avenge [marvel's agents of shield] (under editing)

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chapter three: lost, part two

all that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.

i throw the abandoned fish oil pills on the floorboard of my car.

"what's the point of taking fish oil anyway?" i ask myself tiredly.

i put the travel cup of tea to my lips, taking a sip.

i had to figure out a way to get to him. if the three from yesterday were SHIELD, then maybe i can act like i just figured out my gift. and they would take me in... would they?

my phone buzzes. time to get back to work. can't recover that long, i guess.

i slip out of the car, heading back inside for guard duty.

✸ ✸ ✸

i sit on the train, stealing a glance at the scene.

the man who appeared to look like my father was in a seat right in front of me, beside some agent i didn't know. rosalind sat a little bit away, sipping her coffee.

coulson gets up, moving directly in front of her.

"you're not an easy person to pin down.", he says.

rosalind smiles. "really? 'cause you were no trouble at all."

we all stand, guns loaded and pointed directly at the two.

the guy beside me takes the other guy's gun, and i hold my gun steadily in my father's direction.

we begin to cuff them, with me taking coulson.

"you look familiar.", he remarks silently, as i sit him down.

i ignore him, cuffing him up with the railing, and sitting on the opposite end of the long, train seat.

"sir, i have trouble counting without using my fingers, but i think there's more of them than us."

i stare at the man. was he serious right now?

"roger that. thanks, hunter."

so, his name was hunter.

"i would have sent a car, but then you would have suspected something, mr. coulson.", rosalind says.

her saying that made me bite my lip. it took everything i had not to yell and kill every one of my comrades, and look at my father's face and leave with him.

"i know that's the name you went by at NASA."

"at NASA, they tend to stick to last names, actually. the whole east-coast flight-school mentality is so deeply embedded.", rosalind replies coolly.

i actually sort of respected her. she manages to keep her cool around me, and actually figured out that he was my father, and invited me here in the first place. just to get a glimpse of him.

"-i feel like i'm talking to a ghost."

"whereas i'm talking to a corpse."

the brutality of rosalind's statement hit me hard, and i recoil slightly.

"in the eyes of the public, S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists. and you were killed long before the agency you worked for was pronounced dead. yet somehow you both rise from the ashes."

i stare at the two agents.

"if i wasn't so intrigued i'd be terrified."

they continue to talk, but i zone out. how could he not recognize me? has it been that long? i ponder with my thoughts, until a voice makes me join reality.

"two teams in position at the next stop, ma'am.", one of ours says.

"that's two teams for each of us. again, killing it with the math." hunter says, glancing at rosalind and leaning back.

"are you serious?" i mutter softly.

"I'm perfectly happy to answer any questions that might be bothering you now. incarceration doesn't seem totally necessary.", coulson says, and i go back to watching them.

"nice of you to be so accommodating. then, tell me," rosalind stands, leaning against the standing pole in between them, "where are you hiding them?"

them? were they a them now?

"these altered humans are a threat, and i am in charge of neutralizing that threat."

" 'by any means necessary' sounds like that's coming next. and who do you answer to?"

"mr. coulson, it's others who answer to me. the laws of nature have changed, and until the laws of man change to reflect that, we can only do what we feel is right.", rosalind fires back, and i smirk. that was a good line. i can always count on her for that.

"-blasted with some sort of energy weapon." i snap back to attention. energy weapon?

"that's not us."

"that's not us, either.", rosalind defends.

"wait," coulson says, "is this still cagey banter or are we being honest all of a sudden?"

there went seriousness. man, i missed him.

"if you're not killing these individuals then who is?"

after a moment of silence, cell phones break the silence.

"you'll have to excuse me.", rosalind says after a bit of banter, and grabs her phone, moving to another car.

coulson's phone continues to ring.

"if you don't take it out of my pocket, it's just gonna ring like that forever." he says, and the guy he was talking to edges towards him, keeping his gun pointed at coulson.

as the man reaches to get the phone, i glance at another one of ours, who was grabbing stuff out of the agent, hunter's, bag. there was a thing that looked like part of a circle, that made me feel... suspicious.

i suddenly hear grunting, and turn wildly to see that coulson had broke free... with no left hand? he punches one of our own, and points the gun in our direction, as hunter kicks the man with his bag down, and i stare at my father who didn't know who i was, a sudden beeping echoing in my ears.

the gun stayed fixated in my direction.

"i guess you didn't do all of your homework."