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Cyril:

[You're worthless all alone all alone worthless worthless,] so much red oh god god god god [Alone and alone you're not anything to them you're worthless,] ithurtssomuchhelpmehelpmehelpmehelpmetoomuchredredredredred- [worthlessworthlessworthLESSWORTHLESSWORTHLESS---]

"Guh-huh!" I woke with a gasp and sat straight up in bed. Adrenaline coursed through my body, leaving me shaking in it's wake. I clutched my heart and tried my best to calm. Peeling back the covers, I slipped out of my bed in the darkness. Clicking on a tiny light, my small room was illuminated in a pale glow.
"I haven't had a nightmare in a while," I sighed, and rubbed my palm against my forehead. My phone showed that it was nine in the morning. After slipping on my suit I left my room. Not too many people were around, since I had only spotted around five agents on my way to Bruce's lab. Once there, I found him hunched over a microscope. He didn't bother to look up at me as I sat with a sigh on a stool.
"What are you doing?" I questioned, tipping my head sideways and looking at him curiously.
"Just..examining your blood. I figured out last night that it seems to react strangely around the mind stone." Bruce answered, and glanced over at me.
"Where's my blood? I'd like to take a look at it," I demanded and hopped down from the stool.
"Mmh. Sure. I think that Natasha and Agent Hills have plans for you today, though. But here you go," he promptly placed a luke warm bag of blood in my hand. The scepter was a few feet away from me, and I walked over to it. Suddenly, I felt something move in my palms. Startled, I looked down to find my blood slowly pulsing outward, like a heartbeat.
"Morey! You're training today so I'll need you to follow me," Natasha stood in the doorway and I nodded. Bruce gave a small wave as I passed him. I was still curious about the blood and hadn't let it go. Spinning around as I reached the door, I stepped forward and hurled the bag of blood into the window above the scepter. Natasha whorled around when Bruce gave a shout. My blood was splattered against the glass, and ran in thin rivulets down towards the table. Natasha began accosting me but I wasn't paying attention. She stopped after a few seconds and looked back to the glass. All three of us watched as small streams and droplets of the blood trickled around the scepter, even arcing into the air to hover about it.
"How the crap does that work?!" I spluttered, making sporadic gestures toward the spectacle.
"Go with Natasha. I'll look into this more while you train," Bruce ordered, and we left.

-Training-

"Okay, remind me why exactly are we doing this?" I asked, my voice echoing around the large, empty metal room. Natasha and Hills stood at two different points in the room facing me.
"We need to confirm how capable you really are of handling a close combat situation. Coulson just wants to make sure that you're completely ready. You were pretty much just thrusted into a mission without basic training. You're here so we can fix that," Hills explained.
"Okay then. Let's go," I grinned and raised my fists. Immediately, Natasha took out a small gun and fired at me. Caught off guard, I let out a choked yell and fell back as something whizzed past my ear. Rolling to my feet I jumped to the side as Hills threw a punch. She reared back and was about to hit me when I vanished. Appearing behind her I landed a solid kick behind her knee. As she fell, Natasha socked me in the stomach. I coughed and vanished again, reappearing pressed against the ceiling. When I fell Natasha and Hills' faces turned into ones of worry. ¾ of the way down, I vanished again to appear at the other side of the room. I ran towards the two and jumped. I was met with a solid kick to the chest and slammed into the floor. Jumping to my feet, I crouched low and swung out a leg, hooking it around Nat's ankle. As she fell she threw out an arm to break her fall. Hills was behind me and snaked her arm around my neck, putting me in a choke hold. Once on her feet again Natasha pulled back her fist to punch me. I grabbed Hills' arm and tensed my stomach. Swinging up my legs I kicked at Nat with the flats of my feet. She stumbled backward as I lurched forward and slammed my feet into the ground. Hills arced over my back as I threw her off of me. The two women stood up and brushed themselves off.
"That should be enough for today. We'll continue with this later, and then other people can sub in if Hills and I have other things to attend to," Natasha decided. We left the metal room and I was escorted through the halls.
"What am I supposed to do today?" I asked as I was led through a corridor looking in on Bruce's lab.
"Steve and Tony are going to keep an eye on you. Fury wants them to make sure that you don't do anything stupid like disappear on us and get maimed," Natasha responded. Before I could come up with a response Agent Hills pushed open a door and showed me a room that had a large window which looked out into the open air. Various machines were spread about the room, some finished and some not. Tony was busy working at one while Steve read a book next to the window. Suddenly the door slammed shut. Jumping a little, I glared at the space where Hills and Nat had once been.
"Tell you what, kid. I'll let you do whatever you want since I'm not a funsucking bore," Tony stared pointedly at Steve who glared back, "I am working right now, so just screw around quietly. And if you want to play with the machine parts, use ones that aren't already attached to finished and unfinished devices," Tony instructed.
"Okay. So basically I can do whatever I want as long as I don't break anything and don't scream and shout," I said hopefully.
"Pretty much. And remember, it's not screwing around as long as you write it down," Tony agreed, and Steve sighed. He tore his gaze away from the book and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Tony, you can't just let her do whatever she wants. Kids need some discipline in their lives. Besides, she's going to be doing a lot of work in the time she'll be here. I think it would be nice if she could have a little order in the hours we'll be watching over her." Steve chastised.
"God, you're such a square," Tony taunted while tossing a screwdriver from hand to hand.
"A square, huh? I'd say responsible, more like. Besides, just what is so wrong with raising a child properly?" Steve asked.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Raising her? Capsicle, who are you kidding? This kid isn't yours. Besides. She's got parents to go home to," Tony snorted.
"No I don't!" I called from my seat a few feet away.
"Then who the hell are you going home to?" Tony asked, and I pointed to Steve.
"Stevie!" I grinned happily, and Tony rubbed his palms against his forehead.
"Oh dear lord. Kid, you can't live with this guy. He's too soft. He's got...morals. And those morals are boring," Tony informed me. Walking over, Steve thwacked Tony on the back of the head with his book.
"Ow, what the hell?" he cried, and Steve rolled his eyes. They began to fight, and I started to focus on other things. I glanced around the room before my eyes settled on a socket on the right wall of the room.I quietly walked over and sat in front of it. It was unbroken, and I pressed my index finger against the smooth plastic and concentrated. Cracks silently splintered through the plastic beneath my skin. My finger hovered over the now open socket, and I stared at the two adults over my shoulder, waiting for some sort of reactions. Of course, I wasn't actually going to jam my finger into a light socket and screw myself over, but I really wanted to give the men a good scare. Taking a deep breath, I started to move my finger into the socket, and-

I dropped my arm and sighed dolefully. I stood up, and stared at the small plastic remnants of the light sockets cover. Suddenly, a sharp shock jabbed me just below my right shoulder blade. What the fuck?! Seizing up, I arched my back to get away, and felt pressure building in my back. A ripping and splattering sound came from me, and I groaned in agony.
"HOLY SHIT!" Tony screamed, and jumped backward, clutching a tiny electric stick. The bastard shocked me with that thing!
"Stark, what the hell have you done?!" Steve shouted, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. The wing that unfurled from my back was underdeveloped. Patches of feathers were stuck about it, and blood was streaked about it. Tender, slick flesh shone in the light. Blood was splattered and a few bloody chunks were flung about the room.
"Am I dead? I feel like I died," I whimpered, and glanced at my quivering wing. Blech. "It's like a fetus wing," I whispered, my face twisting in disgust.
"What the hell was the point of doing that to her? Look at what just came out of her back! I've seen her wings, and they are not supposed to look like that!" Steve shouted at Tony, who was busy examining my wing. It started to retract, and a few cracks echoed through the room.
"Oh, god, was that a bone break crack? It was, wasn't it? You two are terrible babysitters!" I complained.
"He started it," Tony said, pointing the shocking stick at Steve.
"In what way did I start this?" Steve asked angrily, and I sighed. My wing had slipped back into my flesh, and I rolled my shoulders. As they bickered, I slowly inched my way towards the door.
"Don't even think about leaving, I want to take a look at those abilities of yours," Tony said, pointing his shock stick at me. A loud groan escaped my lips.
"FIIIINNE," I drawled loudly, and teleported back to them.
"That's a neat party trick," Tony remarked, and Steve shoved him.
"Don't make fun of her, Stark." he growled.
"I'm only joking. God, you really need to lighten up," Tony said. "Kid, can you get me my glass of water I left over there?" Tony pointed across the room, and I saw the glass sitting on a table.
"Sure thing," I zipped over to the table and snatched it up, zipping back to the men, "here you go!" I said cheerily, holding it out.
"Recruiting this kid to S.H.I.E.L.D was the right choice," Stark said while grabbing his glass and taking a swig.

"Fury told me that they're still iffy on recruiting her. Cyril had previous relations with our current enemy."
"Who, tall, dark and batshit? That guy?" Tony asked, setting his drink on the table next to him.
"Yup. Although I'm sure that he wouldn't approve of you calling him that," I confirmed, and Tony stared at me.
"What kind of relations?" he asked cautiously.
"Good ones," I teased, wiggling my eyebrows.
"What exactly do you mean by that, Cyril?" Steve asked incredulously.
"I, um...actually don't know. But it sounded dirty in my head so I said it," I confessed.
"I like this kid even more!" Tony laughed, and Steve sighed.

"I wake up and this is what the world has come to. Grown men laugh at dirty jokes told by 14 year olds-" Steve began, and I interrupted.

"Actually, I'm 15. My birthday was yesterday," I corrected, and he stared at me.
"And you didn't tell me?" Steve asked, and I shook my head. "Honestly, I kind of forgot. We were busy, and I hardly think that Fury would want to take the time to give me a celebratory, 'Happy Birthday!'" I said tiredly. Suddenly, the door of the room slid open and Coulson stepped in. "Cyril, Fury wants you to keep an eye on Loki. He's wondering if you could get any information out of him," he told me, and I nodded. "Well guys, it's been fun. But now we must part ways!" I said dramatically, flinging a hand against my forehead. Steve smiled and Tony grinned. "Okay then, seeya later Kid," he waved goodbye and turned back to his work. Steve walked with me and Coulson as we left the room. "Bye, Steve! Talk to you later," I said, and Steve offered up a smile and walked away. As he walked down the hallway, I turned to Coulson. "I hate to see him leave but I love to watch him go," I whispered, and Coulson snorted. "Oh god," he snickered, and I grinned. "I am an awful person," I laughed as we walked towards Loki's containment area. We stopped in front of the metal doors, and I looked nervously to Coulson. "So, are there security cameras in there?" I asked. "Yes. You'll be perfectly safe. You've been around him longer than we have, so he might not hate you as much as he does everyone else here. Best of luck!" he patted me on the back and strode away as the doors slid open. Taking a deep breath, I smiled brightly and walked confidently into the room.