X marks the spot

A Wanted (Inhu)man

A car was caught on the SHIELD base entrance cameras. It was a mustang. The driver didn't know which type, but didn't care. One his hands had a small bit of blood on. The blood was from a member of a group he was now rolling with for his own reasons who had said something - the driver had never actually heard what it was – and clocked the guy. The man in charge had told the man to "Walk it off" and simply set the driver on his way.

He got out of his care, ID of the organisation he was going to walk into in his hand, in his other was a file, one with the same Orgainsation as his ID plastered onto the file, like they were proud of it.

His pass went up the door, a voice ID said his name, and the door opened.

He was met with a roar of grinding, drilling, hammering, sawing, and talking in the hanger area of the SHIELD base. It was almost too loud, compared to the quietness of his home.

Stepping in, the door behind him slammed shut, sealing him in with these people.

The boy continued on his path, ignoring some looks some of the agents gave him. To him, the world was a distorted sound, some parts muted, other parts made louder. One thing that was louder was the blood in his ears and the beating of his heart, along with his own breathing.

They were angry, and out of breath with one another. Some fast, some slow, some a mixture of the two.

One of the two yellow doors opened, and he had a moment of peace as he waited for the second to open, to let him one step closer to his destination.

The door opened, and no one paid him any mind. Good, in his books.

He found his way to the living area, and ignored however was there. He just continued on his path towards the stairs. He heard some chatter, but it just became background to him as his heart rate picked up.

A pistol was in his back pocket, given to him by the leader of the other group, "For your own protection." The man said, before waving a faux American flag.

As the boy got onto step three, a hand grabbed his arm, pausing him in his tracks.

For a moment, the world became normal again. For a moment, he heard everything as it was. And what he had was scattered breathing of someone else behind him. As if someone couldn't believe it was him.

As he turned to face who it was, he wasn't surprised to see it was a female. A friend of his who he had become close with as friends. Out of the group, she was the one he was closest to.

Her eyes were a bit wider, and they seemed conflicted as they went from meeting his own to scouring his body for any injuries. Either that or she was trying to still determine if it was him who was in front of her.

Behind her, was a taller man, one with more muscles than a man should have. He looked a giant compared to the two. He looked like an angry man, but from what the boy had seen of him, he wasn't really.

A gentle giant.

"What?" The boy asked, voice hollow as the words fell from his mouth, eyes going from the giant to the woman in front of him.

She seemed stunned. Words seemed to be at the edge of her tongue, as if she'd rehearsed something and then this moment had shattered it completely.

As if an illusion had been torn.

"I- Are – Are you ok?" Was what she settled on .

The boy just looked at her with an almost apathetic look. He didn't sigh, he just kept breathing and looked at his friend.

"Is he in?" Was his next question in counter to hers.

Her gaze went up stairs, before meeting his once again with a confused look, "Why?"