Life Just Keeps Going On

He's a What?

A black Cadillac emerged on the street, stopping right in front of me moments after Eli had left. I sighed, Goodbye Brooklyn...

I hopped in and noticed that um... dad, I guess, was sitting next to me (we were divided by the cup holders in the middle seat between us), Coulson was driving, and some guy with an eyepatch was sitting shotgun.

I shut the door and the eyepatch turned around to face me, examining my looks and what not.  

"Nick Fury, Director of SHEILD." He said, introducing himself. I noticed the creases on his forehead and around his temples, signs of long all-nighters dealing with problems that couldn't be resolved by just coming up with a plan. It showed that he sacrificed many things to get to where he is now. 

"India Rogers, student from Brooklyn." I said and smirked, with a mixture of respect and power in my voice. He chuckled, somewhat amused, and resorted back to a normal position. 

"A student who didn't show up to school today," He remarked. I leaned back in my seat, eyes wide with surprise and fear. 

"How did you know about that?" I asked curiously. I caught him looking at me with a disappointed gaze.  

"We know everything. We know who you went with, too. We know that you went ice skating and stole clothes." He stated simply, like it was no big deal.

"Hey, I didn't mean to almost burn Eli, and I didn't want him to freeze. What was I supposed to do? We spent all of our money on Starbucks and McDonalds for lunch." I folded my arms, ready to fight for my side of the story. It was pretty justified, considering Eli's going to give the clothes back... maybe.

"You eat?" Fury chuckled while he asked.

"I have a fast metabolism, chief. Pretty strong, too." I smiled. Not to be too full of myself here, but I am pretty special. 

"And what did you mean by 'almost burn him'." He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll tell you when you tell me where I'm going and why I'm going with you guys. And honestly, I didn't mean to do it, in case you were wondering." I said, hugging my knees.

"Fine." Fury retorted, now picking up his ringing cell phone to answer it.

I looked over to my father (still can't get used to saying it,) then quickly looked down when he looked at me. He was new to this whole 'father' thing, I suppose. You could practically see it.

*

The car ride was very awkward. Dad and I didn't speak at all, but he kept staring at me, probably pointing things out about me in his mind. I thought it was creepy; I felt like a lab rat. 

"Here we are," Fury said, his cape billowing in the wind made from all the plane's engines. 

"Here?" I squinted and looked around, raising my hand to block the sun's glare from my eyes. No FBI-looking headquarters, no undercover agents running around talking about the President's protection... the movies had it so wrong. 

"No, this is the last step to getting there." He started to walk to the helicopter. Once he was on the first step of the ramp, he turned around with a questioning glance.

"You guys coming or what?" He asked rhetorically. Obviously we are, it's not like we have a choice. We followed him inside and buckled up.

"You still aren't going to tell me where we're going, are you?" I asked, now staring down at my phone. 

"Not until you tell me what you meant." He bargained.

"Please? I have a right to know, or this could be considered kidnapping." I said, making a puppy dog face that would make a serial killer confess to his crime.