me your name."

"My name is Lehesair, which loosely translated in your language in Legion."

"Legion. I like it."

-FIN-

That's it for this one. I hope you all enjoyed it and the next one will be out soon. Reviews are always welcome. : )