The Developing {An Agents Of Shield Fanfiction} [2]

Outcast

We stepped into a seperate room...unlike the one they once had on the Bus. This one was almost an entirely different section of the lab. Simmons led us to a corner with a medical chair and an observation desk with a computer next to it.

"Just like old times, yeah?", she piped up.

"Yeah," I replied, looking around at the familiar setup. "Except that the last time I sat in that chair I had a much bigger headache." I glanced at Peter. "And you were locked in a basement."

A tiny smile creased his lips as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "How could I forget?".

Simmons sat in the chair beside the desk. "Peter, we'll do you first, since we have a minimal health record of you overall. Fitz will you do me a favor and fetch the blood kit and the portable CAT scanner?".

"Sure," he said, walking out. I watched him as he left. I still couldn't wrap my head around what was different about him. I shook my head and turned back to see Peter having a seat in the chair. Simmons began asking him simple questions: height, weight, physical activity, diet...and typing them into her computer as he answered. I crossed my arms, biting my nail as I thought. 

Quite a few things were troubling me. Lincoln, for one. Still trying to figure him out. And Skye! I mean...Daisy. She had powers now, even if I don't know what they are. Fitz. Then there's him.I thought about asking him what had happened...but even that might be too personal. Well...God, I don't know. I'm not sure of anything right now. 

I looked up as Fitz reentered the room, holding a small plastic box and struggling to hold a large piece of machinery. I stepped forward and grabbed the small box for him, which he thanked me for and grabbed the larger machinery with both hands, walking to Peter's chair and beginning to install it on the headrest. I handed the box to Simmons.

"Thank you," she said, opening it and revealing small tubes and a few needles. I watched Fitz install the machine, making eye contact with Peter in the process. He smiled and I returned the favor, but I knew what he really felt. I felt the faint and distant dread, traced with small amounts of fear. Probably the machine in the chair bringing back unwanted memories. I didn't blame him. In fact I related. Being back in this place awakened a place in my mind that had been untouched since I took those drugs. The pain, the voices...they were still there. Just locked up. But being back here...it was certainly rattling the cage.

Simmons rolled her chair over to Peter and he rolled up his sleeve, allowing her to draw blood. Fitz stepped out from behind the chair and walked over to the computer, bringing up a few seperate screens. "Were just doing to run a few diagnostics if that's okay. Nothing major," Fitz said.

"Yeah, sure," Peter replied. The machine whirred and he glanced up at it as it broadcasted multiple lines of light over his face. He looked back at me and smiled. I laughed at his goofy expression. 

"Extraordinary," Simmons said. 

"What?," Peter and I both said.

"Oh, not to worry," she replied. "I'm just comparing your blood sample to these scans, and I think I know how you get your powers."

"How?," he asked.

"You see, light waves are a form of energy that our eyes can pick up. How they are reflected in different ways are what allow us to see color. Now the portion of your brain that allows us sight is extremely hyperactive on our scans. The nerve paths don't only lead to your eyes, but all over your body, which is what I assume allows you to absorb light waves. Now the same way we soak up Vitamin D from the Sun is how you absorb the waves. It oxidizes in your blood, except in your case extreme amounts. It therefore travels throughout your body and allows you to control it in streams..or bursts...or however..."