Five minutes had passed since Tony left, and Jayden couldn't stop fidgeting. Doctor Doirs had returned to her computer when she caught that the girl still wasn't too comfortable around her. She was still a doctor, after all. Theo quickly became bored and fiddled with the limp fingers on her lap.
She wished Tony would hurry with this SHIELD so she could go back to the penthouse and never have to think about doctors again. She wasn't stupid; she knew SHIELD had come for her. Undoubtedly, they wanted to question her and potentially take her away. The thought made her anxious. Hopefully, Tony would keep his promise and refuse them.
Doctor Doirs sighed a few minutes later and swivelled her chair. "So, Jayden, how are you finding it here?"
"It's good," she answered quietly. "It's better than the streets."
Doirs' brows arched in sympathy, and Jayden hated the look, turning away. She peered at Theo and wriggled her fingers as he batted them.
She knew people would naturally take pity on her when they heard of her history. She detested it. She wanted to be treated like anyone else, but it wouldn't happen. Even if they hadn't a clue who she was. The lab made her grow up, and so she acted mature for her age, from the way she talked to the way she walked.
Doirs moved on her chair, wheeling herself to the corner of the room where a rucksack was nestled. She rifled through it, and Jayden didn't see what she pulled out until she was in front of her, holding it as an offering.
It was a cookie, and Jayden narrowed her eyes, not moving to take it.
"It's not poisoned, I promise," Doctor Doirs said without offence. If anything, she sounded slightly amused. "As a reward of sorts, I know coming here wasn't easy. I want to show my thanks."
Theo nudged her hand, and she stared at the cookie for a moment more before she slowly reached and took it. The chocolatiness immediately relaxed her, but she still kept to herself. Doirs stepped back, smiling at her progress.
"I would've given you a sticker, but it seems I haven't any left."
"Stickers?"
"Oh, they're... small pictures you can stick on your clothes."
Her confusion only deepened. "Adults enjoy that?"
"Most of them, no, but I know a few certain heroes who secretly do."
"Who?"
"Ah, now that would be telling."
Her brows furrowed, but before she could pick up the courage to ask, a stoic-looking woman appeared at the doorway.
It was clear she wasn't a doctor or someone who worked here: her clothing was professional, with a navy blazer hanging over her tailored trousers. Her unnaturally pale complexion complemented the greying hair tied in an orderly bun. Her posture was stiff as she surveyed the room with a grim glint before landing on Jayden on the table.
The woman's hand twitched by her side. There was a slight lift in the side of her blazer, startlingly similar to where lab soldiers would keep their firearms. Her eyes drilled into Jayden's. Calculating, crisp, dangerous. Jayden squirmed, feeling like she had done something wrong by just being present.
"Doctor Doirs," she spun to the doctor, her voice sharp. "Agent Jaquelin Hoel. SHIELD," she said, pulling out and showing her badge. "Jayden will come with me to be interviewed."
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that," Doctor Doirs declared, stepping in between.
"You have no choice, doctor."
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Unforeseen¹
FanfictionJYD2641 had enough. In her seven years, she's only ever known the cruel hands of her doctors, who were determined to make her the next Winter Soldier. All she'd ever known was death, pain, and fear. Instead of a parent's loving embrace, she had the...
