Isabelle's POV
After leaving the apartment I wasn't sure where I could go, if... if I had actually killed anyone in that apartment today I would now be a fugitive fleeing from SHIELD. The thought of murder had me shaking, not to mention the mental fatigue I now had to combat. The temperature was dropping in New York and all I had was a sweater on. If I didn't find shelter I would most certainly freeze to death. After what I had just done perhaps it was deserved. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at Grace, I should have been able to control myself. Now my parents would truly reject me. I continued walking to the park casually glancing back at the apartment to orient myself. I wanted to scream out in frustration, they didn't even care that James was gone! That stupid bitch didn't believe me. Her words came back to me slowly running through my head in a torturous cycle.
"A fifteen year old field agent." I am sixteen.
"Who doesn't even seem to be able to take proper care of herself." I ran a finger through my hair trying to undo the knots but it was useless.
"Not even wearing her own clothes..." I put my hands into my pockets and tried to make the sweater keep more warmth in.
But it was the last comment that had made me so angry. "Where are your parents? Do they not take care of you?" When she said that I thought of my adopted parents, my mother standing over me telling me to remember my place. It had brought back painful memories which Loki had helped me to forget. More tears spilt out of my eyes. I was no assassin, I was just made to think I was. I was just a helpless little girl, Grace was right I am a girl playing dress-up, it's all make believe and a fairy tale. I thought of everything I had ever done wrong and how much of my life I was living right now was mostly a lie. I became very angry and said. I screamed out in frustration before ripping a tree out of the ground and pulling it apart in the air. I fell to my knees I was so tired there was no way I was going to be able to do much of anything in the next couple of hours. Everything went black as I laid my head to rest on the cold, frozen ground of the park.
Meanwhile Back at SHIELD HQ
"How is it that a sixteen year old girl managed to escape without so much as a bat of an eyelash?" Director Fury asked pacing around the perimeter of the meeting table.
The remaining Avengers stayed silent, not having an answer for him.
"We haven't had contact with Tony Stark and Captain Rogers in a day and we still cannot seem to contact them." Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff sat at opposite ends of the table not daring to make eye contact. They knew Isabelle was very strong and they had been defeated once by their own daughter.
"James Rogers has been missing for 48 hours. We now have to report this."
The team knew that reporting to the council was never a good idea. The four avengers who were left sat in shock as to how slowly they were coming to an end. They had been sitting in silence for a while when Clint's phone began to ring.
"Answer it." Natasha said still not looking at him.
He answered the call and put it on speaker. A small voice was speaking on the other end.
"Hello?" Clint asked.
"Hello... I need... I need to talk to Director Fury." The voice wheezed.
"Who is this? Are you alright?" He asked.
"S..stark... I... need to report... report an incident." The avengers had look of shock on their face as Natasha rose to go find Director Fury.
"Okay, Tony hang on Natasha went to get him."
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Down Fall
Fanfiction"Now, Now put the gun down there's no need for violence." He stepped towards me and kicked me back, it was an unexpected blow I didn't fall and I went to shoot him once i'd steadied myself but he grabbed my shooting arm and twisted. I gasped in pai...
