What Will I Become(Agents of SHEILD Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

"Tell me about your wife" the girl asked. The doctor smiled at the memory. "She was beautiful. Kind, generous, and she loved our Daisy". The girl looked down at the mention of Daisy. "She was absolutely magnificent,an angel".The girl's eyes perked up and she lifted her head. "An angel" the girl asked. The doctor smiled. "Yes. An angel" the doctor then frowned. "Until she was butchered by HYDRA".

I was beginning to lose count of exactly how long I had been in the Shield prison. I had made enough origami flowers to cover an entire wall and my patience was growing incredibly thin. I was just starting to wonder if I was getting out, when I heard the sound of guards crying out for help and being silenced with a gunshot. I knew exactly who list was. My connection with Centipede had played off, and the Clairvoyant was coming to break me out. I calmly sat on the bed and waited for one of the Centipede soldiers to open the cell door and walk in. I was finally getting out of this dump. As the door opened, my joy turned to dread as Grant Ward walked through the door. Whatever he was doing here must not be for a good reason, considering that he was working for agent Coulson. I quickly stood up and backed away. "What are you doing here" I asked, careful not to let the fear I felt be heard. He pulled out a box and handed it to me. "A gift from the Clairvoyant" he gruffly replied. I opened the box and pulled out a beautiful red dress with black flowers printed on the dress. I smiled. Not only did the Clairvoyant value my intelligence, but he genuinely noticed me. He probably knew what I wanted from him. He was Clairvoyant after all. My amazement for him was growing more than ever, and I was getting closer than ever to what I wanted. "Put it on and let's move. The chopper's waiting" Ward said hurriedly. I smiled, the evident happiness and satisfaction I felt was more than present on my face. "Gladly" I said.

Once we had left the Shield prison, Ward told me we were on our way to meet the Clairvoyant. I waited with anticipation as we reached a small barber shop on one of the street stores. The setting seemed a little too primitive for someone as sophisticated and wealthy as the Clairvoyant. " Are you sure this is the place" I asked Ward. He nodded as we walked into the shop. There were only two people in the shop. A barber, and the man who's hair he was cutting. Ward went to stand next to the man in the chair as the barber fished his work. "Thank you Ernesto" the Clairvoyant said, slowly stepping out of the chair. He slowly stepped out of the chair. "You must be Raina" he said with a smile. I stared at him in awe, afraid to even speak to him. I slowly gathered my words and carefully began to speak. "And you must be the Clairvoyant ".