Bandit (An Avengers Fan-Fic)

Chapter 3

        "So you expect me to believe that you are from 1800's and -and I quote- 'are made of sand'?" the man in the suit with a northern accent, known as Agent Coulson questioned.

        Let me backtrack for a second. I got in the "car" with Agent Coulson as soon as they hitched a trailor to the back for Gunsmoke. We took off at an alarming rate, faster than a train even. We traveled for about 20 minutes going God-knows-how-far. So, that's how I ended up in this dull grey, spotless room -with only a metal table and a couple of chairs in the center- in the building known as Base 023.

        "Yes. That is my story and I'm stickin' with it." I say coolly.

        He sighs, "Alright."

        "I am tellin' you the God's honest truth-" I start, "wait what?"

        "I believe you."

        "Why?"

        "What kind of person could make that up?"

        "True."

        "Anyways, Miss..." he trails off.

        "Moore," I finish for him.

        "Right. Miss Moore, do you have any questions for me?"

        "Hell yeah I do."

        "Shoot."

        "First off, what in creation is an 'agent'?"

        "Well I guess for you it would be like a federal marshal, except I work for a secret branch of the United States' government that deals with," he chooses his next words carefully, "special cases like yours."

        "So you are tellin' me that there are others out there like me?"

        "That's exactly what I'm saying."

        "Bullshit."

        "Not bullshit. There are tons of other cases like yours. In fact -I probably shouldn't even tell you about this- but we're putting together a team -well sorta."

        "What kind of team?"

        He thinks for a second, "Law enforcement, you could say." he smiles to himself as if laughing internally at an inside joke of some sort, "And if you can prove yourself, you may be allowed to join. But if you pull another stunt like you did today," he pauses to give me a pointed look, "you're going to find yourself in a very unhappy place."

        I chuckle darkly to myself as kick me feet onto the desk and cross them my ankles. "Now why would I want to be apart of your special little group," I say with a smirk.

        "Look, I've tried to be nice, but I can't ignore the fact that you're a theif -a common criminal- and you've happen to stumble across some powers, which means that I have to monitor you and keep you under control, and right now you're unstable."

        I sit up, lean forward, and raise a finger to point at him, "Listen here," I start angrily, "I am not unstable-" I watch in shock as my finger turns to sand and slowly trickles down onto the table. I lurch back into my seat, "WHAT THE HELL!" I screech, cradling my hand to my chest as I stare at in horror."FIX IT! FIX IT!" I yell at him, my cool and collected facade long since gone.

        All Agent Coulson does is lean back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest he stares at me through his dark glasses, an eyebrow raised. The look on his face just screams "Really? You're not unstable?"