Connections

S.H.I.E.L.D Makes A Bad Impression

You wake up to a blinding light in your eyes. You try to pull your hands up to block the light, but your hands are cuffed to the chair you were sitting in. You tried using your telekinesis, but you felt nothing. It was as if your powers had been stripped away.

"Don't try to use your powers. You'll just wear yourself out." A voice said. Your vision cleared and you saw a man sitting across from you. He had brown hair that was slightly receding, and has wrinkles around his eyes. His mouth was slightly grinning, but you think that that is just the way he looks. You guess he's in his early 40's.

"Would you like a cookie?" he asks, pushing the plate of cookies your way. "Oh, right," he said, looking at your cuffed hands.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, glaring at the man.

"My name is Agent Coulson, and S.H.I.E.L.D is very interested in you."

"You mean they're interested in my powers," you retort.

"That is also true." He pulled out a folder he had been holding from under the table. "(F/n), 18 years old, single, lives with 5 year old brother i-"

"Where is my brother?!" You say harshly. "What have you done with him?"

Agent Coulson lowered the folder to look at you. "He is fine. Actually, he's better than fine. Now, please don't interrupt me. It's rude."

"Like I give a shit," you say sarcastically. Agent Coulson glares at you, sending chills down your spine. You stop talking and look down at your feet.

"As you can see, we know everything about you, so there's nothing you can hide." He shuts the folder and places it in the corner of the table, straightening it as he talks.

"Don't worry. We don't plan to hurt you; we just need to make sure you're not a threat to anyone, and obviously by your act of bravery in the bank robbery, I think you're nothing to worry about." He gives you a reasurring smile. "However, I'm only an agent, therefore my opinion is not the deciding factor. I suggest during your stay here you lay low; stay out of trouble."

You hear a door opening and closing behind you, but you can't turn around due to your restraints. You see a pair of hands on the table, and you look up.

Holy fucking Jesus it's Tony Stark you say in your head.

"Hello there," he says to you. You incoherently mumble and he chuckles. You look back down and you see a syringe in his hands. You try to move away, avoiding the sharp needle.

"Don't worry, it's only for sleep," Mr. Stark said, not at all reasurring you. "But also don't move; we don't want you to go into a coma." Your eyes widen as he moves the needle towards you. You look pleadingly to Agent Coulson.

"I'll see you later, (y/n)," he says. Your vision becomes blurry as you fall into unconsciousness.