Hello all, long time no uploads. While I may not post, I am still continuing this. Remember that it is set in Season 1. It is just a little something. Hoping to jump start my writing again.
"Found you."
Marley didn't have to look up to know Coulson was standing at the end of the hallway. Marley sat against a wall next to what she assumed was a broom closet of sorts, hugging her knees to her chest. She would love to admit she could sense him, but she wasn't even aware of where she was on the plane. In her need to get as far from the others as possible, she found herself a little lost. "I'm surprised you didn't find me sooner."
"One of my many hidden talents." Marley could hear the smile in Coulson's voice as he attempted to lighten the mood. His footsteps were soft as he approached her. Marley looked up as Coulson slid down the wall next to her. "Cameras help too."
Marley sighed loudly and rubbed her jaw where a small bruise was forming. Coulson remained silent, clearly waiting for Marley to initiate the conversation. She blew a stray hair out of her face and closed her sat quietly together for what seemed like an eternity; neither wanting to bring up the cliched elephant in the room. She hugged her knees tighter and sighed again.
"I don't know. I don't know if I'm okay and I don't know what happened." She opened her eyes and tilted her head towards Coulson. "I can't explain what I don't understand."
"I can." Coulson's response had Marley incredulous.
"What? You understand what just happened down there?"
"The "being able to manipulate emotions" thing not so much, but the circumstance, yes. It was a test. We needed to push you. We needed to see where you were at. We are not sure what Wood Hill did or didn't do to you mentally or are records, but they only say so much" Coulson stated this as a matter of had hoped for some showing of sympathy or compassion, but there was none. " I asked Simmons to push you. We needed a baseline before we began piecing together your part—"
"Ugh! Does SHIELD have nothing better to do, but have ulterior motives for everything?" Marley sprang to her feet and began pacing. "What the hell? You could try the ancient technique of, I don't know, 'asking'!" I would have told all of you what they did, how I am at the moment, how I can't control my feelings or the feelings of others anymore when I want to, and how I am afraid of how my anger affects me and, apparently, those around me! I am so sick of not knowing what is going on! But please, Coulson, continue to be a secretive dick about it!" Marley huffed, out of breath.
Cool, calm, and collected as ever, Coulson rose from the wall and turned towards Marley. asked, "You done?"
"Not even close, but I'm not sure we even have that kind of time for the thoughts and feelings I feel need to be expressed."
"While I cannot wait for that day, there is a certain British scientist who feels the need to apologize."
In mock horror, Marley clutched her invisible pearls. "What, I thought SHIELD agents and the concept of apologies were unheard of?"
Could barked out a laugh. "We try not to make it a habit, so don't get used to it, but she did punch you in the face…on accident…I think. I'm entirely sure how that works." Coulson took Marley by the shoulder and guided her back down the hall.
With a loud sigh of annoyance, Marley allowed him to guide her back to the others. Usually physical touch triggered some kind of response from her gift, but with Coulson, Marley felt nothing. She didn't even feel basic emotions like happiness, anger, sadness…nothing. And while she didn't plan on mentioning it, she filed that information away for another time.
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