Scarlett

They took me on a huge plane or a 'Heli Carrier' or whatever and told me I was going to meet some amazing people. Simmons never left my side through out the entire thing and It made me happy to have some one that cares about my well-being. I was sitting in her small lab close to the opening of the Heli Carrier while she took my blood for some tests.

"Will I meet the Avengers?" I ask suddenly. Simmons smiled.

"I'm sure you will someday. Now, Do you know your 'Ability'?" She asked. I nodded and (Painfully) walked to the door and paused. If I go all ghost-y will I fall through the floor?

"Um..." I say, walking back to sit on the table thing with my side aching the whole way. "I can walk through anything at will... But I'm not sure if I'll fall through the floor..." I muttered, Embarrassed. Simmons starts spouting science-y stuff and turn back to the table with my blood. I giggled and looked through the glass surrounding the door, leaving the lab. A tall woman and Agent Coulson stood outside talking.

"I'll be right back." I muttered, eyes never leaving the two. The door opened and I stepped out and stared at them. They both glanced at me and the woman jogged up the twisty stairs. I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight, then looked at Agent Coulson.

"Yes Scarlett?" He asked looking a little angry and tired at the same time. I stared at my feet and gritted my teeth. I glared up at him and let my long hair hang in my face.

"Did you know my mother." I whispered. He frowned and shook his head. I walked over and sat on the first few steps of the twisty stairs.

"She was... Just wonderful..." My emotions softened just thinking about her. "She looked just like me, down to the fingers." I muttered, Glancing at my short fingers. I gritted my teeth and looked up at him with new rage replacing the old.

"She was crushed to death in rubble during the battle of New York. I was took weak to do anything. I sat there and watched my mother die." He stayed expressionless. I stood up and wiped off the bottom of my pants.

"She had me sing to her as she slowly drowned in her own blood. I remember hugging her right before the paramedics pulled me away from her two days later." Still expressionless.

"SAY SOMETHING!" I screamed. David did this to me all the time. The school made me go to grief counseling and he came too. He always just sat expressionless in the chair next to me. It made me want to punch him straight in the face.

"Scarlett calm down." Simmons said rushing out of the lab. "You're heart rate is impossibly high!" I glanced down at the little stickers she stuck on my chest. I then realized I had been screaming at an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. while wearing only a sports bra and thick sweat pants. A boy ran down the steps and slipped past me.

"Fitz?" Simmons said walking to him. "What is it?"

"Calm her down," He whispered. "Her body is unstable. Anything could happen if one emotion overwhelm her."

She tried to smile at me but I could see the fear in her eyes. I looked down at my burned hand and tapped it twice with my finger tips. I walked back into the lab and locked myself in.

"Scarlett!" Simmons yelled, but the glass made her voice sound muffled. I smiled at her and pulled a needle out of a drawer.

"Scarlett what are you doing!" Agent Coulson yelled. I shuffled through bottles of various medical stuff until I found the one I needed.

"Scarlett!" Fitz screamed in an accent that matched Simmons. I filled up the needle and paused before injecting it in my arm. I hate needles almost more then I hate David. I make sure there were no air bubbles and shoved in in my arm. I pressed down on the plunger and pulled it out and threw it aside. I hopped up and pressed the button so they could come in. Simmons rushed in and looked at the discarded bottle.

"Anesthesia." She said. My eye lids started to get droopy and I fell but someone caught me. I looked up at Agent Coulson. I smiled softly and he looked like he wanted to slap me and call me stupid.

"Sup' Phil." I muttered and fell into a soft pit of dark bliss.

I glared at the boy with so much rage it made my head hurt. I held up my burned hand and glared at him.

"You did this to me." He flinched.

"Sorry..." He muttered looking at the floor. "I thought I could get you out of there before you woke up... I could tell you hated that man." I frowned.

"What? You just my imagination. Right?" I say. He laughs a beautiful laugh and pushed his sunny blonde hair out of his face.

"No. I'm... Talented, just like you." He looks up at me with sparkling silver eyes and touches the side of my face. I pulled away and turned around, taking in my surroundings. I was in a room with weirdly textured walls and only a small bed in the corner. The door was wide open though... I carefully walked up to in and peeked out. No one's there. I walked back in and looked at the boy.

"What's your name?" I asked crossing my arms. He smiled at me.

"Benjamin Harrison. You?" He said. I frowned.

"So you sneak into my dreams and don't know my name?" He shrugged.

"I guess when we both sleep we dream together..." I snorted.

"I wouldn't say 'Dream' more like... Talk when we both think we're awake." He nodded.

"Where do you live?"

"New York." He muttered. I nodded.

"You haven't answered my question. What's your name?" He asked. I sighed.

"Scarlett Solution..." I muttered. I hate telling people my name. Probably the whole my last name is Solution thing... He smiled.

"Pretty." I rolled my eyes. How long until one of us wakes up?

"Scarlett! Are you okay?" A speaker in the room asked. I frowned as I watched Benjamin slowly disappear. I looked up at the camera in the corner.

"Peachy!"