Femme Fatale

Names are a Powerful Thing Pt. 1

When I was a little girl there was this story that my mother used to tell me to explain to me why my father left before I was born and why I was so different from all of the other children. She told me that I was a princess and that my father was a powerful king who loved me so much that he had to leave to prepare a special place for me in his kingdom. She also told me that someday he would come back for me and take me home so that I could reign as the princess I was meant to be. As my parents were supposedly different races and my mother never seemed distressed about my father leaving us, I believed her. After all what lonely child wouldn't dream of being a princess?

I believed in my mother's words until well after her death. I was a hopeful teenager but as the years drew on I started to believe less and less that I was ever going to get to go to the home where I truly belonged. I was a princess without a castle. Thoughts started to cross my brain such as what if my father can't find us because we moved across the universe when our planet was destroyed? What if the same thing that destroyed Bosh killed my father? What if something else killed my father in his search to get back to me? Lastly and most prominently, what if I wasn't this special princess and my father never cared for me at all? I was just this Boschian freak who might have been able to save everyone around her but didn't.

At this point in time that's what I thoroughly believed. I couldn't even go looking for my father if I wanted too because my mother never told me where he was from. When I had asked her about him when we moved to Earth, she only retorted that he wasn't necessarily from one place, and that I shouldn't ask again. I came to the conclusion that when it came to my father, my mother was almost as clueless as I was. For all I knew he could have been lying to her about being royalty. At least I knew he was powerful. That's why when I was four I could make it rain, and when I was nine I could make the earth trees grow.

That's also why right now I was holding up a fireball, trying not to attack the man who had walked into my place of work and had started questioning where I was from and if I could do anything besides control water, fire, and earth. I never did master wind. If my father wasn't powerful, I'd be your run of the mill fades into the background Boschian. I'd probably be a dead Boschian, but I don't say anything like this to the man with the eye patch who is asking me questions. I just try to remain calm.

"Miss Clark, please put the fireball out," he tells me. He has his hands out in front of him, and takes a step closer "I told you that I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then why are you here?" I ask. I lower my hand but I don't extinguish my flame yet. I still don't trust this man. Why should I? He hasn't given me any reason to lower my defenses so far.

"As I said before my name is Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I would like to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative," he says to me. I weaken the flame in my hand. It probably wasn't the best idea to have an open fire around all of these plants anyway "My organization would like to build up a team of unique individuals. See if they could become something greater when they fight the battles that others never could."

"And you think I'm unique?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Miss Clark, you're aware you just had a fireball aimed at my head?" he asks me. I don't say anything. I just give him a long glare "Look, S.H.I.E.L.D. finds you quite impressive. You've actually been under our radar for a quite a while now."

"How is that? Have you been spying on me?" I ask him, knowing that must have been the case. He knew where to find me and he was well aware that I wasn't your average Earth human.

"Spying? No. Keeping an eye out for? Yes. You first became known to SHIELD about fifteen years ago when we detected an unfamiliar source crashing to Earth. That source was you and your mother," he informs me. I nod. I suppose someone would pick up on that. Our carrier wasn't exactly Earth material "We've kept an eye on you since then. Part of that was for your own safety. Part of that was because we knew this day would come."

"The day when you would ask me to be one of your heroes?" I ask. I begin playing with the vines of a smaller plant, drawing shapes with my mind. I suppose I didn't need any protection but it made for a nice distraction from the idea of me being a hero.

"Exactly. We would like you to be apart of our team, Sarah Clark" Director Fury states.

"It's Seira. My name is Seira Clark," I correct him, intertwining the vines "My mom chose a different approach to the name when we moved here from Bosh. Seira is my Earth name."

"Alright Seira, SHIELD, would like you to become apart of our team. If you don't mind me asking, what is your given name?" he asks me, folding his hands behind his back. In response I give him a smirk.

"If you've been keeping an eye out for me, shouldn't you already know?" I ask him, shaking my head "Besides that's something I'd rather not tell you Mr. Fury. There's a lot of power in knowing someone's name."