We Could Rule

The Bus

The strangers had taken me away in a small plane, which was where I saw three other people. What was I thinking? These could be the bad guys and I could be killed at any moment! Panicked thoughts were rushing through my head as I strapped myself into the chair. The others took no notice of me, busying themselves with other things. I was left to sit in silence, watching the others fuss over what had just happened. The same woman who had convinced me to come along with them sat next to me, buckling the seat belt.

"I'm surprised that you're not freaking out." She smiled.

"Oh believe me, I am. I'm probably just in shock." I tried to not show I was panicked.

"I'm Skye by the way."

"Bethan."

"Here, I'll introduce you to everyone. That over there is Jemma Simmons," she pointed towards a woman with a bob, smiling whilst looking through a first aid kit,"she's very nice, easy to get along with; standing next to her is the boss, Agent Phil Coulson, don't get on the wrong side of him, and finally, we have Melinda May, she's flying the plane. However, don't piss her off, she is the best agent I've ever seen."

"But what are you agents of?"

"Oh, uh-"

"Miss Hills, I'm so sorry about what happened back there." Agent Coulson interrupted."I'm Agent Phil Coulson, I hope that you're not too startled to talk."

"No, I think I should be alright." I answered, wanting to know answers.

"We are a part of a secret service called S.H.I.E.L.D, it stand for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." He held up his badge, showing me the logo.

"Right, is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"No, hopefully not. But what just happened back at your house has caused you to be put in serious danger. Once we get to the Bus we'll explain further."

"The Bus?"

"Like I said, we'll explain later."

                *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Stepping out from the back of the small jet, we walked into an airbase, which held a huge plane in the middle of it. Things such as weapons and science equipment were being loaded onto it. Skye glanced at me, seeing that I was confused. She smiled and took me to the plane, which she informed me was the Bus.

      To my surprise there were tow cars parked in front of a small lab. Agents all around me pushed past to set the many crates down, looking like they were in a hurry. I saw Jemma in the lab and she waved. Another scientist looked confused at me but he waved too. Awkwardly waving back I followed Skye into the lab.

"Hey guys. Coulson told me to bring Bethan here for a checkup." Skye informed them.

"Well, if you'd like to sit up on here." Jemma smiled, gesturing towards a hospital like bed."Are you hurting anywhere?"

"Uh, I'm only aching in a few areas." I croaked out.

        Skye came to stand beside me, mouthing that it was 'ok'.

"From what I can see there is no damage. You're very lucky to not have any serious injuries."

"Why? Were thy supposed to injure me? Was that their plan?!"

"No, no, of course not!" Skye butted in.

The male scientist spoke up."Well we don't really know that for certain, we don't know anything about her."

"Fitz!" Jemma hissed.

"Right, sorry."

Jemma sighed."You'll just need some rest. Try not to do too much physical movement that could cause it to hurt anymore, OK?"

       Once Jemma had given me the all clear, Skye took me out of the lab and led me up a winding staircase; this led onto the main part of the plane. It was well furbished and could be mistaken for a celebrity's private jet...if that celebrity had high functioning technology to use for secret missions. Skye sat me down on a sofa telling me to stay in place. Now I was alone and I still had no clue what was going on.

"Sir, we need to leave. It's too dangerous-" a man walked into the room who I had not met as he talked into an earpiece. He froze when he saw me."Let's just get going."

     Although I had no clue who he was, I knew that I was a little flustered at how handsome he was. I broke the eye contact that was happening, playing with my fingers. We weren't alone for very long (thank god) as Agent Coulson came in.

"Ah, Ward, glad you're here." Coulson said, perching on the arm of the sofa.

"Sir." He greeted.

"This is the woman under threat by HYDRA. Now, I want you two to come with me to my office, we have a lot of talking to do."

      We followed him to yet another staircase and into a small office full of random items; I guessed that he was a collector of some sort as most of the items looked similar. Ward and I sat down in the chairs opposite the desk waiting for Coulson to start talking.

He sat down, rearranging things on his desk as he spoke."Miss Hills, this is my top agent Grand Ward and Ward this is Bethan Hills. Now as one of my best and most trusted agents I need you to protect Miss Hills whilst she is in our care."

"Yes sir."

"Trust me when I say this Miss Hills, with Ward here, you'll be completely safe. I'm going to brief all of my team on this but you can't be there as it's confidential. Ward will show you to your room."

        As we left, I started to feel light headed. It took me a while to comprehend what was happening. The so called 'top agent' led me down a narrow hallway, typing in a code onto a touchscreen on the wall before opening a door for me. The room was dark, with only a steel table and a bed that unfolded from the wall. Ward shut the door behind him.

"I'm guessing this is where you keep your prisoners?" I squeaked, inspecting the place.

"Well, usually yes, but it's currently being rented out by a damsel in distress." He smiled a little.

        I collapsed onto one of the chairs next to the desk, sighing.

"Look, I know that this seems very scary," He dragged the chair to my side of the table and sat with me,"but you're going to have to trust us. There are some very bad people out there and S.H.I.E.L.D's job is to protect other from them."

"They just....I've never been that terrified in all my life. Who were they? What did they want with me?"

"I can't answer any of those questions, Coulson has to tell you."

"So for now I'm just going to have to sit here?"

"Pretty much."