The Weakness

13

I sat, curled up on the floor, pain shooting through my body. I wished I knew why these mortal weapons were hurting me so damn much!

My breathing was ragged as I sat there, shaking and trying to lessen the pain. I heard a small burst of static and looked up.

"Erin." A deep voice said. I narrowed my eyes at the unfamiliar sound.

"I have a deal for you." He said.

"I'm not making any deals with people I don't know." I growled, wincing.

"Well you don't have that choice." The man said.

"Suppose you're right." I huffed. "What kind of deal?"

"You work for me," The man hesitated. "I let you out. You don't seem like a threat. Even if you are, I can see we can handle it."

You don't know me, Midguardian. I thought bitterly. "Fine. You have my word. Now let me out of this death trap." The door swung open and I stepped out. A man with close-clipped brown hair and greenish eyes stood there.

I punched him in the face, sending him flying back into the wall.

"That's for hurting me." I said.

"Hey, that wasn't my call." he said. "Name's Barton."

"Erin."

"I know." he said. He led me to a room with a large table with chairs sitting around it. A tall, dark skinned man stood, his back to us.

"Next time," Barton said, "send Romanoff in. Not me." He put a hand to his jaw and I smiled wryly.

The man turned around. One eye was hidden behind an eyepatch, the other dark and deep.

"You look a lot less crazy in person." the man said, his hands clasped behind his back. It was the deep voice that spoke when I was in the room. "My name is Nick Fury. This is SHIELD. And you have studying to do."

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Crappy I know. it's 11:45 at nite here and I have exams tomorrow. My brain is not functioning properly.

-ErinLaufeyson