America's Sweetheart ( Rewritten )

A Fresh Start

Steve's POV

Fury circled the young girl slowly.

She slumped down in her chair and blinked looking unfazed. I didn't know what I was here for; to interrogate or interrupt.

"State your age and name." Fury's voice boomed over the silence.

"Darcy Rosalie Kelly, age sixteen." She said as if she's recited it a million times.

I stood behind her chair cautiously watching her intently. She had big curly hair and fair chocolate skin. She held herself like an adult, but I could sense a bit of rebelliousness in her. Her clothing looked like it had been burnt off at the seams leaving her shirt a little short, causing her back and stomach to be bare. Her whole left arm was covered in blood and she had a tight scarf wrapped around it above her elbow. She must have a deep cut. Or maybe even a bullet wound.

"You do realize you could have a lot of people with that little charade?" Fury placed his hand firmly on the table in front of her.

She sighed crossing her arms over her chest. "Why am I here Nick? I thought you knew how to pick up other people's mess. If you asked me I'd say it was your hobby."

She smiled up at Fury, masquerading as innocent. I glanced down at her curiously. Who was she to the Director that she was allowed to call him by his first name and even more ridicule him like that?

"I don't have time for this Darcy. This has gone on for way too long. You're not ready to be out there alone without any control over your abilities. You must stay here at S.H.I.E.L.D where I can keep an eye on you and have you properly trained by professionals."

She stood up from her chair while locking eyes or eye with the Director.

"You wanna know something, Nick? I don't give a fuck about what you or anyone else in this stupid organization thinks I should or shouldn't do. I blow up a sidewalk and I get hell for it? While your precious superheroes get to destroy cities and have psychotic Gods come to enslave us? Why don't you shove it up your ass for safekeeping?"

Woah. Fury's eye widened and I could clearly see the annoyance written all over his face.

"You killed someone Darcy and endangered the life of an innocent young woman!"

This small girl killed someone? "She was being attacked by that douchebag! He hit her three times in the face, twice in her gut, and then tried to get in her fucking pants. She would've gotten raped if it wasn't for me. I tried to protect her and he pulled a gun out on me! It's his fault for shooting me in the arm and pissing me off."

Fury open his mouth but was quickly cut off.

"And please tell me how many innocent lives were either killed or destroyed by your ridiculous joke of superheroes? You keep trying to put something on me that you won't bother to put on them. Why don't you look at your team for once? Stop treating them like they're your goddamn perfect children. They're nothing but a bunch of superficial idiots who got lucky enough to become famous because of the public's disadvantage to protect themselves! If anything they're immature boneheads looking for fame, attention, and a buck or two." She yelled.

Darcy turned away, looking at me, and finally acknowledged my presence and a sly smirk began to form on her face.

"I might've felt bad about saying all of that in front of you; if I had known you were there. You should consider wearing a bell."

Fury shook his head exasperated. "Captain meet Darcy Kelley. She will be your next and top priority assignment starting today."

I looked at the Director perplexed. "My next assignment?" I was a war hero. What could any mission have that involved this teenage girl?