Dove and Dart (Under Extreme Editing)

Team and Torment

Dart:

"If you don't give me that right now I am going to stuff you into the garbage compressor and slowly allow it to squeeze the very fiber out of your being." My voice was dangerously low as I glared across the table at Josh, who was reaching for the last piece of bacon.

Josh's hand slowly retreated and he settled on getting more eggs instead.
Phill had thought we should spend more time together as a team so he scheduled these mandatory breakfasts. Because me at a table after waking up makes for a great bonding experience.
Did you note the sarcasm? No? Well then, you're an idiot.

I was only agreeing to this whole being a team thing because it meant I finally got to prove my worth and go into the field. So the breakfasts were just another thing I had to put up with. Then again, the bacon was delicious.

I grabbed the last piece and glared at everyone as I nibbled on it.

My knees were pulled up to my chest and I was hiding behind my legs, refusing to be civilized in any form of the word.

James threw a grape at me to try and wake me up, but I just glared past my curtain of hair.

Then Coulson came in with an annoucement. "Everyone's uniforms are done. They can be picked up after the meeting from the weaponry department."

I saw Dove and Josh exchange a glance at the word weaponry.

Coulson continued. "I need everyone suited up and in the main training area at 0900. Today we start team training."
Insert a very loud but mental groan of distraught here.

The word "team" wasn't exactly very...fitting. We hardly knew each other and the most we, well, the most I talked to any of them, excluding James, was to threaten them.

Team was not the right term. Maybe if you took me out then it could be a team, but I definitely cannot see myself as part of anything that requires *shudders with disgust* cooperation.

Shortly after Coulson made his announcement, he left. He was probably attending to some "top secret SHIELD bussiness" aka watching reruns of Super Nanny.

Everyone else left pretty quickly after Phill, probably eager to see their finished suits, but I really didn't give a rat's butt about how it looked.

*Flashback*

"Ok, honey, what colors do you like?"

"I stared at the stylist as though she were a blank sheet of paper, so much promise and yet so empty.

You would think she would have been tipped off by my black combat boots, black cargo pants, black tank top, and black beanie that I liked black.

"I am going to go out on a limb here," she says after a pause.

I hope the branch snaps.

"And I am going to guess you like black?"

I raised one eyebrow at her and she hurriedly began scribbling on her notepad.

"But we can't just do black, you need something to accent such a dull color."
I pulled a knife from my pocket and began peeling an apple I had stolen from one of her assistants at her comment.

I watched her swallow nervously.

"Like green, perhaps? Green would look great with your eyes."

"Sure." I shrugged noncommittally, taking a big bite of the fully peeled apple.

She slowly nodded. "How about you tell me about some of your powers and we can design the suit based on your needs?"

"I can do this." I threw a knife at her head but then teleported and caught it just a breath away from embedding between her eyes.