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

3 || Where Do I Begin? || 3

When my vision came round, the first thing I saw was a wall. A wall with a pattern of hexagons

Is this what death is like? I questioned myself. If so, then why hadn't it happened sooner.

But when I realized I wasn't dreaming or dead, I figured I was in a jail of some sort. My head was still throbbing but I could still think some what.

I sat up on my elbows and saw the whole room was full of hexagons. I was laying on a mattress on the ground that was a few feet away from a table that had two chairs, one on each side.

I rubbed the side of my head just as the door to one side of the room swung open. The man in the suit appeared once more.

He came towards me just as I started to get up. I regret that. The moment I was standing straight I felt dizzy and nauseous.

I lost my balance and almost fell over but the man caught me. He held me up and guided me to sit down in one of the chairs at the table.

While I regained my vision once more a girl with hazel brown hair and dark eyes came in. She was carrying a bottle of water. She held it out to me.

I took it and thanked her. I expected her to leave but she stayed where she was.

The man in the suit sat down before me and introduced himself.

"I'm Agent Coulson and you're here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D, ever heard of it." He asked. I shook my head.

When I realized what was going down was an interogation I tried to kept a straight face but apparently failed.

"Don't worry, we're not going to hurt." This, Agent Coulson sounded genuine to me but apparently my mouth was faster than my brain.

"Yeah, that's kind of the same as when the doctor says 'it's not gonna hurt' before they do the thing that hurts." I put on my 'oh well' face and almost instantly felt ashamed. I never considered myself as the badass, rebel type.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed." The Agent returned my sarcasm and smiled as though he was the king of the world.

Gaping, I looked away and decided what my next move was going to be. I also decided that I was going to be set on getting out of here as soon as possible and should get down to business.

"What am I doing here?" I sat forward in my seat and didn't let any other face, but my I'm-really-serious-I'll-rip-your-throat-out-serious face show.

"That's the same question we're asking you," Agent Coulson sat back in his chair and gestured outwardly. "I believe you were at the wrong place at the wrong time when we found you in the warehouse."

I placed my elbows on the table, brought my hands together and hid my nose and mouth behind them. I took a breath. Green was the thought that ran through my head.

The events of what happened swam through my mind in a blur and I closed my eyes to subside the pain.

When I opened my eyes, they swarmed the place, everywhere except the eyes of either of the people before me. It was like if they looked me straight in the eye, they would see the men- and occasional women- I had killed for a stupid non-existent.... goodbye.

"So," The Agent continued, "tell me how you ended up in an abandoned warehouse with the guy who left you with a black eye and a concussion. And why." Agent Coulson pointed at my left eye.

I placed my right hand on the table while my left went up to my eye. I pressed gently and surely enough there was a bruise that gave off pain.

I thought for a second. I must seem like some helpless victim who stumbled upon Green's warehouse hide-out when in honesty I was there on purpose. If these people found out the complete truth who knows what they'll do. So I did the obvious thing and stood up for myself...with snark.

"Wait a moment, I'm not just going to give you everything, especially sine you're just some random guy who I just met." I flared my hands around a little for some extra spice.

"And could possibly be a killer," I muttered under my breath, avoiding eye contact.

Coulson stood up from his chair and stared down at me. "Oh don't worry, you won't be telling me." When I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, he gesture toward the dark haired girl, the one who brought me the water," you'll be telling her."

The girl came forward and took the seat. The Agent left the room and I felt myself relax a little.

She held out her hand to me when she finally got comfy. "I'm Skye," I took her hand, "and I don't think anyways asked you, but what's your name?"

I realized so far no one had even cared enough to ask me that. Well, to be exact only the agent didn't ask and he was the only person new I've met so far.

I let go of her hand, placed my hands in my lap and sat back in my seat.

"I'm Odessa." I sighed waiting for her to snicker like everyone else whose heard my name.

She just smiled and said, "Cool name."

"Thanks," I mumbled. "so are you suppose to be 'good cop?'" I grabbed my bottle of water and decided to open it.

Skye laughed before asking, "What? You think Coulson is 'bad cop?' Phil would never hurt a fly."

"If you say so." I said without much enthusiasm and took a swig of fresh water.

"No seriously, we aren't here to hurt you," Skye told me. "if anything we're here to help you and while we help you, you help us." Skye smiled once more as I sat there wide eyed.

"Help me?" I gaped. "Is kidnapping me helpful?"

Skye kept smiling but her smile was trying to contain giggles.

"What?" I asked clearly not getting the 'joke.'

"Nothing," Skye let a grin take place of the giggles. "You just remind me of the time I was kidnapped too and interrogated in this very room."

"What?!" I was shocked. "You were also kidnapped? and now you work for your kidnappers? What did they do, brainwash you?" I chuckled.

This Skye chick wasn't so bad, I told my screaming conscience.

"Well, I'm more of an onboard consultant than an agent." We both started giggling and chuckling.

Once we regained ourselves Skye set down the facts for me.

"Look I now you want to probably go home and get back to life," Skye began. "but it would be awesome if you could tell us anything you know about that guy at the warehouse."

I sighed, "Ok well, first off, I don't have a home and I can't tell you anything about 'that guy'; I could tell you everything." I don't know what made me say this but honestly I truly wanted to go back to my normal life.

 Somewhere inside me I felt like there was something telling me to share the dangers of Green.

Green, at first glance, didn't seem like the kind of person who was dangerous, but I, myself, have witnessed how sometimes danger tends to follow the only best friend I had.

"Everything?" Skye seemed surprised.

"Yes." I took a moment before saying this and then let out a sigh. I looked away and at the wall. "You could say my life definitely includes...Green." I swallowed hard.

"Green?" Skye asked.

"It's like there's an echo in here," I glared back over at Skye but refrained from being too harsh. "Yes, Green. That's your mystery man's name. Green Kingsman."

Leaning forward in my seat, I whispered, "Where do you want me to begin?"

"The very beginning." Skye nodded her head slightly.