Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"Okay, Agent Y/l/n." Nick Fury says and flips through a written list of things I have been performing with my magic for days and today is day six of me constantly playing around with shit I already know. "I need you to hit these targets with magic." He instructs as I stand in a large glass box that was lowered over of me

"Which kind?" I sigh with slouched shoulders that Tony, Bucky, and Steve all frown at knowing I'm tired but Fury hasn't given me a break in days and it's really dragging on me right now

"What do you mean?" He asks

"There are different kinds." I mumble when I don't want to explain any further and wave my hand around lazily

"Maybe we should take a b-" Steve tries to intervene again but Fury isn't having any of it

"All of them." Fury shrugs. "Stark." He demands to see

Tony looks a little hesitant but eventually taps on his tablet to have bright red, pixilated human targets start to materialize in a 3D animation. Some have guns, bows, hammers, knives, swords even, and fists that remind me of The Hunger Games as I blink the tiredness from my eyes and before I can move, the first target shoots a bullet and the hard, sharp pixel flies across the room sized box. It hits my arm from me not paying attention quick enough and makes me suck in a breath through my teeth as my hand clamps down on my right arm and I pull it back to see some blood painting my fingers and the torn edges of a black stealth suit I am borrowing until I can get my own. Fury looks disappointed as the target shoots another bullet at me but this time, I duck and roll out of the way with my body wanting to collapse when my hands and knees hold my heavy body up. I sigh and look up to see Bucky's worried look with Steve stepping forward, ready to demand this box to be lifted but I lift my blood smeared hand and stop them.

"Just a graze." I whisper and stand up with magic building in my hands

Two targets are now walking around the panels of the box and I move my fingers down by my sides, manipulating the magic I send before I lift my arms and flick my right hand under my left arm that comes up to protect my face. The magic is flicked out of my hands and flies right for the target, smashing into it and making it explode into a hundred little pixels. My hands switch and the next target goes down with Fury writing the information down and motioning for the next to fall. They materialize and this time, I snap my fingers of both hands so a blaze of navy blue magic engulfs my hand and wrist. The information is written down and I feel like a real lab rat when I repeat the process through fire blasts, bullets which start off as a blast then separate into magic like bullets, regular blasts, slicing which is essentially a magic disk that can slice someone in half like Steve's shield I bet. When all is explained, we move onto me manipulating object also known as telekineses and I start off with small blocks that I move with my hands behind my back so I only use my mind as directed. We then move up to probably the heaviest pixelated block that fell above my head and I caught with my glowing hands that shake to keep the car like weight above my head.

Who knew such a small cube could be so dense?

"Argh!" I grunt as I struggle to keep the cube up as my back starts to bend and give at the weight so I plant a foot behind me to steady myself

"Alright, Agent." Fury speaks. "For a little math lesson. You are currently holding ten tons of the heaviest natural metal in the world which is Osmium." He starts and I want to slap him across the face

"It doesn't feel like it." I groan out and drop to a knee before I push myself back up to my feet

"That's because one pound of the metal is calculated out to weigh in at about four hundred and fifty four pounds." He says and Tony snorts something about that not making sense one fucking bit and I have to agree. "Regardless, you are holding ten tons of Osmium which is just under nine million pounds you are holding." He smiles