X marks the spot

Pilot

The door slammed, he writhed around on the floor, again. His ribs hurt more this time, he knew what he was getting himself into when he didn't give in to their want right away. He knew, he always had. Yet, he had done it anyway. 

Although, instead of silence, he heard noises. Gunfire, to be precise. 

Maybe this was just another fantasy his mind had cooked up. Another dreamlike scenario to keep himself mildly sane as he drifted off once again. 

To be honest, it didn't sound so bad. At least, at the start, these dreams didn't seem to be so. At the time, they'd be as real as could be. 

No, it was always the ending that brought him back, where the world would go black and he'd slowly realize that he was once again awake. That he'd have to get up and repeat it all again. Fight, eat, sleep, repeat. That was it, that was the pattern. 

Despite what his brain would makeup, it would always be that. A dream, a desire that would never be realized. 

Wow, he really was getting flowery now with his thoughts, maybe he really was about to finally drift off for the last time. 

At least the cycle would then be broken. 

At least then he'd be free. 

At least, then he would've done something good for once. Not just resisting with the intention of making a difference for the better, and instead only making it worse for himself and how many other people stayed in the hell with him. 

When he came to again, he was in yet another cell. Only this time, a man was there, with a smile on his face. Differnt face, same intentions most likely. After all, the setting hadn't really changed; so why would the people?

"Hello, you're probably wondering what's going on?" the man started with, the boy nodding. "I'm agent Coulson. I'm with SHIELD. You were a prisoner of a PMC" He informed the boy, who nodded.

"They spoke about you a lot." The boy finally said, his voice croaking and gruff. Coulson made a motion, telling him to go on. "They said you were a target. Wanted you dead." He told Coulson, who nodded.

They were both interrupted when the door opened, a younger man and girl walking in. The man holding the girl by the elbow. She was put in the chair next to him. 

"You're making a big mistake." The girl said. 

"You don't look that big." The man said, the boy narrowing his eyes but looking away after a second.

"Sorry for the lack of finesse. Agent Ward here has had a little history with your group. The rising tide." Coulson informed the girl, Ward having an annoyed look on his face.

"I don't know.... What you're..." the girl trailed off. She then turned to the boy, who met her eyes for a second. "And, I've never seen him before." She finished, Ward looking at the boy quickly. Whose eyes were still on the floor.

"Ok, there are two ways we can do this." Ward started.

"Oh, is one of them the easy way?" the girl asked sarcastically, although it was still with a bit of hope of a 'yes'. Unfortunately, that didn't come. Coulson noticed the boy tightening his fists at the option of the 'hard way'.

"What are your names?" Coulson asked. The girl responding with "Skye." Before all eyes went to the kid. Who looked down.

"What's your name kid?" Ward asked. 

"Ask one of the guards, if their alive, they'd know." He answered. Ward was about to push, the boy seemed to know, as he looked up with a glare and snarled. "I don't know okay?" Before dropping back in the chair and eyeing the two men, a silence overcame them.