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[4] Past Present and New Meetings (Present Day)

I woke up with a start. Dreams had infected my slumber once again. I hated seeing the eight year old me, the thirteen year old me, and me last year. As a fifteen year old girl, I hated seeing how weak I was back then. My powers are a bit more stable these days, and I come out of my room more often. I got up and stretched, making sure my bracelet was still on my wrist. Sometimes, it came off in my fitful states of sleep. I started pacing my room again, like I did every morning. My hands were shoved in my pockets, and my dinosaur was on my desk. My iPod was still playing music on the nightstand by my bed, and the outfit I laid out for the day was still at the foot of my bed. I had showered the night before, so I stripped off my top and replaced it with a gory Blood on the Dancefloor tee-shirt, and my sleep shorts were replaced with black denim shorts. I slipped on some plain white socks, and then I put on my faded black Converse sneakers. My daily outfit was completed, and I grabbed my hairbrush from my dresser. I brushed out my long, blonde hair and set the brush back on the dresser. I took one last look at myself before leaving the solitude of my room and going to find my father.

"Hell, I never leave my room. Let's hope I don't get lost." I mumbled to myself. I wandered around the Helicarrier for a while, not caring about the constant shaking of the craft. It happens all the time, and I swear we'd hit pterodactyls if they weren't extinct. I finally found the center of the Helicarrier, where my dad stood with Fury, and several other men and one woman, minus Agent Hill.

"Hey, dad." I said, walked over to him. He smiled at me, and hugged me tightly.

"Can't breath. Losing oxygen." I said in a fake raspy voice. He chuckled and let go of me, and I laughed.

"Ms. Coulson, there needs to be an introduction here. Meet Tony Stark, Dr. Banner, Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff, and Thor." Fury said, taking my arm and turning me towards five of the people on my list. I waved, and Steve and Dr. Banner gave a smile small back.

"So, what brings you out of your room, Ms. Coulson?" Fury asked.

"Well, I swear we hit a pterodactyl or two, so I decided to leave my room before I ended up on the floor in a dazed and sleepy state." I said icily. My dad smiled a tiny bit, and Nick glared at him. I rolled my eyes and looked out of what I call the windows of the Helicarrier. Nothing but clouds, and specks of sky. I sighed and thought about going back to my room to play Adventure Quest on my dinosaur, and I remembered something.

"I never shut my iPod off!"I yelled, before slapping my forehead. I groaned and took a running start off to my room. I'm such an idiot! I just screwed up in front of a bunch of people I had been hoping to meet, and I seriously just slapped myself. I groaned inwardly as I realized that in my haste, I was hopelessly lost.

"God damn it!" I shouted, finding the nearest wall and sliding down it. I never should've left my room. I should've just sat in my own little world, waiting for the five minutes of father-daughter time I was allowed to have. I stood up again, pressing against the wall for support.

"Not again! I can't have my legs giving me problems now!" I groaned. I turned around to see the wall I was pressing my hands against, and saw that it was Dr. Banner's lab. Black Widow was showing him around, and he looked very impressed. I chuckled, knowing that this lab blew the doors off of the school's science lab. I lifted my hands from the wall, and stood straight. Black Widow left the lab, and Dr. Banner's eyes were on me. He walked towards the glass wall, and I felt my cheeks getting warmer. I took a few steps back, only to collide with another wall. I saw Bruce, I mean, Dr. Banner, chuckle from behind the glass. I smiled, but slid down the wall again. I hit my head on the wall pretty hard, and it took everything I had not to curl up into a ball and cry. I don't take pain very well, so all I do is sit there and try not to whimper as the pain slowly slips away. I closed my eyes, and I heard the sound of a door swooshing open. I groaned, and put my hand on the back of my head.

"Ms. Coulson? Are you alright?" The voice of Dr. Banner asked me softly. I just groaned in response, and his hand went to the back of my head.

"We've got to keep it elevated. Come on, I'll help you to your room." He said softly. Together, we stood, and he helped me regain my balance. I smiled, but it quickly turned into a grimace.

"How can you help me to a place that I've forgotten the location of?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Do you remember the room number?" He asked. I closed my eyes and tried to think of the number that was outside of my room.

"Um...it was B176. If that isn't enough, there's loud music playing from that area." I said, opening my eyes and relaxing again. My head was pounding, and Dr. Banner was trying to get me to my room quickly.

"B176 you said?" He asked. I nodded, and grimaced again.

"Don't do that, or the pain will get worse." He said softly. I sighed, hating the feeling of helplessness. After walking for what felt like forever, due to the pain, we arrived at my room. I fixed my door up to be a kick-in door, so I raised my foot and kicked the door open. He helped me to my bed, and he helped me lay down.

"Many thanks, Dr. Banner." I said with a strained smile.

"Call me Bruce. Dr. Banner is too formal." He chuckled. I could feel the pain slowly fade away as the music played. Bruce paced around my room, and I raised my hand to my head. A small flame popped onto my hand, with the words 'Fire heals' playing in my head. The flames brushed the back of my head as Bruce turned to face me. A smile graced my lips as the pain went away instantly.

"Ms. Coulson?" Bruce whispered. I looked over at him, and his eyes held wonder. It was like he had never seen anything like it. Oh, wait, no one ever has.

"I know it's strange, but it's what I can do. Please don't freak out." I said in a panic.

"I'm not going to freak out. Trust me, I'm not the person to freak out, considering who I am." He said, looking down. I stood, walked over to him, and gently placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I don't freak out either." I whispered, looking up at him. Even at fifteen, I cared about more than makeup and shoes. And I think I've just found my new friend.