I growled at the laptop, smashing my fingers against the keys. They clicked gently as I pressed away, my frustration growing more evident by the minute. I had been searching the SHIELD database for any record of my existence. Even with Coulson's security clearance, I couldn't see the Asgardian half of the picture.
Every one of the files that My name was mentioned in was redacted. Only Director Fury could see them. Except for one. I looked over my shoulder, beckoning Coulson to come see what I had discovered. Nerves flooded my system. My hands were clammy as I pounded on the mouse, selecting the file to open it.
My breath hitched in my throat.
It was my file. Every SHIELD agent has a file, or so we're told. It's standard. It contains psyche evals, given names, addresses, family, physical evaluations, anything that could potentially be of use to someone like fury or Coulson. It was never the whole picture of the Agent, but enough to draw a mental sketch of a person. It was enough to do a lot of things.
Mine was practically empty.
I moaned, placing my elbows on the desk and burying my face in my hands. This couldn't be happening.
Brynhild (Bryn)
Last name: Classified
Place of origin: Classified
Places of residence: SHIELD
Blood Type: Classified
Parents: Classified
Living Relations: Classified
Age: 9
Reason for Recruitment: Classified
Psych Eval: Classified
Physical Eval: Classified
"Classified?" I turned around to Coulson, my voice bordering on hysterics. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Coulson placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "It means that Director Fury is the only person who has the answers that you want," he stated sadly. "Or that he himself doesn't even know it. I'm sorry, Bryn, I had really hoped that something would turn up."
I looked him in the eye, squinting at his facial expression. "Are you really?"
"Of course," he stated, eyebrows raised. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Ahuh," I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. "Your left eye is twitching Coulson. You know what that means."
"That my eye is itchy?"
"Funny." I stood up from the chair, clenching my fists. "You're lying to me, Coulson. And I'm going to figure out what it is that you're hiding from me, just you see."
I marched towards the door, arms tight to my sides. I was livid. The very man who had promised to help me search for answers was the one hiding them from me. I had almost reached the door when Coulson spoke up.
"Wait, Bryn." I spun around slowly, glaring at him.
"What?" The man was my superior, but in that moment, I hardly cared. He had lied to me. And for that, I owed him no respect.
"It's not like that," he began helplessly. "I don't have all the answers you want, and I don't know what else Fury knows."
I turned to leave for a second time.
"But I have seen your full file. Once."
I turned back.
"Look, it was over a year ago and to be honest, there wasn't a lot on it. It didn't name your parents, but it did say that you were Asgardian, but we still don't know what that even means. I know it's no help, and I'm sorry. I didn't think that we'd ever be having this conversation, and I wish there was more that I could tell you."
I gave him a small smile.
"Thanks for being honest with me," I said softly. "I'm going to go look for a training dummy to kick for an hour."
I spun on my heel and marched out the door, formulating a plan to escape the compound and track down the only man who had the answers I wanted: Thor.
