𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

1.9

feb 8 2007

Nakia had been pacing the white room she was in practically all morning. She was so nervous she could feel her knees bobbing. What if she messed up today or her anxiety messed and she lost control and hurt someone? What if they locked her in forever?

She ran her fingers through her curly hair. She smelled horrible. Nakia wanted to take a shower and change out of this uniform. She picked at the crest on her sweater. All she wanted to do was get rid of it. Burn it, bury it she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to move on.

But Nakia just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It could be Reginald. Maybe he'd pop out of nowhere and force her back to the academy. Then she'd be stuck in that damn basement for the rest of her miserable life.

Or maybe it was the agents here.S he was way too quick to say anything to them. Perhaps they were planning on her slipping up in public so they could lock her up forever.

She sighed. Five always told her she was an extreme overthinker. She didn't know why she was freaking out so badly. All she had to do was try to be nice and keep her freaky powers under control.

She groaned as she slunk into her spot. She tilted her head. Nakia was going to miss this corner.

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Thomas Overton was packing up for the night. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted this kid in his house. He knew why Phil Nat and Clint were doing this.

As he walked to the white room, he couldn't help but feel anxious about this. He had no idea what he was getting into. What if she blew his house up?

He met Phil at the entrance of the door.

"Are you sure about this," Thomas questioned.

"You've got to think positively man," Phil said, smiling. "This might be good for the both of you." Thomas sighed. "And Fu-"

"He already signed off on it. Nat and Clint went home for the night. You're not getting out of this."

Thomas rubbed his forehead. Coulson sighed. "She seems like a good kid. Just give it a try."

Thomas grumbled before opening the door.

The girl was sitting in the corner biting her nails. He sighed again. The way she sat, the way her eyes darted toward him frantically.

She reminded him so much of her.

And he hated that.

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Nakia held her breath as she heard the door open. Her eyes shot towards the figure opening the door, eyes as wide as golf balls. It was just that Thomas guy. She sighed a breath of relief.

He raised an eyebrow as Phil walked away. He turned his attention back to Nakia.

"You ready to go?" Nakia stood up brushing off her skirt. She nodded, walking towards him. Giving her a quick nod, he turned on his heel and left. She followed behind him leaving the white room behind.

As she walked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. she couldn't help but feel watched. She felt as if someone's eyes were burning into the back of her head. When Nakia turned around, she couldn't see anything. She felt really uncomfortable.

Hearing someone clear their throat, she looked back in front of her to see Thomas holding the door open for her.

"Everything okay,"

Nakia nodded, picking up her pace, throwing her sweater on and finally leaving S.H.I.E.L.D behind.

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It was freezing outside. Well, not for Nakia. She had her body heat to warm her up. She could hear the man's teeth chattering as they walked through the parking lot to his car.

Overton drove a black truck. It was sleek and smooth and it was incredibly cool. As she climbed into the truck she felt the overwhelming smell of orange and lavender. It was strangely pleasant. She climbed into the seat next to Overton.

"Seatbelt."

She looked over at the man before buckling her seatbelt. He started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.

Nakia pressed her head against the headrest as the radio began to play. She raised an eyebrow as a type of music she'd never heard began playing in the truck. She looked over to Overton drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Nakia reached over to the radio, changing the station. She smiled as she heard Tiffany come on. She laid back on the headrest.

The music changed back to what was previously playing. Nakia stared at Thomas.

"What," he said, focusing on the road. "My car, my music. Why would you ever change Nas?"

She frowned. What the hell was a Nas?

She turned away from him, leaning against the car window, feeling the cool glass massage her head.

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Forty minutes later, Nakia felt herself being shaken awake. She opened up her eyes to see Thomas patting her back. When he noticed she was awake, he got out of the truck. She blinked, rubbing her eyes as she watched him enter his house. She sighed before getting out of the truck herself and began walking to the house.

Trash and cigarette buds litter the street. There was an argument happening down the block and a car had just passed blasting a song she couldn't recognize.

Thomas's house was particularly small. It was rectangular and beaten down. The paint on the walls was blue. The paint was shedding and the door was off the hinges. The blinds on the windows seemed to be broken.

Nakia walked into the house, which was cleaned excessively. She walked down a narrow hallway to find Thomas in the small room on the left.

He was sitting on a large bed, taking off his shoes when he noticed the girl staring at him.

"Bathrooms down the hall," he muttered. Nakia nodded before running off.

Nakia entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She noticed a towel on the sink, a toothbrush, a bar of soap, and an outfit. She smiled slightly as she turned on the shower.

The water was warm, feeling good on her skin. She knew she smelled horrible.

After her shower, she dryer herself on and slipped the t-shirt and shorts on. It was extremely long, stopping at her knees. It was white with flowers over it. The shorts were pink. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom.

Alerting Thomas she was finished, he stepped out of his room and motioned for Nakia to follow him. They walked into a different room.

This room was painted white with dark gray polka dots and fluffy clouds. There was a matching carpet on the floor. White boxes lined the room, filled with children's toys. There was a small gray canopy bed tucked into the corner with white curtains on it. There were small lights over the canopy spreading all over the room. Nakia looked in awe.

"You can stay in here," Thomas said, crossing his arms. Nakia nodded before moving towards the bed.

She hesitantly climbed in, almost sinking because of how soft it was.

"Thank you," she murmured. Thomas gave her a quick nod before shutting the door.

Nakia tried her best to maneuver in the bed before finally closing her eyes to get some sleep.