The Oracle (An Avengers Fanfiction)

Interrogation

Floating. Cassandra felt she was floating. Not in the sky, but between realities. Around her, the air was cold.

"Is this how you want to go, Cassandra?" A voice asks. It sounds...familiar.

She shakes her head, but find it does not move. She knows that she leaves behind friends. Who? She leaves behind family. Where? She leaves behind...love. Why? She feels tears beginning to slip from her eyes.

"No...I want to live, I want to live, I want to-"

"Ms. Tellson!" The FBI agent yelled. Cassandra snapped out of her daze. Someone would be rescuing her very soon. It's not like she had any connection to them, no. She'd seen them when wondering about leaving. A woman and two men would take her to their little good guy club in a secret base.

"Yes sir?" She responded, in her usual hushed tone. The agent huffed, clearly getting frustrated.

"How did you know about the bombing in Fresno?" He asked for the umpteenth time. Cassandra lightly shrugged. The agent would get angry if she explained her premonitions.

Before he could yell again, another man walked in. Phil Coulson, as he would eventually introduce himself.

"Agent Sears? I'll take this from here," Phil said, shooing the angry man out. He walked around the room, seemingly pacing, before the lights in the facility cut out.

"Come along, Ms. Tellson." He guided me out of the building and to a black SUV that sped away once we were inside.

"Sorry for not introducing myself, there's too many cameras in that place. My name is-"

"Phil Coulson, you're from SHEILD. You want to take me to your facilities to monitor my abilities," I finished for him. A man in the front began laughing.

"Oh man, she knew the speech..." He said. The woman driving just sighed.

"Sorry, I've known for the past hour. They kept asking me questions and yelling and so I just looked a little bit ahead...sorry..." The girl said, looking down at her lap. Phil stared at her curiously. So it was true. This girl really could see the future. Cassandra Tellson had many more secrets, he knew that much. The question was, did she know them?

~

At the facility, the woman driving the car shooed the men away. She began taking Cassandra on a walk, but neither spoke up for a while.

"So...Cassandra. Where did you come from?" She asked, breaking the silence. Cassandra shrugged.

"I'm not quite sure...It's hard to remember very much of my past when all I ever see is the future." Cassandra replied. The woman let out a chuckle.

"Lighten up a little, kid. It'll do you well. Here, take this." She said, handing Cassandra a small walkie talkie. "In case you ever need me and not the whole base, you can call me at anytime of the day. It can even pick up a whisper clearly, so you can whisper to me and I'll hear. Besides, I barely sleep. So anytime you need anything from someone who knows the position you're in-"

"You used to be a Russian assassin and that guy in the car came to kill you. He didn't have it in him and you two are now best friends...Sorry. You were going to tell me anyways..." Cassandra said, taking the walkie talkie. The woman sat in stunned silence. "Thank you Natasha. I know the way to my room from here."

Cassandra walked away, and Clint peered from around the corner.

"The girl has you beat. I thought you were perceptive, but damn. She literally knows everything that anyone has to say to her." Clint said, walking towards Natasha.

"Yeah, no shit. Don't you find it kinda creepy though? She probably knows how everyone in this place will die." Natasha said. Before Clint could respond, a voice spoke up from behind them.

"Fury wants to see us."

~

"Director, what did you need?" Natasha asked. Fury sighed.

"I hate to put you all on babysitting duty, but Cassandra Tellson must be kept under watch. She's the key to keeping our world safe." Fury said, dropping her case file on the table. Clint picked it up and skimmed through it. "Since she was thirteen, she's been calling in anonymous tips to police departments and the FBI about many different natural disasters, murders, terrorist attacks, and major freak accidents."

"So she's been doing this for four years? I feel bad for her. It's rough having to know that kind of stuff." Clint muttered, looking through the list of her claims and the incidents they match with. Each incident was 100% accurate, to location, date, and victims. It was almost creepy how much she had known.

"Where are her origins?" Natasha asked, her arms folded. she was interested how this girl got such an odd power.

"We aren't sure. We started tracking her as soon as she popped up as a red flag for the FBI. We looked over their file for her and found it to be too specific for just coincidence that one girl can predict this many incidents. When we did some background on her, we found that she has no connections to anyone in the US. We're in the middle of checking other databases. But for now, our main concern is protecting her. Protecting her means protecting the Earth. Most importantly, you are to erase any record of her existence. Get hold of the FBI, police, and any other records. Barton, while Romanoff and Coulson are doing cleanup, check in with Cassandra. See if you can pull any premonitions from her. If we can get a journal going of her visions and such, that'd be great." Fury says, before leaving the room. Phil and Natasha trailed behind him, no doubt making their way to the data archives of the feds. Clint sighed. Teenagers were not his forte.

~

Before Clint could knock of the door, the door was opened.

"Here for a premonition?" She asks. Clint awkwardly tried to excuse it, but Cassandra lightly laughed. "Don't worry, I just heard your pep talk when you were nearing the door."

Clint sighed in relief.

"So what do you need to know?" She asked, inviting him inside. Clint pulled out a desk chair and sat on it backwards.

"Well, I was supposed to see if you can give us anything that's going to happen, but I figured that Fury just said that because I tend to get distracted when doing computer research. So, I'll just ask some stuff I'm sure the director will want to know. How far can you see into the future?" He asked.

"Hm...well, the furthest was when I saw the assassination of that one leader. It was about a month ahead. No one believed me. But that vision came to me when I was asleep. When I'm asleep, I get random visions that span much further than my regular visions. My regular visions can go up to about three days safely." She said.

"Regular visions?"

"The conscious ones. The ones I can control. It's like a little switch in my head. When I do it, I can only see things that will affect me or someone I am in contact with..." She said.

"And what did you mean by safely?" Clint asks.

Cassandra shifts a bit.

"I only have so much power. If I try to see a week ahead, I could strain too much and be weak. I remember passing out when I tried for a month. I woke up two days later." She tells him, looking down at her shoes.

"Do you know anything about SHIELD from your premonitions?" Clint asked, to which Cassandra slowly nods.

"SHIELD isn't safe."