I guess I'm apart of their ' Team ' now.
Well I call it a team but to be honest they're all acting like a family more then anything.
I've been here just under a month and Coulson, once again, was right. My powers increased slowly, at first I could only mimic small, almost useless powers like moving tiny objects a even tinier distance at a time.
But Coulson was stubborn. He wouldn't settle, so instead he started to get me up at 5 Am every single morning to practice.
He doesn't show up as often anymore - but I can understand why, there's more missions coming in, he doesn't have time.
All the same I wake up at the same time, get changed and start practicing - simple things, I don't wanna overdo it again.
At around 7 I finally hear movement in the rest of the Bus, and with a sigh of relief I relax, picking up my phone and turning off the music.
Of course I get changed and have a shower, by then it's around Half Eight and I know what's next - the best part of my day so far. Breakfast.
Nobody really bothers with breakfast to much - Fitzsimmons just grab themself some cereal and disappear back down to the lab - Ward has soon ' Manly ' sandwich and to be honest I've never seen May eat breakfast before.
Me, Skye and Coulson seem to be the only people who sit down - everyone else is still in the kitchen getting their breakfast.
Everything seems strangely silent until finally Skye decides that we should all discuss the next mission.
Now I'm not a shield agent yet so naturally I grab my stuff about to leave but Coulson stops me.
"Your apart of this Mission, it wouldn't be clever to leave."
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Mimicking the Stars
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