𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

1.6

jan 29 2007

Nakia slowly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding. What happened? She raised her head. The memories of the alleyway came back in flashes.

Shit.

She had to have been back at the academy. With Reginald. He was going to lock her in the basement and throw away the key. And now that her siblings hated her, she'd be isolated and alone for the rest of her pathetic life.

She groaned, raising her head. She knew her eyes were still fuzzy, but she was positive this wasn't her basement. The walls were darker, the floor looked cemented and she was eighty percent sure she was sitting at a table. Nakia tried to move her wrists but they seemed to be handcuffed to the table.

There was a mirror in front of her. The closer she looked at herself the more confused she was. Her reflection didn't resemble her at all. At least she didn't think she did. She looked way younger than she actually should.

She heard a door opening, she turned her head to see a figure walking in. They didn't look like Reginald or Grace. Nakia furrowed her eyebrows.

"I see you're awake," the figure said, taking a seat. It was a male voice. He was balding and had blue eyes.

"My name is Agent Phil Coulson," the man said. "I work at S.H.I.E.L.D. Can I ask for your name?"

Nakia remained silent. She wasn't going to tell this random person her name. She didn't know if he was really an agent, he could just have been some random guy.

Phil sighed, nodding. "Okay, well how old are you?" Nakia remained silent, staring at the man.

"Can you speak English?"

Nakia blinked.

"Can you talk at all?"

Nakia fiddled with her fingers. He was really bad at this.

"Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

Nakia turned her attention down to her wrists. The cuffs on her hand were stinging, and they were on so tight it felt like she was losing blood circulation. She grunted trying to find heat in her body to get the cuffs off.

Phil snapped his fingers. "Who are you? Where did you come from?" Nakia stared at him, before turning to look at her cuffed wrists.

The man's expression softened before he stood up and left the room. Nakia groaned, laying her head on the table.

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"She won't even breathe loudly," Phil announced as he walked into the room.

Natasha sighed. It had been two days after that night the girl had woken up, and it wasn't a very pivotal moment. She had been absolutely silent, not muttering a word.

Phil walked over to his partner, Thomas who had been standing by the glass, staring at the girl.

Fury commented, "What do you think Clint, you're pretty quiet."

Clint, who had been pacing mumbled, "It's not entirely impossible. Nat do you think she's from -"

Natasha shook her head. "No, that's impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Fury sighed. "I have to tell the Council something. They think she's a terrorist."

"Tip," Phil whispered. "What do we do?"

Timothy sighed. "You want her to tell you something? You have to promise her something. Tell her you'll take the cuffs off. They obviously make her uncomfortable." He shoved his hands in his pockets.

Phil looked over to Fury. He sighed, nodding. Natasha handed him the keys as he walked into the room.

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Nakia slowly raised her head as Phil walked back into the room. He smiled as he sat down spreading his palms to reveal a set of steel keys. Nakia's eyes narrowed.

"If you tell me your name," Phil stated. "They'll let me take the cuffs off." She cringed, slinking back into her chair.

Maybe this guy was an agent. I mean why else would he need a name? How badly did she mess up? She only set two city blocks on fire. It was an accident.

She just wanted to go home. Even though home didn't feel like home anymore. She didn't even know what she wanted anymore. Thinking made her head hurt. All she wanted to do was not be here anymore.

Nakia tilted her head as she felt a strange presence wash over the room. She gritted her teeth. Now was not the time for her powers to go haywire. This guy was her ticket out of her.

She watched in disgust as a black tentacle-like vine snapped out of her palm and wrapped around the man's hand. It began to squeeze around his arms as he grunted in pain. She cringed as he yelled out dropping the keys.

Nakia hesitated, looking at Coulson before grabbing the keys. The vine released itself disappearing into black smoke.

Phil backed out of the room hearing a voice.

"Number Eight," she grumbled, unlocking her wrists. "My name is Number Eight."

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"Phil, what the hell?" Tip yells, walking towards Coulson. "You were supposed to wait for her to answer."

Phil rubbed his wrists against each other, before staring at his friend. "You mean you didn't-didn't see that thing?"

"You mean the kid?"

"No! The thing, the slimy vine thing that nearly snapped my wrist!"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "Have you been sleeping lately, Coulson?"

"You're telling me that you guys didn't see any of that?" Clint shook his head.

"Only the keys."

"She said her name was Number Eight," Natasha spoke up, as she started pacing around.

"Could have been programmed to say that," Thomas said, crossing his arms.

"That means child experiments. This kid could be a weapon." Clint shrugged. "What do we do with her?"

Fury nodded. "Get Pierce down here. He needs to see this. And keep her in isolation. There might be more of her coming."