Kyra. - [Clint Barton/Avengers]

The Man With The Eyepatch

.- Kyra Daniels -. 

   I run my hands through my disheveled curls, sighing. It was stressful, keeping my tail inside my jeans and my real ears down against my head. I'm sure you're questioning, tail and ears? What the hell? Well, i'm a hybrid. One of the only few in the world, to be exact. I do not attack, unless provoked. 

   I've been on the run for years now. Away from my problems, away from my enemies, away from the ones who I thought cared for me. Pushing the door of the small coffee shop, I examine the place. Tables were occupied, some people even glancing at me with distaste in their eyes. I don't blame them, to be honest. I would too. 

   My hair was covered in mud, my face also covered with dirt. My clothes were torn and ragged, my jeans had cuts on them. My 'coat', I doubt I could call it that, was thin as scrap paper. I ignore their stares, sitting down at the table besides the window. I sigh in relief as I rest my feet, my back against the soft plush of the chair. 

   The chair across from me scrapes, and I lift my head. In front of me was a tall, black man with an eyepatch. There was a scar above and under it, and it scared me the most to be honest. I held back as a hiss as he sat down, staring at me. Underneath his elbows, was a file. 

   "Kyra Daniels, I pressume," he tells. I don't reply. He leans back against the chair. Without noticing, my tail made its way out of the back of my jeans, resting against my thigh. The man accidentally drops his spoon, and he leans underneath the table to get it. He freezes, just for a moment, before looking back up. 

   "Who are you going to tell me on now?" I ask quietly, keeping my eyes locked on my hands that were on my lap. I see him purse his lips through my eyelashes. 

   "No one," he replies, pausing for a moment. "If you cooperate." my ears stand up at this, my eyes snapping up at him. My tail no longer hides, as it rests on my upper arm. People start to leave, fright covering their eyes as they see what I am. I bare my fangs for a moment, before shutting my mouth. 

   "Depends on what you what me to cooperate on," I say. He replies by sliding the file to me, and I easily catch it. My tail taps on the table as I open it. Inside it, was a small picture of me, my biography, my age (26), and my family. I look up at him. "What's the point of all this, then? Showing me a picture of myself and stating things I already know?" 

   "I'm Nick Fury," the man replies. I raise my eyebrows in interest. I didn't ask him that, I was just wondering what his name was. "And, I'm asking you to do me -- the world a favor," he pauses again. 

   That's when he pops the question. "I need you, to join The Avengers."