Coronation Of Flame (A Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Repairs

Hello again! This chapter took a little long due to school finishing, but not that it's over, I'll try to update faster. Speaking of, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D's winter finale was BLOODY FANTASTIC!

Enjoy!

LittlePond

Chapter 7: Repairs

Since the adventure at the nauseating Hub nothing much happened. At least, until we got the call about a telekinetic.

When I got the message, my heart stopped, mind whirring back to a time when the wind ruffled my hair and rocks floated. But when the image of the telekinetic; Hannah Hutchins, came into view, I was simultaneously relieved and disappointed.

For a second I thought Strucker decided to let them enter my battlefield. But it seemed they still needed training. They still weren't ready.

"Kennedy," May clicked her fingers in front of my face, wrenching me out of my mind. "Yes?" I asked, blinking to recover from the fright and the cosmetics I so carefully applied. "Were you listening to anything I said?"

"Of course," I lied, turning to my native tongue.

"Then what did I say?"

Damn it, she had me there; my brain was in Eastern Europe, let alone American airspace.

"I was filling you in on the mission." May turned back to the screen with Hannah's profile on it.

"In my defence, you missed training today," I replied holding my hands up in surrender. May didn't show up to training at all, Ward wasn't even around to fill in; I spent the morning with the punching bag.

"That was unavoidable."

"Oh?" I scoffed, sarcasm overpowering diplomacy, "You probably got laid by some dude from the hotel." Side note: We finished a mission only last night and stayed in a hotel in Belgium. Silence reigned, and for a moment I thought I was actually right.

"The reasons why I miss training are confidential."

It wasn't approval, but not denial either. Smirking, I found myself at a crossroad; be a diplomat, or dig for information. "I had to tell you why I was late last week, Cavalry."

Curiosity won.

May's shoulders straightened into a morbid line, no longer a woman but a mercenary. "That's a card you don't get to play."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed, unwilling to surrender my pride. "It means; no one is allowed to call me that." A gentle, cruel smile played on my lips. "Maybe I wouldn't if you told me what happened."

It was true; the only one in this business- excluding the Avengers- with a nickname was me, and I would love to know just how May joined in.

"That's my business." May stalked out to greet Coulson and Skye, whose footsteps echoed below. "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D was about protection; that involves trust," I replied.

"Then you entered the wrong group."

After climbing down, both May and Coulson shut me down in terms of going with them to bring in the telekinetic. I couldn't talk of my personal investment, so I couldn't push near as much as I would've liked.

The file on Hannah Hutchins was sad enough to be written by Shakespeare.

Hannah Hutchins was the safety inspector at her town's particle accelerator- which was awesome- until it exploded under her watch, killing 4. Being a religious community, she was blamed for the fatalities, which seemed to trigger her 'telekinesis.'