S.H.I.E.L.D Is The Enemy

Understand

Steve's P.O.V. 
      After Makenna walks away I look at everyone's astonished faces. Phil is her Father. How could we not know this? 

       I turn and walk after her. Someone grabs my arm and turns me around.
      "Steve don't." Clint says," I get that you've lost your parents but this different. There is nothing you can say to her right now that can make her feel better. Let me talk to her." I step back and Clint passes me and goes up the stairs. 

Makenna's P.O.V.
      Phil Coulson, my dad? How is this even possible? I did the tests , I checked the facts all signs pointed to someone else. Yet, here we are.  After years of searching all I found was a father, who was dead. What do I do with that information? How do I move on? This whole search lead to one piece of information that I wasn't ready to hear. 

     I take a deep breathe as someone knocks on the door. I get up and go open it. There, looking like a lost puppy, was Clint Barton. 
     "I'm fine." I say as I walk back into my room. I hear him follow me. 
     "If you were fine that letter wouldn't be out." I knew he was talking about the letter on my bed. It was the one my adoptive parents left for me. But now I know, it wasn't really them. She wasn't actually my mother. 

       "I know you're right." I pick the letter up," But, I'm done with all the sappy mushy stuff." I tear the letter in half and then throw it in the small fire place. I watch as it burns to ashes. "This is no longer about finding my parents or feeling like I belong. No, now this is about what is going on right now. Getting rid of this ice inside of me." I turn towards Clint. "I'm done being small and fragile. I will do anything it takes to get rid of it. Anything." 
        "Aren't you going a little over  board? You just found out that your Father is dead and now you are going to go on a rampage?" He comes closer to me and puts his hands on my arms. "You need to rake a break. Between this and Stark's' experiments, you are going to overexert yourself and let the ice, that you want to get rid of, out" I shake his arms off of me. 
        "No!" I say," You don't get it. Every day for the last 10 years I have been searching for my parents, only to find out that my parents aren't actually my parents. So, you tell me, where is my time to sit down and relax? I have killed so many people, and come to find out that I can't stop it because it's in my genes. It's in me because a creepy German scientists hard wired me to kill!" With the last yell I throw a table. As soon as the table hits the ground I realize what I just did. I put one hand over my mouth. What am I becoming? Tony was right. I take a deep breathe and turn around to Clint. "Where is your phone?" I ask. he gets it out of his back pocket and I grab it. 
        "Hey!" He says getting up. I open up his phone and find the call sign. I type in Tony's number and call it. 
         "Clint. I knew you would call." 
          "It's not Clint." I say. "You were right, about everything. I am a disaster waiting to happen. I will go along with the tests. Anything to just get this out of me." 
          "What?!" Clint says trying to grab the phone. I freeze his feet to the floor and move away. 
          "Where are you?" Tony asks. 

           "A cabin, somewhere in the woods. Clint brought us here." 
           "I'll be there soon to pic you up." He hangs up and I put the phone on the bed. 
           "I'm sorry Clint." I say. 
           "CAP!" He yells. Soon I hear foot steps heading towards my room. They stop in my door way but i don't pay any attention. I put two packed bags on my bed, and start to pack the third. "She's gone crazy!" Clint says. I stand up with the now full bag.
           "I'm not going crazy Clint. I'm just done." I zip up the bag. I look up finally and everyone is in my room. 
          "What happened?" Steve asked. Before Clint could ask, I step forward.
          "I'm going back." I say. All eyes are looking at me now. Most were of shock. But, Steve's were awful. It was like I had stabbed him in the back and then left him to die. 
          "Why would you do that?" He asked. I blink repeatedly for a minute. 
          "Steve, you better than anybody would know." I say, referring to what I told him about the Red Room. "I killed my best friend. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to see Lilly and not feel bad for tearing her and her boyfriend apart? I can't hurt anyone else." I shrug. "And if I die trying to save people from me then . . . maybe the world will be better off." 

        "The world will be better off?" Steve says coming closer to me. "Who? You may kill people for a living but somehow I have grown to like you. These guys," He motions to everyone around us," Have grown to like you."
        "You don't get it." I say," Every second that I sit here and I pretend to be anything but a weapon, is another minute that I get closer to losing it. What if I lose it in a populated area and kill hundreds of people? I could never forgive myself. That is why I do what I do. When I kill someone  . . . it's like it keeps that part of me away. This thing inside of me controls every muscle in my body. And when I lose it, its' like I am sitting in a room watching a movie. Except there is no fast forward, no pause, no stop. Only a rewind so I can watch over and over again the things that I do. You all think of me as a friend. Don't, I'm a monster. Always have been. Always will be." I grab my bags and start to walk towards the door and trail of ice and fire following me. I get to the door before I turn around and look at everyone. Finally, I meet Steve's eyes. He blinks at me not knowing what to say or even think. 

        "H-" But before he could say anymore I walked out of the door. When I reached the front yard I saw lights coming from the distance. That must be Tony. I start to walk to the clearing where I knew he would land. As I get there the quin jet lands I wait for the bay door to open. I turn when I hear the door from the cabin open. There, stepping out of the house, was Steve. I wave a little. He starts to run towards me and yell something but I can't tell what. I turn around and see the one human who can make me scared. 
       "Zola." I say quietly. How is this possible? I killed him. I back up and drop my bags. I turn and I run. I run to Steve, even though we are both too far away for this feeble attempt to matter. Suddenly, Zola is in front of me. He sticks a needle into my neck and injects some liquid into me. I fall to my knees. and two people grab my arms. They start to drag me back to the quin jet and as I black out the last thing I see is Steve running hopelessly towards me.