From Pickpocket to Avenger

Chapter 5

Before we descend into another awkward silence there was a hammering at the door before it opened. A man dressed I all black, who I assume was a guard and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, pocked his head in to look at us. Stark didn't seem happy and glared at the guard like he was about to say something. The guard visibly paled. It seems as if he's scared of Stark, if I was him I would be terrified. Then again, I don't really care that much.

"Sir, Fury wants to see the girl. He said that you need to bring her to him right away, he's in the conference room with the rest of the Avengers. As you know, Fury doesn't like waiting." Eek, what do I do now to get out of this one. I hope they're not taking me there to tell me I'm going to be executed, experimented on or anything else along those lines.

Stark gets up and I follow him out of the cell. At this point I'm practically having a panic attack. I doubt anyone who wasn't loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D. knew I was even here. These people could literally make me disappear, no one would know.

All too soon we were in front of a door marked conference room and I could hear voices coming from inside. Before we entered Stark turned to face me. I thought I had masked how scared I was be he saw right through it.

"It'll be fine. I'll see what I can do to make sure nothing happens to you." Stark said as he pushed open the door and gestured for me to walk through the door. I honestly thought that I would have a panic attack at any second.

Stark lead me to the only two empty seats in the room. I recognised everyone in the room except the man sat at the other side of the table from me, this must be Fury. Looking at him, I don't know why I was so afraid. He was just a parrot and a peg leg short of being a pirate.

"Lyra Blake." He said. "Kidnapped at fifteen, kicked out at sixteen, you've lived on the streets for a year now making money as a pickpocket. Am I right?"

"Yes" I say. "I had no money and I needed to eat. Either I stole money or I stole food. Money was easier."

"So you're not denying it." The pirate asks.

"Why would I. You already know I do so what's the point in lying. It's six against one here and you know them better than you know me." I state. If he thinks I'm just going sit here and lie to his face then he thinks I'm stupid. Lying to him could mean I spend the rest of my life in a cell.

All of the Avengers looked surprised that I told the truth. I think they also thought I was stupid enough to lie straight to a master spies face. Though I don't like lying, I can be quite good at it. Even then I'm good I doubt I'm that good, or suicidal, to lie to this guy's face.

It was silent for a while. You could practically see the cogs were turning in his head and you could see him trying to come up with what to do next. In all this time, he hasn't asked anything about my powers. I'll assume that'll be next.

"How'd you get your powers." I was right.

"I don't know. A while ago I was kidnapped, I don't remember what happened, but that's when I got my powers I think. I never could do anything I can do now before that." Simple reason, let's move on. It's not like I can remember anything.

They all looked as if this was hard to believe yet I'm sat in the room with some of the deadliest people in the world, the people you wouldn't believe existed. One of which was a God. I really don't think things being believable should be an issue here.

"Ok, we'll leave that one for a later." Because I'm obviously lying. And I thought he would be able to tell if someone was lying. "Now to something more relevant. What are we going to do with you? As you're a criminal, I can't let you back out onto the streets." Here it comes. He's going to announce that he's going to kill me.

"Preferably not murder, torture or experimentation. Oh, and I don't do cells. Just thought I's warn you." So being sarcastic to the head of an organisation which could literally break me isn't exactly smart but I never claimed to be the smartest person in the world. I mean, from what I heard Tony does it all the time. Right. Right?

"Lyra. Would you like to join the Avengers?" He asks me. Is that even a question? Live on the streets or in a big, shiny, tower. Steal to afford food and water or get all I need handed to me on a silver platter. Have company or live out the rest of my life alone. That's not even a choice.

"I'm in."

"Do you even know what an Avenger does?" Captain America asks.

"Don't know, don't care. It means I won't live the rest of my life in a cell with rubbish food." I state. Thinking, I realised I never even got that doughnut I wanted. The gods can be so cruel.