If you haven't seen agents of SHIELD at least season 1 there are references in this chapter that you won't understand. Just heads up cause they'll be important.
Bella cursed herself, she'd lost Klara. And now she couldn't find Angie or Bella. This was supposed to be fun. Take a day off school to get the mind off of things. But no, alien invasion. She ran with everyone else darting in and out of alleys and away from the action. She couldn't think about anyone or anything. She ran, soon enough smoke was filling her lungs and she couldn't see. Bella wasn't sure what was on fire but she just kept going. She could try calling them, but who'd be answering their phones? Bella kept running, she fell over something. No someone. She screamed and pushed herself away. She backed into a car and stopped. She took the time to pull her hair back and check her phone. Her parents were in New York, with Iron Man she knew that. But who else? They couldn't be taking this on alone but who else as there? Captain America? Maybe. She heard a roar.
"What the fuck?!" she said. She'd been hearing a lot of strange noises but that was new. Bella pushed herself to her feet and took off running. Aliens zipped over her head she screamed and rolled under a car. Unfortunately within seconds the car was off of her and flying through the air. She lay there frozen and the man standing over her held out his hand, he was tall, very well-muscled and had blonde hair about the same length as her mother. She also had to admit he was good looking. A hammer flew into his other hand. She took the one he was holding out for her.
"Get inside, get away." He said he sounded Australian. Bella stood still.
"Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff. They're my parents." She said. Her voice was shaking. He froze
"They're alive, go, get inside." Said another man. Captain America. Bella looked around them.
"There's more coming. Where's your sister."
Bella's eyes burned "She's… I don't know. We lost each other. And our friends." Bella voice wavered then cracked.
"There's more coming." The man with the hammer said again. Bella nodded. Clearly she'd gotten lost because she was not as far away from the action as she thought she would be. Bella took off running into the nearest building.
"Barton, Romanoff. We just met your oldest." Steve said into his com.
"She okay? What about Klara? They weren't together?" Clint asked.
"No, lost each other." Steve said.
"Clint." Natasha chimed in.
"I'll keep my eyes open but Klara's smart she'll have hunkered down somewhere." Clint said.
"Let's hope." Natasha uttered.
Irina couldn't be more annoyed with Angie. She was being optimistic while freaking out. Irina wanted her to pick an emotion.
"We'll be okay." She uttered through hyperventilation. Irina was sick of it. The two girls had lost Klara then Bella and Angie couldn't stay calm, although for Irina alien invasions were not familiar territory.
"This isn't what I was trained for." She muttered. Referring to both the panicking Angie and the aliens attacking outside. Irina wished she had a gun, a knife, something to help. Klara did, that's where she went.
"What do you mean? Trained for what?!" Angie asked. Irina looked at her in indifference. Where Irina came from fear was weakness and weakness was punished. But that was a normal girl who'd lived an ordinary life.
"Ignore that just calm down you're gonna be fine. This will be over soon and you'll go home." She paused "Call your parents. Just in case."
"They think I'm in school!" she shouted, her breathing if possible quickened. Irina sighed and slapped her in the face, hard. Angie glared at her.
"WHAT THE FUCK! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!"
Irina for the first time in a long time smiled "It worked!" she said, in response to Angie's normal paced breathing.
"Call your family." She ordered. Angie nodded.
"You call yours next ok?" She said, her voice cracking. She stepped away to make her call. Irina's smile faded. She didn't have a family. She thought about Klara, Bella, Natasha and Clint. They were lost in this chaos, Irina knew she'd been shutting them out. She never thought she'd regret it. There wasn't anyone to call. She looked outside, Bella would be hiding somewhere but Klara? That girl worried her.
Klara stood with her back to a wall and her eyes on the street. She was starting to regret this, she could run. But where? She was surrounded by carnage.
"What am I gonna do turn off laptop's at them?" she muttered to herself. This was an awful idea and Klara hoped she lived to regret it. Klara would like to say she wasn't scared but she was terrified out of her mind.
"Why did I do this? I'm the stupidest person alive." She whispered to no one. About a six aliens landed at the top of the block and there were five coming from the other end. Klara had two options
Run away and hope for the best
Run out there, lose control and hope for the best
Neither seemed ideal because both involved being noticed. She took a breath. Klara could feel all the power she had but she had no idea how to use it. There was no one around to help her and no advice she could give to herself. The aliens began shooting into buildings looking for anyone who remained and more flew overhead. But these buildings were empty, everyone inside was either dead or had left like a reasonable person. No one around. As they moved closer to where Klara was hiding she realized she was running out of time. Klara imagined lightning, the kind she'd been making appear in her hands only bigger. She wasn't the guy in a cape flying around pulling it out of the sky. Klara didn't need to summon anything, Klara closed her eyes and imagined a lightning strike then ran out into the street.
One of the last things Steve expected to see while searching for survivors was a girl passed out in the street surrounded by a 50 foots radius of small fires and damage. She looked unharmed. Black boots, dark jeans, grey top and an army green jacket. But what he noticed first was the hair, blood red. He ran towards her he put his fingers to her neck. Thankfully she was alive.
"Romanoff, Barton I've got your daughter. The young one. Unconscious. She looks fine otherwise."
"Where?" they both asked simultaneously.
"A block east from the tower. I'll bring her inside."
"We'll see you there." Clint said.
Natasha turned to her daughter "How'd you lose Klara?"
"Chaos." Bella lied unconvincingly.
"She ran didn't she, to help?" Clint asked.
"Maybe. I tried to stop her but you know how she is!" Her mother frowned "Have we heard form Irina and Angie?" Bella asked.
"They're both fine." Clint told Bella. Then he turned to Natasha "I'll take Bella to the tower, check out where Rogers found her. Might give a clue what happened." He said and Natasha took off.
"Right well, I say we go for food." Tony butted in. He looked at Bella "I've seen you."
"I hang out in your lobby." Bella muttered. Clint raised his eyebrows at his daughter then shrugged.
"What happened to you? Coulson said you were compromised and on the news in Germany. Arrows, dead people."
Clint looked down at the ground and kept walking "We'll talk later. Irina and Angie are headed back to their houses. Do you have any idea what Klara might have done?"
Bella kicked a piece of ruble, Thor and Tony listened in on the conversation. Clint glared at them.
"Family matter, don't you have a girlfriend to call Stark?"
"Rushmanoff told you about my girlfriend?"
Bella frowned "Did you just combine my mother's name with her cover in your office. You're not as cool in person."
"I flew into that portal, almost died." He said. Clint nudged his daughter.
"You're avoiding the question, I'm not updated on what she can do."
"She can break electrical outlets and turn on the TV. Did the monsters run on electricity?" she whispered
Clint sighed "I don't know. Tasha will find out."
Natasha stood on top of a warped car and surveyed the damage, it was like individual lightning strikes had hit everything in a 50 foots radius of the centre of the street. Any glass was shattered, cars were flipped telephone poles and wires downed. Chitauri in pieces and the asphalt was burnt. She pulled out her phone and dialed Clint. He picked up immediately.
"It's worse than I thought. She blasted everything within 50 feet of where I guess she was standing. She needs to be on the index."
"Tasha." He said quietly.
"I'll take video and pictures I know what we said, but she's dangerous Clint."
"How bad?"
"I hope no one was around when she was. They'd be killed where they stood. I'm gonna call SHIELD before I get back to the tower arrange to have a profile made and hope I don't get suspended for keeping this from them."
"Without talking to Klara?" Clint asked.
"You know what she'll say, trust me this is for the best. She's not a mutant, we've known that from the start. We just told her that to give her answers and to make her think she might not end up on the list. But if you saw what I as looking at right now you'd know she's a threat and you'd know we need answers."
"Marilyn still has no clue what's going on?" Clint asked.
"She can't run more tests without SHIELD knowing. She has to make records of everything she does in the lab. So no. I sent you pictures."
"Got them, holy shit. Nat that's apocalyptic." He paused. "Yeah SHIELD has to know." He said somberly.
"She's gonna be mad at us all over again. And SHIELD's gonna be up close and personal. This isn't what we wanted for either of them. " Natasha said, doing her best to keep her voice steady.
"We have to tell them about Coulson and me. It's been one hell of a week Nat."
"It's been one hell of a year." She replied sadly.
Steve walked over to Natasha and Clint as soon as she came in.
"Where's Klara?" they asked, he gestured to an office with a couch in it. The avengers were taking a moment of rest on the second floor of Tony's tower. Bella ran to her sister's side, Natasha and Clint made a move to follow her but he stopped them.
"What I saw around her should have killed her if she was there. What did I see?"
Natasha and Clint exchanged worried glances
"We have a very special daughter Captain." Natasha said and brushed past him, Clint did the same. Bruce came downstairs
"Found some clothes that fit." He said, he looked at office.
"What?" he asked.
"The master assassins have teenagers little one's unconscious."
Thor studied Klara laying on the couch "I actually think she might be taller than the eldest."
Steve nodded "She is, I've met her before. Didn't make the connection until today. Found her in the street."
"Bruce!" Natasha called. He walked inside
"Unconscious?" he asked and knelt next to her. Natasha nodded "She doesn't appear to have any injuries."
"But she's still unconscious." He said and checked her pulse.
"We have some idea why."
Clint sat at his daughter's feet, Bella clutched his arm. Steve, Tony and Thor came and stood in the doorway. Klara groaned.
"Klara." Natasha said.
"Ow. What happened?" she said opening her eyes.
"You tell me!" Bella yelled.
"Oh god that was loud! What's wrong with you?!" Klara yelled back.
"Girls." Clint said. Natasha stared at her daughter.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"What? Right now? I'm kinda hungry. Our lunch never came because aliens attacked. What the fuck was that by the way? Where's Irina and Angie? Where am I?"
Clint looked around "Natasha and I are going to talk to our daughter. Could you all excuse us?" he asked. Bruce frowned.
"I should get a first aid kit and make sure she's alright."
"She's fine." Natasha stated.
"Agent Romanoff your daughter was unconscious. Wasn't she in the street?" He asked, Natasha glanced at the door, he sighed and left. Natasha pulled out her phone.
"Here are some pictures of what you did." she said and handed it to Klara and helped her sit up. Klara looked down at the photos. Catastrophic was the word she would use to describe what she did, any bigger of a blast and she could have brought a building down.
"Not only that but you would have gotten yourself or someone hurt, or worse." Natasha's voice was low and quiet. She was trying to make sure the prying ears outside the room couldn't hear. Klara wished her mother would yell, or her father. But they were steely calm. Klara still didn't know what was going on but at the moment she didn't care.
"I was unaware when aliens invade I'm not supposed to do anything." She said bitterly. Clint nodded
"I get it. You wanted to help."
Bella scoffed "She has no training or control! She's a kid."
"Bella get out." Natasha ordered. Bella huffed and slammed the door as she left.
"I killed a bunch of them. Like 11." She said with false bravado.
"How? What made you pass out?" Natasha asked, sitting down next to her daughter. Klara shrugged.
"I just sort wanted a lightning strike and then there was a lot of light and noise and I passed out. But there were no people I checked! Kind of." She muttered at the end. When she was outside with aliens flying overhead she'd forgotten that being something other than human made her sick to her stomach. Klara felt like vomiting now. She wanted to have normal friends and do ordinary things with ordinary people. Her eyes fell to the floor.
"But it's a step." Natasha said.
"Towards what?" Klara asked.
"Control." Clint stated. "You wanted to cause some damage to the chitauri and that's what you did."
"Chitauri? Whatever, I still passed out and broke everything near me."
"To big too fast." Clint said.
"Everything in 50 foot radius of you looked like it been struck by lightning that lightning came from you. Which means you're dangerous." Natasha said, Klara tried to pick apart every word. Her mother had something to say she just couldn't tell what.
Klara nodded "I know but we can't tell SHIELD not yet. Not until I have a real handle on what I can do."
Clint and Natasha glanced at each other then looked sadly back to Klara.
"No." Klara whispered.
"We decided to tell SHIELD after I saw what you can do. We're setting up your profile tomorrow." Natasha confirmed. Klara didn't say anything. She felt like she'd been punched in the stomach.
"It's for the best Klara, we'll make sure you're handled properly and that you're okay. SHIELD knows how to handle this." Clint tried to reassure his silent daughter.
She jumped to her feet, stumbling slightly. "Really? How many people on that list have you crossed off when they get to dangerous!?" she yelled and bounded out of the room to her sister and the rest of the avengers.
"Klara?" she asked. Clint and Natasha stood behind their daughter.
"They told SHIELD! Now who knows what's gonna happen?! Maybe they put me on a list next to that guy!" she pointed to Bruce "And put me in a cage!" she turned to her parents "What kind of cages does SHIELD have? Can I pick one out of a catalog? I'd like my prison to have a view!" Klara's rough voice cut through the room like a knife.
"No one's gonna put you in a cage." Natasha said.
Bruce frowned, that was the exact same thing she'd said to him in the exact same tone. Bella glowered at her parents.
"What is wrong with you?"
"What's happening right now?" Steve asked. Thor, Bruce and Tony shrugged.
"Bella this is for the best you didn't see what she's capable of."
"Please talk about me like I'm still in the room!" Klara yelled. Steve raised his eyebrows.
"The destruction I found her in, she caused it?"
Klara nodded "Awesome right?!" she said, her voice was dripping in sarcasm. Bella grabbed her sister's arm.
"Umm could you not?" she asked. Bella ignored her.
"I can't believe you would do that! That is bad parenting. She's not hurting anybody. She's not that dangerous."
"I'm sorry Bella what were you saying last night about me being a threat to everyone I'm near, or was that Irina? Or was that me who said that to myself? I can't keep track anymore." She said to her sister, her voice was steady but blood pounded in her ears. Klara wanted to tell herself she was surprised her parents had done this but she couldn't lie to herself.
"You are surprisingly calm about this!" Bella shouted.
"No I'm not but they can't untell it so resistance is futile." Klara muttered.
"I'm going to interrupt the family meeting with why are my lights flickering?" Tony asked. Clint, Natasha and Bella turned to Klara.
"What? I'm upset, I still don't know where I am or what's going on. What did compromised mean? Where's Phil, he'll talk sense into SHIELD and make them leave me alone. I'm his favorite."
"Favorite what?" Bella asked.
"Barton child." Klara said with a smirk. The two girls failed to notice how quiet the room had gotten.
"Girls." Clint said. The two turned to him.
"What?" Bella asked softly, she could tell something had happened to her father. She wanted to know what. What did compromised mean?
"Coulson's dead." Natasha answered.
Every lightbulb in the room shattered and so did the girls. Bella had been on the verge of tears for two days finally lost it and fell into her mother's arms Klara shook her head.
"He doesn't die, he's Phil. He goes on missions and bring home souvenirs, he babysits. Everyone, he is everyone's father. He doesn't die, he doesn't get to kick the bucket. That's not how it works." She said, her voice cracked and wavered with every word. She was still shaking her head, Clint moved to put his hand on his daughters shoulder. A small pop filled the room and Clint yelped and reeled back.
"Klara you shocked me." He said quietly. She looked up.
"I can do that? Sorry." Her bright green eyes were filled with tears, the jagged white lines that zigzagged over her iris glowed in the now dimly lit room. The others were silent out of grief and confusion over what Klara was doing. Klara held out her hand.
"Try again." She muttered. Clint pulled his daughter into a hug, no sparks.
"Steps to control Klara."
She pulled out of his arms and backed away, she glared. But as much as she was trying to look angry there was only one emotion on her face and it was betrayal.
"On a list, with that guy." She said pointing to Bruce who looked away from the teenager. She glanced at Bella who was still crying into Natasha's shoulder.
"You are really bad at staying angry." Klara huffed.
Bella pulled away from her mother "You can't do that without talking to her."
Natasha pointed to the office "We'll finish this conversation in there." She glanced at the three other men watching the family intently.
Klara clenched her jaw and walked inside dragging Bella with her. As soon as the door shut Bella started to yell.
"So you care about your duty to SHIELD to more than her?! MORE ABOUT SOME THREAT LIST THEN YOUR DAUGHTER!?"
"Bella." Clint said "You know it's not like that." He turned to Klara who was staring at the floor.
"Klara?" he asked. She looked up at them.
"Whatever." She sighed and grabbed Bella's hand "We're going home. SHIELD's tomorrow, yeah?"
Natasha nodded "We have to stay."
Klara ignored her mother and walked out the door.
Clint and Natasha stood outside the restaurant, Stark had forced them to go out to eat and neither of them wanted to go home. They wanted for a moment to pretend everything was fine for their daughters. But their moment of peace ended when Natasha took Clint outside to talk.
"Did we make the wrong call?" Natasha asked.
"With Klara? No. We should have done it months ago, when we found out." He answered.
"We thought we were keeping her safe." Natasha huffed.
"And what were we doing instead?" he asked.
"Trying to keep her normal." She took a breath. "Let's face it Clint we don't want to deal with this. We don't want it to be this way. You wanted to fix her to keep her out of this. But we can't."
"Was it always stupid of us to think either of them would get to lead normal lives?" Clint said. He sat down on the curb and watched the empty street. They were all still in uniform.
"Not stupid, naïve."
Clint gave her a short laugh "Same difference."
She sat down next to him "Maybe not." Natasha gazed around the street.
"Look at this. Tomorrow the God of Thunder takes his adoptive brother back to their realm. And the whole world knows aliens exist. Things are gonna change. Back in February when we found out about Klara, you were already working with the tesseract. You saw this coming."
"They told me it was a door, I told them doors open from both sides." He said.
"You were right about that." She said, smirking.
"Loki had good timing, showed about a minute after I said that."
She ran her hands through her hair "Fate."
He shook his head "No such thing."
"No such thing as aliens." Natasha quipped.
"It was ridiculous to let people believe we were alone in the universe anyway." Clint said.
"But we let them believe it. Nothing uglier than the truth." She said sadly.
"Maybe, but lies have shitty personality and what matters more?" he joked.
"Truth is a matter of circumstance, it isn't all things to all people all the time." She nudged him.
"You say that a lot, usually you finish with 'neither am I'." Clint mocked.
"Whatever Barton." Natasha said with a small smile.
Klara didn't speak to anyone for the rest of the night, she was exhausted, angry and helpless. Bella had tried to comfort her but Klara just didn't want to talk. Irina had done what she usually did and ignored her. When they met Klara hoped that she'd finally have someone her age to talk to but Irina didn't want to have anything to do with Klara friendship wise. But she was always available to be brutally honest when no one else would. But Klara knew she was adjusting and that she needed space and time so she didn't mind leaving Irina alone. But school hadn't gotten any better and Klara wasn't sure haw that was possible. Was she just that awful? Or was the universe playing a cruel joke and only the teachers knew she existed. She missed her old friends, they'd lost touch and Klara didn't want to fix it. Everything was changing and she hated it. Add insult to injury Coulson was dead. Dead and Klara still had no idea what had happened. Her parents got home late and she refused to see them.
"God knows how Bella is holding up." She muttered to herself as she tried to sleep.
Bella had spent the whole night trying to get in touch with Angie, Irina had said that she'd been freaking out and Bella wanted, no needed. To make sure she was ok. Angie was Bella's first real friend in a while and she didn't want a horrifying experience to be associated with their relatively new friendship. She was nervous around her, Bella wanted their friendship to work. But she'd never been nervous around people before, not even Kyle who was her boyfriend for almost two years. But as she tried to sleep she remembered one other horrible thing about the day. Phil Coulson was dead. They didn't see him often but he was always there to call about their parents or to sit with them at the base in New York. He was calm and nice and Bella never thought about how much she would miss him if he was gone. She pummelled her pillow, everything was wrong with everything. But still her life was falling into place she got into MIT and would study mechanical engineering and design. She was excited to live on campus, after she got a PHD she wanted to go to SHIELD academy and would eventually work for SHIELD. She had her life figured out and she liked it that way but everything changing, Klara, Phil, aliens and her parents were Avengers. Bella hid under her comforter she wanted to stay there forever.
May 5th 2012
Klara sat crossed legged on the lab table. Marilyn kept glancing over at her.
"So you do some science then I have psych evaluation then a threat evaluation then what? They decide where to stick me? Where are my parents?" she asked quickly. Her words were strung together Marilyn took a moment to figure out what she said.
"Most members of the index go back to their lives just with someone checking up on them every once and a while, your parents are seeing off the tesseract and a pair of gods." She answered, still focused on her laptop. Klara clucked her tongue, she still had no idea what happened. Marilyn look up at Klara who was rubbing the band aid on her arm.
"Klara, I have a lot to tell you and I want you to wait until I'm done to ask questions."
Klara nodded, she was going to try and stay calm. No use breaking things.
"When we told you, you are a mutant, we lied. Your parents and I agreed that it would be a good idea to give you something you could google and learn about and understand. A reason to think you might not end up on the index. I thought you were born the way you are because I took blood in February and compared to blood when you were eight. But the older test I compared your blood to in February was about three weeks after your transplant. So I looked at your tests when you were born and they were normal. Which is what I thought, I would have noticed because your DNA is exponentially different compared to that of a human or mutant. So I revisited the kidnapping when you were eight and there was nothing the red room could have conceivably done to you and then I recalled it looked like you were rejecting the piece of your father's liver you got. But you healed up just fine and we never looked back." She paused. Klara interrupted her.
"Not a mutant, not born with this what's your point? Also I CAN'T BELIVE YOU PEOPLE LIED TO ME. Actually I can, but carry on."
"You got a blood donor upon arriving in the hospital. The donor could've been anyone. Whoever is responsible for that donation wasn't human. Whether or not they knew what their blood could do to somebody is irrelevant. When you were eight years old you got a blood donor that affected you on a molecular level. I won't pretend to understand how this works. My theory is something in the donor blood attacked your cells and DNA, what we thought was your body rejecting you liver was your body fighting off a virus, a contaminant. Your body gave in and the very structure of your DNA changed."
"Contaminant? That's offensive." Klara quipped. Marilyn ignored her comment.
"I'm running your blood tests though our files looking for anything that matches but I'm coming up empty. All I can tell you is that you're something we've never seen before."
"Inhuman." Klara whispered. Marilyn nodded.
"Yes. You're not human. I assume you have questions."
Klara deadpanned "Yes many. But I'll try to only ask ones you can answer. Index, no mutants. Why?"
"They don't want to be involved in SHIELD because they are a group of people with their own rights we abide by that and we leave them alone." Marilyn answered.
What happens to me now? Lock me in this lab, want to do a spinal tap?" Klara joked, but her smile died quickly.
Marilyn shook her head "You get your evaluations then a case worker. Yours is going to be agent Johnathan Garrett. He's a good man and agent. He turned a very troubled teen into one of our best operatives."
Klara smirked "Is that what I am, a very troubled teen?"
Marilyn gave her a sad smile.
"What's he gonna do with me?" Klara asked.
"He's going to help you learn control, acceptance. He's going to make sure you don't become a real threat."
"But after I get tagged like a shark. And I'm already a threat." She waited for Marilyn to say something but she didn't "When do my parents come back? You're a mother, when you and your husband make life altering decisions for your son do you consult him? Isn't that called being a decent parents?" Klara asked rhetorically.
Marilyn shrugged "First of all I got divorced five years ago and full custody so I don't consult my husband and your parents did what they and I think was best."
"How can you have full custody of how old is he like 20? He and Bella should date once she turns 18 in July."
"My son was your age when we got divorces and he has a boyfriend so I doubt he will date your sister. And stop changing the subject I have to get you to your psych evaluation."
"Right. My parents, in your medical opinion are they bad parents?"
"I told you I agree with everything they've done and that I think they're trying their best. They've both been through a lot the past few days, especially your father. Go easy on them."
Klara frowned "My father? What happened? Actually whatever I'll find out. And their best isn't working for me right now."
"No one's perfect." She said. And sent Klara's partially filled out index profile to SHIELD's psychologist.
"Come on. You're pretty calm. I'd be freaking out. Klara I just told you SHIELD has no idea what you are and that you're not human."
"I know. But I decided last night at 2 am that if I refuse to give a shit about anything for a few days I can handle anything you say to me."
"Make sure you say that during your psych eval." Marilyn joked. Klara didn't laugh.
"Who does the threat evaluation?" Klara asked intently.
"Partly the psychologist and partly John Garrett."
"What's he gonna ask?"
"Not sure, it's different for everyone. He'll want to get to know you, you should let him."
They stopped at an unlabelled steel door that Marilyn opened.
"Good luck. I have a meeting with Director Fury." She said and walked away. Klara took a breath and stepped inside.
"How does Miss Barton's DNA compare to GH. 325?"
Marilyn shifted uneasily on her feet "I haven't checked that yet. I'll get that to you by the end of the day."
"Thank you."
Marilyn nodded "If it was the blood donor and if it was alien that means there was an alien life for on our planet undetected and I doubt they were donating blood to be a Good Samaritan."
"Do you think there could be others?" The Director asked.
"I do, but there's no way to find them. Unfortunately even we can't track someone through a blood bank. Especially if that someone isn't from here. But you're going to try aren't you?"
"I am, dismissed. Agent."
Marilyn nodded and left.
Fury picked up his phone "Agent Garrett, I have a mission for you. I'm going to send you all the information we have on Klara Barton. I want you to find whoever else received blood from the donor she received in 2005."
"Who's the donor?" He asked.
"We don't know, likely alien. Don't keep any of this from Miss Barton. You're her case worker she needs to trust you."
"Alien huh? World's getting weird Fury." Garrett said, unbeknownst to Fury he was smiling.
"Agent, you have no idea." The Director said and hung up. Garrett smirked
"Sure I don't."