"SHIELD"
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Six hour later, Clint was sitting on an air plane, reading over a news paper while the girl he had found was leaning up against his side, sleeping.
After they had eaten, he took her into the nearest Russian town and he had given her some of his clothing that he hoped would fit her and used a wash cloth to wash the dirt off of her skin and brushed out her tangled hair.
The poor girl was a mess and she needed some help to get properly cleaned up before she was returned to her family.
While the girl had been changing into the clothing she was given, Clint had called his boss Nick Fury to inform him that his reconnaissance mission had gone well and he had found a young mutant girl who had escaped people who had held her captive and may have experimented on her.
Fury told Clint to bring the girl to them so that they could have their doctors look her over and find out who she is.
Clint warned them not to do anything to startle the girl since she was cautious and may not trust doctors or scientists after the experiments she had been through over her years of being 'unmade'.
Hearing a moan of discomfort, Clint turned to look down at the girl who was wriggling around in her seat.
From the look on her face, he was able to tell that she was having a PTSD induced nightmare.
Putting his arms around the girl, he pulled the hybrid into his lap and gently ran his hand down her back, making sure her hood was still covering her ears.
He didn't want anyone to stare at her or give her a hard time simply because she didn't look like an ordinary human.
Humming under his breath, Clint rubbed the girl's back and held her gently, watching as she seemed to calm down and relax in his hold.
Soon enough, the plane landed and Clint gently shook the hybrid awake making her jerk forward, her corneas flickering red for a moment.
She didn't recognize where she was, but there was a comforting scent close to her that kept her calm and kept her natural instinct to attack at bay.
"Kid, you okay?" Clint asked snapping her out of her daze.
Turning to look up at the man who had found her, the girl nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Where are we?" She asked.
"We're at the airport in Manhattan. Come on, a friend of mine should be here to drive us." Clint said as he stood up.
Reaching into the compartment above their heads, Clint took out his bags and then started herding the hybrid off of the plane, making sure she was safely by his side when they entered the crowd of people.
He knew that people suffering through PTSD had issues being in a crowd and he wanted to make sure she knew he was nearby and he would keep her safe.
Feeling nervous with the people around her, the cat hybrid jerked back and bumped into Clint's back who gave her a comforting smile.
She clung to his arm and let him lead her out of the plane, feeling more at ease now that she had physical contact with the archer.
Entering the terminal, Clint scanned the crowd until he spotted a familiar head of red hair and started making his way over with the girl at his side.
"Nat!" Clint called.
Hearing someone call her name, the redhead turned her jade colored eyes onto Clint and she gave a small smile before walking over to greet him and the girl.
"Only you would go out on a mission and bring home a girl." The woman teased.
"What can I say? I'm a bleeding heart." Clint shrugged.
When he had first laid eyes on the cat hybrid, she had reminded him of the redhead before him.
They were both girls who needed someone to look after them and take care of them, and he was happy to be the one to take on the responsibility.
"Kid, this is Natasha Romanoff. She's been my partner for almost ten years now." Clint introduced.
Turning her curious gaze onto the woman in front of her, the cat hybrid was able to tell that Natasha was a trained fighter and had the aura of a predator.
When she settled her eyes upon the young girl, Natasha couldn't help but see herself in her.
She recognized the look of torture and the trauma of having to kill someone at such a young age that reflected in the girl's eyes.
"Hello there." Natasha greeted.
"Hi." The girl nodded shyly.
Glancing between them, Clint could tell that they socially awkward and weren't going to start a conversation.
"Let's get going. I bet Fury wants to meet her now." Clint said.
"He does. We also have a doctor ready to do some tests on her." Natasha informed.
The words 'doctor' and 'tests' made the girl tense up and Clint felt her grip on his arm tighten to a painful degree.
Looking down at the hybrid, he found her to be shaking in fear as she appeared to be lost in her memories and realized what was going on in her head.
"Kid, calm down. Hey." Clint said softly.
Placing his bags down on the floor, he gently placed his hand on her face and tilted her head up, making her look him in the eyes.
"Sh, calm down. This doctor isn't like the others you've met. He's kind and only wants to help you. We need him to check you out to make sure you're healthy. It's okay." Clint whispered to her.
Blinking as she registered the gruff voice speaking to her in a soft, comforting tone, the raspberry haired girl was pulled out of her memories and stared up into the silvery gaze of Clint.
"You back with us?" He asked brushed her bangs out of her face.
"Yeah, I'm back. Sorry." She whispered looking upset.
Natasha remained silent, knowing what the girl was going through.
She hated it when she was taken over by memories of her past and tried not to let them bother her, but it was difficult.
"Don't worry about it. Stuff like that gets the best of all of us once in a while." Natasha said.
Head snapping over to the woman, the hybrid stared at her, searching to see if she was being honest with her and relaxed when she saw that she was.
"The car's outside. Let's hurry up before Fury sends someone after us." Natasha told Clint before she turned and started walking off.
Nodding at that, Clint picked up his bags and followed after her and the cat hybrid was close on his heels, wanting to escape the crowded airport and finally be able to get clean.
In the three years she had spent at the facility, she had never been able to have a proper shower or bath.
The agents would forcefully strip her down and then toss buckets of ice cold water on her, which she was sure, was a different type of torture they used on her for their own sick amusement.
They had also done the same thing to the Asset and would sometimes strip them down and dump water on them when the two were in the same room together.
Clint, Natasha and the girl arrived at the black Lamborghini that was parked out front and they loaded the bags in the trunk before climbing inside, the two adults in the front while the teen had the back all to herself.
Turning the car on, Natasha drove off down the road, rushing off into New York.
"What's gonna happen after I meet your boss?" The girl asked.
"We're not sure. He'll probably have a blood test done to find out who you are, or were, so we can find your family. After that, I have no idea what will happen." Natasha told her.
Honestly, Natasha had a feeling that Fury may want to keep the girl around and have her join their organization to use her abilities to help them on their missions.
It seemed like the girl figured this out for herself since she gained a doubtful expression on her face.
Soon enough, they arrived in New York and the girl was glued to her window, looking over the city with interest.
"I've been here before." She commented.
"Really? When was that?" Clint asked in interest, hoping it was helping to jog her memories.
"I was... I was 11. I came here with my friends during Thanksgiving weekend, summer vacation and on Christmas Eve. Rockefeller looked so beautiful with the snow and the giant Christmas tree." The girl smiled at the memory.
Listening to the girl talk about a good memory from her past, Clint grinned and looked over at Natasha, flashing the Russian woman a happy expression which made her lips pull up in amusement.
"I also remember that somebody was attacking that tree. He didn't like the sight of it. Ex-ExVeemon tried to get him to stop, but it was hard to walk on the ice." The girl chuckled at the memory.
"ExVeemon? Who's that?" Natasha questioned.
"My best friend. I haven't seen him in years. He must've freaked when I went missing." The girl sighed sadly.
"Well, don't worry, kid. You'll see him again and then you can catch up on everything you missed. It might be hard, but everything will be okay again. You'll have your life back." Clint assured.
Ears twitching under her hood, the girl saw her reflection in the window and frowned at the sight of her face and body.
"Not really." She muttered.
The car then pulled up to a large, grey colored building and parked out front.
Everyone climbed out of the car and Clint walked over to the girl's side, placing a hand on her lower back.
"Come on. Fury's waiting." He told her.
Nodding, she then followed after Natasha as the redheaded Russian woman walked inside the building, holding the glass doors open for them.
Venturing inside, the girl was awed with how spacious it was inside and saw many people of different ethnicities wandering around.
Some people nodded at Clint and Natasha in greeting, showing small forms of respect towards them, but others sent confused and suspicious glances the hybrid's way.
Walking down the hall, they soon arrived at an office and Natasha knocked on the door.
"Come in." A deep, male voice called.
Opening the door, Natasha stepped inside and Clint gently pushed the girl forward.
When she was inside, the teen saw that there were three people in the room.
One was a man who had blue eyes and brown hair who was wearing a work suit.
The second person was a strict looking woman who had black hair tied up into a tight bun and icy blue eyes who was wearing a lycra outfit.
Finally, the last person was a tall man of African American descent who was wearing all black and had an eye patch over his left eye which had scaring poking out from under the material.
"Barton, Romanoff, welcome back." The first man greeted with a kind tone to the two agents.
"Coulson." Clint nodded at him.
"So, this is the girl?" The dark haired woman questioned as all eyes were on the teen.
"Yeah, this is her." Clint confirmed.
Standing up from behind his desk, the eye patched man-Nick Fury-walked over to the girl which made Clint and Natasha step back, but stayed close by so the hybrid didn't panic.
"What's your name?" The man questioned.
"I don't have a name. I only answered to what my handlers called me." The girl answered in a monotone voice.
"Conditioned?" The dark haired woman asked.
"It looks like it." The man, Coulson, agreed.
"And what did your handlers call you?" Fury asked the teen.
"The Red Death or the second asset." The girl told him.
"Why did they name you that?" Fury demanded.
"I was their weapon. Nothing more. I couldn't have a name because I'm not good enough for one. Their words, not mine." The girl scoffed.
Fury's lips tugged and he pushed back a smirk as he glanced the girl over.
"Seems like they didn't condition that fire out of you. Barton, take her down to the medical lab. Our doctor will look after her. He'll take some blood and check her dental records to find out who she is and where she came from." Fury ordered.
"Yes, sir." Clint nodded.
He and Natasha then took the girl out of the room, but she glanced over her shoulder to see Fury watching her go.
She could tell he had plans for her, but the look in his eye revealed that they weren't malicious, but she was still suspicious over what Fury's intentions were.
Once the door closed, Phil Coulson turned his attention onto Fury.
"Do you think she's another Red Room agent?" He asked.
"I don't know. It's possible since Barton found her in Russia, but she could be from a different facility. We'll have to find out more later on once the tests are finished." Fury said as he walked back to his desk.
"Sir, once we discover her true identity, what do you plan on doing with her? Are we really just going to let her go back to her family?" Maria Hill asked making Coulson glare at her.
The question was insensitive and it was obvious that the girl had suffered through a horrible experience, so why shouldn't she have a right to see her family again?
Sometimes Coulson forgot that he was dealing with people who only ever thought of their jobs and tended to push back all human decency while they were working.
"That's entirely up to her. But, if she proves to be of any use, then we could keep her around. If she's interested." Fury said.
(Medical lab...)
Pushing the door to the lab open, the two agents led the teen inside where they found a doctor waiting inside.
When she was led inside, the girl had to resist the urge to run away and tried not to let the smell of the chemicals mess with her mind.
The only times she was ever taken to a lab were so she could have multiple, cruel tests run on her body and it took everything in her to push away those horrid memories.
She didn't want to have an episode and accidentally harm Natasha and Clint, especially since they had been so gentle and understanding with her.
"Ah, hello there." A kind voice spoke.
The voice was male and it seemed to have a French accent.
Turning to where it came from, the teen found an old man with a head full of white hair smiling at her with kind green eyes.
"This is my new patient, I believe." The man said.
"Yeah, this is her." Clint said as he patted her shoulder.
"Welcome, come on in. I am Dr. Babineaux. Please, mademoiselle, come sit down and we will begin our check up." The doctor said as he pointed over to the table that had a cushion on it.
Nervous, the girl looked back at Clint who gave her an encouraging nod and she walked over to the table, sitting on it.
"Okay, now. I am going to start with simple things. Please, take off your hoodie and we will begin." Babineaux instructed.
He picked up a stethoscope from his desk and the girl unzipped her sweater, slowly pulling it off.
Babineaux and Natasha both stared in shock at what they saw the sweater had been hiding.
Her large ears twitched and her tail lashed around behind her, finally free from its confinement.
Seeing the dropped jaws of the two adults beside him, Clint snickered in amusement.
Things like this didn't bother him since he had grown up in a circus and was used to seeing strange things, such as people with human deformities or actual mutants.
"Incroyable (Amazing)! I've never seen anything like this before. Tell me, were you born like this?" Babineaux asked as his eyes sparkled with awe.
"My hair color, yes. These things, no. They happened after I was abducted and injected with a strange liquid." The teen explained.
Nodding at that, Babineaux then placed the stethoscope against the girl's chest, listening to her heart and was amazed with how strong it sounded.
"Liquid? What liquid? Like, some sort of drug?" Natasha crossed her arms and her face scrunched up in thought.
Back when she was in the Red Room, Natasha had heard rumor that the doctors used to inject their best girls with a special serum that made them stronger than an ordinary human and more durable.
They didn't seem to use them anymore since Natasha herself was the best agent in the Red Room and had even been recruited by the KGB as a master spy and she had never been injected with a serum.
Or maybe they had during one of the times the doctors had dragged her into a room to do some tests on her and she didn't notice when they had done it since she was far too weak from the experiments.
"They said it was an advanced form of the super soldier serum. When they injected it into me, it triggered something in my DNA and I woke up like this." The teen said gesturing to her entire body.
"Super soldier serum?" Clint repeated in surprise.
"Looks like there are still some facilities out there who are trying to create a new super soldier." Natasha said.
"I see. So, the serum gave you your feline appearance. What else happened? Were there any side effects?" Babineaux asked.
He then started to check over her eyes, seeing if there were any differences to them compared to a normal human's eyes.
It appeared that her pupils were a bit larger than an ordinary human's and they grew even larger when light shone in her eyes.
Huffing as she pulled her face out of Babineaux's grip, the teen remembered when she had first been injected with the serum.
She had felt an increasing amount of pain that erupted all over her body and they centered on her chest area and her waist.
"Oh, yeah, there were some pretty big side effects all right." She scoffed in annoyance.
"Really? What were they?" Babineaux asked as he lifted her arm to check her pulse.
"Well, I suddenly had these balloons hanging from my chest and my dick was missing." The girl hissed.
That statement made the three adults in the room freeze, wondering if they had heard the girl right.
Chuckling in disbelief, Clint scratched at his temple and stared down at the angered teen whose tail was lashing around behind her and her fur was frizzed.
"I-I'm sorry, what? What-What-What do you mean by that?" Clint stumbled over his words.
"I wasn't born a girl." She told him.
"Wait, do you mean to tell me that... The serum changed your entire body?" Natasha asked feeling shocked beyond all belief.
They had heard stories of the super soldier serum giving people deadly gifts and changing their bodies in certain ways, but altering the gender of the subject chosen was unheard of.
"Yes. My name is...was...D-Dae-Dae-vvv-iiiissss." The girl tried to force her name out.
Memories of her being whipped every time she said her name made an appearance in her mind, but she shook them off and forced herself to finally say her name again after three years.
Claws digging into the table underneath, the cat hybrid took a deep breath to calm herself and then spoke once again, forcing her name out of her mouth at last.
"Davis. My name is Davis Motomiya. And I was turned into a girl." She said.
Silence filled the room as the two agents and the doctor all stared at the teen-now identified as Davis Motomiya, a boy who had been turned into a girl-in horror.
The poor child had not only her life, freedom and name taken away from her, but apparently she also lost her own gender.
"Sainte Mère de Dieu (Holy mother of God)!'' Babineaux gasped.
To be continued…