They could be sleeping, but Willow knew they weren't. She saw the small, blurry bodies of her younger sisters, and the sloppy bullet wounds in their foreheads and weakly clawed her way over to them.
"Kyla... Maren..." Willow rasped, slowly sitting up.
"Kyla..." she broke down sobbing.
"Maren..." Willow slumped over, her damaged brain disregarding the bodies strewn around her. She barely heard the footsteps of someone behind her, and vacantly answered the questions he asked.
"What's your name?" the man said, crouching next to her.
"Wil-Willow." she choked out.
"Well, Willow, my name is Agent Coulson, and I am an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."
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