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"This isn't going work if you keep lying to me," I stated, a spark of annoying creeping through me as Director Fury smiled almost happily at me from across the table. Much to Clint's annoyance I had gladly followed Fury, without a doubt, and I don't think either of them realize how much I want answers. How much I need answers. I bang my hand on the table, getting a very good sense of achievement when the big man in front of me jumps a mile high in his seat.

"I don't think you are in the position to be making idle threats, Eleanor Lucas. I am in power here, and everything I say goes." He retorts, pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to the window.

"You might want to reinforce those rules with your Agent Barton. He seemed quite sure about breaking your word. Maybe that's a good thing," I smirked, watching Director Fury take a second to compose himself before turning around to face me.

"You are here because of your father."

"Everyone keeps telling me that. Care to tell me what he has supposedly done?" I retorted, hoping for a proper answer this time.

"Besides the fact that he experimented on his own innocent daughter? He also betrayed my agency, sending 40 of our best agents to their deaths!"

Half an hour later and my head was still spinning. The minute Fury accused my father of sending 40 agents to their death I was done. I didn't want to even address what he said about my father experimenting on his daughter. Fury had to be lying. But deep down, I knew he wasn't. I had always known I was different. I was stronger than other kids my age, and not just the girls but the boys too. Heck, I used to be able to beat my dad with my hands tied behind my back! I was smart, probably too smart, and I usually got my way. But I had never thought anything of it until now.

"You okay, ma'am?" A voice from the doorway asked, in an old fashioned tone of voice. I didn't bother looking up as to see who it was before I let myself break down, letting the sobs rock my body. Within seconds I felt strong arms wrap around me and I gladly welcomed their warmth, leaning into the muscular body that had enveloped me.

"Shh, it's alright." A soothing voice whispered softly too me. After a few seconds my brain realized what I was doing and I pulled away quickly, standing to my feet and backing up until I was against the wall, beating myself up inside because I had let my guard down. I had revealed how vulnerable and scared I actually was.

Sitting in front of me on one of the benches that lined the wall of the gym was a tall, muscular man, with blonde hair swept to the side and a serious, worried look on his face. I recognized him immediately; Captain America. The world's first superhero had just witnessed me breaking down, and even worse it was in his arms, like I was a helpless little girl.

"Sorry," I muttered, going to walk past him and out the door, but he held out a hand in front of me to stop me from proceeding.

"Don't apologize. Are you okay?" I couldn't understand why he cared.

"Why do you care?" I snapped, and immediately regretted my harsh tone when I saw hurt flash through his eyes. "I'm sorry … I'm used to being alone. I'm not used to having anyone care for me." I trailed off, keeping my gaze trained on the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes. I felt a hand gently cup my chin, tilting my head up so my face was exposed.

"Do not apologize. No harm done, ma'am. I'm Steve," he introduced himself holding out a hand.

"Eleanor," I gave him a small smile as I nodded at him, glad that I might be finally making a friend.

"What's a girl like you doing here with S.H.I.E.L.D? It can be dangerous work, being around Fury." He asked, as I finally allowed myself to relax a little bit.

"I'm still not exactly sure why I am here. But I can take care of myself," I eyed him carefully, defending myself. "I'm not useless."

"I never meant you were. I'm sorry if it came out that way." I couldn't help but smile at how gentlemanly Steve was being, something that probably came from being from a different time.

"You want to watch out for her, Cap! She's a feisty one," a voice called from the doorway, and I spun around to see Clint standing there, a smirk on his face. I forgot about the fact that I had only known him for a couple of hours and quickly made my way over to him, allowing his arms to draw me into him and envelop me into a hug. "I take it Fury wasn't too hard on you, considering you made it out in one piece, and you haven't been put back into your cell," he murmured into my hair, and I nodded in response. Clint reminded me so much of my brother who disappeared when I was four. He would always comfort me, and even thought I can't remember that much about him, the reason I felt like I was safe with Clint was probably something to do with the resemblance.

"Steve, Fury has called a team meeting in the command room. Eleanor, he wants you to come along to." Clint called out to Steve, before directing the second part of his sentence to me. This couldn't be anything good if I was being called too. And if he was talking about the team I thought he was talking about, I know for certain one of them wouldn't be too happy to see me. Probably something to do with the fact that I tried to kill them a couple of years ago, when I was fighting for my life.

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