Waiting For Superman

Chapter 5

"I am Director Fury I am the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.," the man said sticking his hand out.

"With all do respect Director Fury but I do not want to shake your hand," I say.

Fury nods his head, understanding my reason for not wanting to shake his hand.

"Please take a seat Ms. Ouellet," Fury motioned at the seat across from him.

I move in such way to keep my hands from touching any part of the chair, I kept my hands in my lap as I watched Fury take the seat he was in previously.

"Agent Coulson told me about your hesitation to say yes to this job position. Why is that?"

I nodded my head once," Mr. Fury you have to keep in mind I have never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. till yesterday. You can understand my hesitation in that area. Also with my ability to read minds and see past memories of objects makes me feel like," I struggled to find the right.

"A freak, social outcast?" A voice said from behind me," I know how you feel."

I turned around to see a man with curly brown hair, glasses, and brown eyes. He looked to be about six feet tall, he was dressed in a purple collared shirt, black slacks,and black dress shoes.

I stared at the man for a second," Yes, I do feel like a freak and social outcast."

The man smiled slightly," I'm Bruce Banner," he stuck his hand out to me.

I looked at his hand wearily, debating if I stood take it or not. Bruce facial features look slightly hurt as a spoke.

"I know, don't want to shake hands with the man who destroyed Harlem, understandable."

"It's, it's-" I was cut off by Fury.

"Dr. Banner this is the new agent, Agent Ouellet, she can read minds by touch."

"Oh, well that changes things," Bruce said with a slight smile.

"What brings you here Dr. Banner?" Fury asked.

I could tell he obviously wanted our meeting to be private.

"I have the data from the experiment," he said sticking a manila folder to Fury.

Director Fury looked up at me," Our meeting will have to continue later, more pressing matters have come up."

Bruce looked at the both of us," Oh. I'm sorry. Do I need to come back?'

"No it's fine, Mr. Banner," I say to him." It is nice to meet you."

And with that I got up and quickly grabbed the door handle and released it, the floor was still busier than ever as I roamed the room. I wanted to go up to my room but I didn't know which one would be mine. I bit my lip as I debated on going up and searching for my room, I finally decided I would go look for my room. I could place my hand on each door and watch the memories that door held, I would eventually come to my door. I walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. It wasn't long till the doors opened and I was going up to the fifty first floor. The doors opened with a ding and I stepped out. I was surprised to see that the floor was dull and was a long rectangular hallway. The lights on the ceiling were the only source of light.

"You would think they would spend more attention on the people that saved Earth," I mumble under my breath.

I took a deep breath as I started walking, I looked to the door on my right and decided I would start with that one, I placed my hand on the door handle and soon enough a man with long blonde hair came into my mind. He was tall, muscular, and dressed in some type of armor. I removed my hand and walked to the door right across from it. I placed my hand on the door and a woman with curl red hair appeared in my mind opening and closing the door. I walked to the door next to it and a man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with arrows strapped to his back was seen coming through this door. I sighed and went to the door across from his.

"With my luck I would get the last door," I groan under my breath.

I placed my hand on the door and images of Bruce Banner came into play, that obviously wasn't my room. I continue to walk through the halls, the room right next to Bruce's belonged to Tony Stark, I knew without having to place my hand on it because a metal sign on the door read,' Tony Stark. Genius, Playboy, Billionaire, Philanthropist.' I snorted, of course Tony Stark would put that on his door. It came down to the last two doors, the one across from Tony and then the one next to it. I walked next door and placed my hand on the door. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes came to mind. He was extremely tall and muscular. I couldn't find the strength to pull away from the door, this man was breath-takingly beautiful. I also felt as if I knew him in a sort of way, I saw his face on old posters but I just couldn't make out his name. It was on the tip of my tongue. I was a second away from remembering his name when the door opened and I went tumbling inside the mans room.

A/N: Comments on how you like the story so far would be wonderful!