I sat on the couch in the family room, bored as hell. My dad had promised me that we'd have a father-daughter day, but once again, work consumed him. I sighed and picked at a thread on a throw pillow. I never see him anymore. It's like Nick Fury wants to make sure he has no family ties, or something like that. Just because he doesn't see his family anymore or whatever doesn't mean his agents can't see their families. I crossed my arms, and looked up at the ceiling. I started counting the tiles, and my boredom dragged on. I stood up, still watching the ceiling, and walked to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge, and pulled out a Coke-Cola, just like I used to steal from my dad. I chuckled at the memories, and clicked the can open. I took a huge swig from the drink before staring out to our backyard. I caught myself wishing for the days where he had no job, and we played for hours on end. Those days are gone, and I'm expected to grow up as fast as a hybrid. I hadn't noticed that I had finished my drink, and was holding a now crushed can in my fist. I get angry very easily, and it isn't healthy. I've seen several doctors about my hands itching and burning, then going numb. Then, they feel heavy, then, light. Next is watery, then I shock anyone who touches my hands. Finally, they feel as thought they aren't even there. Like, they're air. I've been called a freak, and when I get angry, my eyes go almost black. I have deep brown eyes, so there isn't a huge difference there. I threw the can into the recycling, and growled. I glanced down at my wrist, and I saw my balance band. It was a blue and purple string that kept my anger in check. It glowed whenever I needed to calm down, and it was glowing seriously bright today.
"Snazzy band you've got there, Ms. Coulson." I heard the boring voice of Nick Fury drawl out behind me. I whipped around to face him, my hands holding a burning sensation.
"What do you want, Fury?" I asked, cold anger laced in my tone.
"Only to escort you to S.H.I.E.L.D so your father can be with you. No need for the hostility." Fury said, and small, yet cold smile sliding onto his face. We can barely stand each other, and now I'm trusting him with my escort to S.H.I.E.L.D?
"When do we leave?" I asked, dropping the fighting stance I had. Jesus, I didn't even know I was standing like that. Christ, I didn't know I even knew fighting stance. I saw it in movies, but I didn't think I could assume it.
"Whenever you're ready, Ms. Coulson." Fury said. I took that as my cue to go and get a few essentials before actually leaving. I walked off to my room and looked around for things I would need.
"I'll need music, earbuds, band tee-shirts, jeans, shorts, glasses, hairbrush, pony-bands, computer, and my textbooks and notes." I mumbled, pulling out my old backpack and cramming the stuff in it. My iPod was placed in my pocket, and I shouldered my bag. I walked back towards Fury, and nodded.
"This way, Cynthia." He said. We walked out of the house together, and I took a long look at it. I'd probably never call this place home again. My dad didn't anymore, so why should I? I have no friends, so I'm not leaving anyone behind. Together, Fury and I walked out towards a car, and he held the door open for me. I cautiously got in, and he shut the door. He climbed into the passenger's seat, and the driver started the car. I pulled out my iPod and earbuds, and tuned the world out for an hour or so.
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"Ms. Coulson. We're here." Fury said, loud enough for his voice to penetrate my Black Veil Brides and Drowning Pool. I climbed out of the car, and the Helicarrier was in my vision.
"Wow..." I breathed. It was all so impressive, and my father was living the dream. I guess I'd just be a fuzzy image in the background of his life.
"Well, let's get inside." Fury said, leading me towards the huge craft. Once inside, I was quickly shown to my 'room', where I dropped my stuff off. I carefully placed my iPod on the bed, and Fury showed me to what I guess was the main control room.
"Impressive." I mumbled. Fury kinda smirked at me, before my sight went dark.
"Cynthia! Sweetheart!" My dad cried. He was hugging me like he used to. I hugged him back just as tightly, and I swear I started crying. I hadn't seen him in so long!
"Dad!" I laughed. We let go of each other, and he smoothed his suit. I wiped the front of my shirt, and laughed. He smiled at me, and Fury cleared his throat.
"Agent Coulson, we need to get back to work. Ms. Coulson, please head back to your room." He commanded. I huffed, since my happy reunion with my father was cut short. I walked back to my room, looking over my shoulder one last time to see my dad. He smiled at me sadly, and then turned back to his work. I entered my room, and booted up my computer. I called it a dinosaur, since no one uses the kind of laptop I have these days. I like to stick with the classics.This was the beginning of my new adventure, and I wasn't going to let Fury keep me apart from my father. I haven't seen him in a long time, since he always came home late at night. My computer loaded up to one of my commonly typed up pages, a page about famous people that I'd like to meet.
Tony Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Clint Barton
Dr. Banner
Steve Rogers
Thor
Meeting these people would be amazing. I've heard of them only because of the things dad's told me while I was 'sleeping'. I played possum a lot. I often read things by Dr. Banner, because science interests me. I'm a nerd, and I would try to become a member of S.H.E.I.L.D, even if it meant never going back home again, but I don't thik I have a home anymore. I'm in the air, I'm living a dream that a bunch of people would kill for. My hands started going numb, and then they felt heavy.
'Oh no.' I thought, and then it happened.
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FanfictionI used to be a sweet little girl, with a loving father. My mother abandoned me a month after I was born, so my father says. But, I'm no ordinary girl now. I have special powers, and I know others with special powers. My father is Phil Coulson, and I...
