THE NEWBIE

Mr Fury

*Yawn

I wake up, all princess like, my servants slip on my faux fur slippers on my dainty feet before I even touch the marble ground. I clutch my silk bed cover, reluctant to get out of bed. One servant draws me a bath and I slip out of my satin dressing gown. Yeah right! In a different dimension that probably would be true but not now! I am the girl who has green skin and my room is messed up, pieces of five month old pizza decorate the walls like posters and the stench of pepperoni surrounds the toxic area. Whilst my home made birthday cake from seven years ago blanket the floors and guess what: I don't have faux fur slippers to shield my not so dainty, Bigfoot feet from the caky floors.

I run down the stairs, my black, shiny hair is tucked behind my ears and a faint odour is emitted from my mouth. Morning breath. The only thing that isn't normal, green skin and sensitive hearing to my mom listening to one of those "soothing" (in her words) opera thingys. I think that it sounds absolutely deafening. The fat opera singer's shrill voice pierce right through my ears while it pierces my mothers heart. I don't see what is so emotional about these things. They are in a foreign language and you can barely understand the words. Good luck trying to mimic this song high school students. I drop to the ground in pain and mom turns off the music and comes running to me.

"Oh Jessica! I am so sorry, I know you hate that music. See, it's off now".

"Mo...mmmm... It's okay".

I slowly get up with the help of my mom's arm and stumble to the couch. Mom gives me my favourite, sugary cereal: Dr Fun's beanie bopper bazooka cereal. Yeah, so it's a weird name but it suits the people that eat it and go on a sugar high.

I suddenly realise what today is. S.H.I.E.L.D will give me an answer to my abnormalities. Or at least I hope. I chow down on the delicious food and sip my hot chocolate. I almost never get to eat and drink this. Normally, it's an apple or a banana and a quick swig of milk and off to school. So you can imagine how happy I am about the special treatment.

"Jessica darling, get ready after you finish your food. S.H.I.E.L.D has asked you to cover all green parts of your body because of some Hydra controversy. I spoke to them this morning, they seemed serious".

"Okay, I guess. What's Hydra?"

"How am I supposed to know? I know as much as you do, Jessica".

I finished my breakfast and proceeded to my room. I opened the wardrobe and this is what was contained in it:

-Narnia (haha just kidding)

-A pair of dirty, old sandals

-Ripped trainers

-A white lace dress from my aunt's wedding

-The Scream costume

-A long black dress with a matching masquerade mask

-A top hat from my Abraham Lincoln presentation in history class

I decide to take out the top hat, the mask and the dress. Hey! A girl can't wear an outfit (definitely not a Scream costume) twice in one week, you gotta have style!

"Jessica, ready to go?"

"Yeah mom!!!"

We got into mom's shiny Honda and drove all the way to S.H.I.E.L.D.

I opened the car door to see a gigantic building standing still amidst all the hustle and bustle of New York.

"Whoa..." I said under my breath.

We walked inside the monumental building and a young brunette caked in foundation and wearing a pant suit walked up towards me.

"Big, huh." She practically read my mind.

"Yeah... Big.." I said in awe

"Are you Jessica?"

"Yup, that's me!"

"I have booked you an appointment with Mr Fury. Normally I would book people like you with a S.H.I.E.L.D specialist but since the shortage of staff..."

"That's fine! Thank you so much for helping my daughter"

"Follow me" the lady said in her soft voice and the smell of her strong, rosy perfume lead us to a large office with translucent walls and all kinds of touch screens protruding at the dark timber desk and leather chair.

A damaged, bald looking man with an eyepatch hiding a scar, dressed in a long, black overcoat sat present at the desk.

"Hello Miss Doberman, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. You can call me Nick. A little birdie told me that you had green skin. You can take off your gear now, it's safe in here".

I slowly took off my gear left to uncover my abnormally grass green skin.

"Again, I am so grateful for you helping my daughter" Mom said with a faded smile.

"Mrs Doberman, we may need you to wait outside for the examining of your daughter, she is safe with us" Nick said reassuringly.

Mom left me to their responsibility and the tall, intimidating man casted a shadow of me as if I were a lab rat.

"Jessica, my assistant is going to need to take some blood from you. It won't hurt a bit" Nick said as if I were five.

The lady opened a silver case and two injectors lay there. She took one and carefully inserted it into my arm with her perfectly manicured nails.

She then put the blood in a small container labelled "Doberman. J". Nick took the container and poured the blood contents into a silver machine with a little, dark metallic cup and a new age computer of some sort connected to it. He pressed a orange button and the blood DNA seemed to process into the computer whilst the results were printed.

Nick snatched the paper from the printer and carefully analysed it. When he was about half through the page, he gasped and trust me, he was not a man of gasping or scaring easily.

"What is it? Am I going to die? Will I miss out on winning my Nobel Prize?!" I said abruptly.

"No, no Jessica. Let me tell you something and when. I do, please do not freak out and go all Jim Carey on me okay?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Alright, you've got a rare case of type C031ZE, this actually has never physically happened before. Basically, what I am trying to get out is that you have special abilities that you don't know about".

"Yeah Nick, like what?"

"Well for starters, you have super sensitive senses, green skin that you will be able to control and turn back eventually into your natural skin colour, you will become stealthy and stronger and you are able to shoot a special type of webs out of your hands".

"What? Are you kidding me, am I like Spider-Man or something?"

"No, I am not kidding you and you are quite different to Spider-Man, actually".

"Okay, so what do you suggest I do now? After all, I am kinda your responsibility".

Nick looked blank for a second. I was right, I am his newfound responsibility because he knows how to diagnose this horrible curse put upon me and therefore he knows what to do with me, even if it means throwing me in the garbage can.

"Well I can't believe I am saying this and I hope to have never pulled out this card but, I don't know myself. Why don't you show me what you got and tell me if there have been any other signs of the symptoms I have stated, other than you skin?"