S.H.I.E.L.D is Real {Agents of SHIELD Fanfic}

2 || Green Past, Red Future || 2

That clever bastard, I thought. Of course Green would use something that was associated with his name.

It was weird because the warehouse was probably half a century old but what was now before me was telling me a totally different story. The whole room was full of high technology and really bright lights. There weren't any windows but a bunch of piping and cords were coming from the walls.

I had to squint to be able to gather my surroundings. It felt like I'd just walked into the future where everyone is basically half robot.

The room wasn't rather empty either, it had multiple machines huddle up in the center of the standard sized room.

Fascinated, I slowly stepped in and towards the wall to the right of me. It had multiple buttons, lever and lights like a control station. I attempted the urge to press a button but my hand still extended itself towards the wall. My hand was inches away from touching button before me, when a voice almost made me jump out of my skin.

"Don't touch anything." The voice was somewhat weak but I could identify who it was. Frozen in place by the voice, I swallowed before releasing another shaky breath.

I turned around to face the center of the room hoping to see the source of the voice. I didn't exactly see what I wanted, but at the center of the room there happened to have been an operating table that I must have missed when I first enter the room for there was machinery surrounding it. There was tubing that was curling from the machines, to the table and under a sheet that covered a lanky figure laying on the table.

I placed my gun back in its slot on my belt. It landed with a small thud that reminded me of the dead man outside the room.

As I cautiously approached the operating table, putting a hand to the pulse in my neck to calm me. My pulse wasn't exactly calm at the moment.

When the table and the figure was a few feet before me, I could hardly breath. I was really scared that the voice I heard before hadn't come from the figure that lay before me, but at the same time I was scared that it was.

I swallowed once more and without a second thought I removed the sheet from the figure. What lay before me was exactly what I wanted. Green.

He looked asleep but as handsome as I remembered him. He was wearing a normal pair of jeans, a black tee, a plaid button up, and a jacket, it was the normal-est thing I'd ever seen and smiled as the thought of everything being perfectly ok came to mind. I continued smiling when I saw he was also wearing the red converse I had given him a year back or so.

It had been another year without our families and only each other. We usually had Christmases with other lonely teenagers but that year everyone was either gone, in jail, and occasionally dead. We had joyed ourselves as Green opened the box with the shoes, and I never did tell him I had stolen them. Either way, I bet he wouldn't have cared.

Suddenly I felt the sudden desire to ruffle his hair like I used to. I was also remembering his laugh when he opened the box and thanked me.

But I was ripped from the good memory by the same voice saying, "I always like it when you smiled." The slim body started to move and I took a moment to decide to look up, away from the shoes, and when I did look up I almost felt the need to cry.

Green looked better when he was awake. His forest green eyes open and bold. His slightly hazel brown hair always messed up. His eyes was how he got his name at the orphanage. He had just one night shown up as a baby in a basket at the front door of his orphanage and his eyes was what identified him.

But now his eyes sadly seemed to be fading like the light from the sky was. Which reminded me to be quick.

Green smiled at me and sat up which took him a while as the tubing restrained him a bit. He still hugged me despite the obstacle. I hugged him back and a single tear slipped down my check.