The fire

I should probably Explain

My eyes squinted open to the morning sun. I was still in my scorched clothes, yet I was tucked up in my duvet with my shoes in a pair on the floor. The memories of the day came flooding back. The supermarket, The Mort, the flashbacks, the breakdown. I sighed today was gonna be a long day. "Jarvis please could you gather everyone in the penthouse?" I asked politly.

After cleaning myself up I stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the top floor. I had an old ripped file in my hands, which I'd managed to acquire from a old friend. The doors opened and six, now quite familiar faces, halted there conversations to look at me.

"You feeling better?" Nat asked.

"Yeah much, how's the leg?" I asked politely.

She smiled. "Still there."

"Right, so I should probably explain the mess that was yesterday. But I have one condition no interrupting until i'm done." I glanced particularly at Stark as I said this. He rolled his eyes but nodded along with the rest of them.

"Okay, well, yesterday as you all remember Natasha and I had a delightful run in with The Mort. And then I proceeded to have a quite embarrassing breakdown. Which i'm sorry about by the way."

"Happens to to the best of us." Bruce reassured miling.

I pulled out my laptop and began typing quickly in to the keyboard my eyes not leaving the screen. The whole room was silent whilst I worked.

"Jarvis." My computer screen was projected to the screen on the wall. "Thanks. This was the top secret TORM opperation. As you can see MI6 are very inventive with their names. Anyway TORM took place 11 years ago at The Morts HQ in the Alps, France. The secret services of the world joined together to take them down. Every last member was supposedly killed. The mission was deamed a success but in reality hundreds of the worlds best agents died. Opperatives from the CIA, MI6, SAS, SBS, even Shield went there to take down this group. It was a bloody mess. This group are ruthless, they helped fund Hydra- they did business with Hydra, they ran black market deals in weapons, they provided for terrorist attacks, they assassinated political figures- the families, associates of anyone who got on their nerves ended up dead. No life, human or not was important to them. Nobody could take them down. The operation which eventually did was the 12th attempt in 5 years. But like I said 11 years ago they were destroyed, burnt to the ground. At least that's what everyone thought. What I thought, until they turned up at the store. One thing which distinguishes them is the small knife through a skull tattoo they all have on their necks or the back of their hands."

Tony broke the silence, "How do you know all this, if it was so secret?"

I sighed handing him the tattered file in my hands. He opened it, his eyes scannning the pages. "My real name is Elizabeth Lucie Garcia. I was found at the bottom of the burnt down Mort headquaters by one of the British MI6 agents. My leg was trapped under a wooden beam and he pulled me out. I was meant to be the only survivor from the group. Following the take down MI6 took me in. My father was in the Mort, a Doctor of Medicine but also an expert on the enhancement of humans. He was also involved in assassinations they had to execute, he died during the raid." I looked at my feet, murdered by me, I thought as Tony passed the file round. "He gave me this." I waved a ball of fire around my hand.

"How old were you really when you joined MI6 then?" Natasha asked. Flipping through the pages of the aged document.

"I worked as part of a specialised unit." I replied curtly.

She nodded completely aware I had just dodged the question. "So this MORT they want you back? And if so why now?"

"I don't know why now. But when you'd escaped the store they told me they were there to bring me home. They want me back to help them. I was like a daughter to a lot of the men. You forbidden to have families if you were a member. My father was the exception. They also probably want revenge, they lost everything that day, the business crumpled to pieces. It was burnt to the ashes. And even if they had came out of hiding earlier none of their old customers would of trusted them after a blow like that." I replied, should I tell them the real truth? Should I tell them how valuable I really am?

"You said they worked with HYDRA?" I nodded again at Steve's question.

"Where do you think they got my Father from? I'm warning you these people are seriously dangerous they will stop at nothing to get what they want. Even if it is results in utter chaos. Loss means nothing to them, they are always one step ahead and they always have a plan. I can understand if you want to leave me to sort it out, trust me I won't be judging."

"We're a team Em, your problem is our problem. Nobody is going to take you anywhere." Steve said. I smiled blinking, my cheeks reddened at his warmness. After so long alone I'd forgotten what it was like to know there's someone who has your back.