Okay, legit, hi, it's been a while since I posted a fic. And since the introduction did so well and Name got over 75 notes (You guys are heckin amazing, ilu guys /p), well, Here ya go!
Warnings: Drugging I guess? S.H.I.E.L.D.'s an a-hole, Fury's an a-hole, implied imprisonment if you squint? Idk, really nothing major
Strong hands pinned you down and a sharp point was felt in your neck.
The already dark hallway started to seem darker, and the details of the ceiling seemed to blur.
Was it blurring? It seemed to be spinning.
Was that a different ceiling? It looked lighter, it might’ve been lighter out…
If it was lighter out, then it had been a good eight hours. At the least. You didn’t remember eight plus hours. That wasn’t good.
You frantically tried to sit up, but found yourself restrained, your arms, chest, and legs tied down. Yeah, tied down was the most viable option. You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
You stared back at the ceiling for a minute. Most definitely different.
Square tiles, light grey with darker specks, a grid of thin lines, a few shades darker than the light gray of the panels, was holding it up from what you could see.
You concentrated a bit, and heard exactly what you wanted. Rushing footsteps.
So your guess was a hospital or some sort of medical building or office.
You turned your head to the left, since usually doors would have been on that side. The door didn’t have the window at roughly an adult’s eye level. That set off a few warning bells. It was also grey, darker than the paneling and panels. You took a quick glance to your right.
Grey wall, no windows, The shade was in between the paneling and the door.
A glance back to the door told you that was also the color of all the walls.
There was also a logo, crest. You forgot what it was called but it was like the symbol on the wall, like of the military or the U.S. In general, except it had a non-shocking gray color with lines taking the shape of most likely an eagle. You had to squint to see the words on the far end, as it had a saying, like most.
Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.
There was probably an acronym for it, as the name was long and all the words were capitalized, though that happened with most logos and sayings. Oh, and it was probably strapped down, not tied.
The ‘and’ was probably not included in the acronym, but it might have been, so you tried it.
S.H.I.E.A.L.D?
S.H.I.E.L.D.
The acronym was S.H.I.E.L.D.
Likely a government organization, however you’d never heard of it.
On the other hand, the words could’ve easily had been for a spy organization. That made more sense. Why wouldn’t a spy organization want you, a kid who they could mold into a weapon, with powers that they (mostly) couldn’t control, except for super speed. And any spy organization would like that.
Oh, and you should probably figure out what they drugged you with. You weren’t the most knowledgeable with drugs, but you knew the basics.
“Is this slurring?” You asked yourself, so that was a no. You weren’t dizzy, you remembered everything, you figured out a ton of stuff so your judgement was fine. AKA, you didn’t know.
You were staring at the wall still when the door opened.
“Hi, Mr. S.H.I.E.L.D. Spy doctor” You told them, not bothering to look in that direction.
You assumed they were going to say something, but were a bit shocked at the accurate description.
You decided to look their way anyways.
Dark skin, eye patch, which didn’t seem right in a hospital, no uniform.
So, not a doctor, or at least not one working here. Gave a bit of an off-vibe. He wasn’t wearing a uniform, so he probably wasn’t a lower ranking officer here. In fact, the most likely thing was he was the head or director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
So that probably meant you were in their central building, or he just came to visit. The former was probably more likely, so you were probably on the east coast, which would be a change of scenery from sunny California. And out of the east coast, it was probably either NYC or DC. So, probably D.C.
“So, Mr. Director of the spy organization, S.H.I.E.L.D., what brings me to the east coast?” You asked, making your tone light and joking. He sat down in a chair in the opposite corner of the room. White fabric, sticking with the neutral theme of the room.
“Yeah, so are my observations?” You asked.
“Where’d you find that information out, L/n. That’s classified.” Even his tone was neutral.
“So S.H.I.E.L.D. 's that type of place, huh” You paused. “So what is it, D.C. or New York, Mr. Director”
He sighed. “You are to refer to me as Director Fury”
“Fury. Probably a last name. Kinda funny of one though, but it seems like it fits you. So what’s the first name? You seem like a generic name kinda guy. Jeff? Jake? Bill? Joe? Nick? Bo- Nick?” He sighed when you reached Nick, so you said, “Hi Director Nicholas Fury, nice to meet you. Anyway, straight to business. What am I doing here? Actually, you probably want my powers, so lemme redo that. What-”
He cut you off. “Enough rambling, L/n. First thing’s first, I need you to tell me how you knew those things, it’s-”
“Classified?” You guessed. “Street smarts, Fury. Second thing?”
“Do you know where you got your powers?”
“You need to come with me”
“I’d love to, Nick, but I’m strapped down here”
“You are to refer to me as Director Fury” He repeated.
“I’ll try. Mind unstrapping me and I’ll follow?” You asked.
A different man came in. Pale, auburn hair, brown eyes. He unstrapped you, and then promptly walked back out again.
You stood up, then glanced down at your clothes. Baggy, too-large S.H.I.E.L.D. Grey sweatshirt with the logo in the corner and dark grey pants, white socks, and a tightly fitting metal band around your left ankle. Probably a power dampener, which made sense.
“You guys really like grey, huh?” You asked.
And you did. It was kind of fun, sliding through the halls in socks.
He opened a door into a room that may have been a cell, told you to stay there, and left, locking the door.
It probably was a cell, actually, but a nice one at that. Clean bed hanging on the wall, three shelves parallel, the bottom holding a few identical outfits as the one you were wearing, socks included, a hoodie, and a pair of pretty nice looking sneakers, which you slipped on. The top two were empty
So they bothered to get fitting shoes, but not clothes? Oh well.
Desk with a rolling chair on the wall across from the bed, with two drawers and a cabinet, and- Was that an iPad on the desk?
You rushed to check. Sure enough, a tablet was standing on the desk. Internet access, wifi, google with all the programs, Netflix, Hulu, and a S.H.I.E.L.D. app or program, but the only thing you got from that was “Y/n L/n does not have access to any files or programs.”
You opened both drawers, which were empty, but the cabinet had three shelves. The top had a binder and a good few notebooks, the second had some pencils, pens, and a legal pad. The bottom had some pads, which were shoved in the back, a flashlight, and a box of protein bars.
There was also a bathroom in the back, with a shower, sink, and closed off toilet. Few disposable cups next to the sink, and a hair brush, five black hair ties, and a bun donut.
You pulled the binder out of the cabinet, sat on the bed, and started flipping through it.
After skipping four pages of credits and authors, the first page was a dress code for recruits.
It required the outfit you were given, the sneakers, and for people with long hair past their shoulders, a high ponytail or bun. So you were a recruit.
So you pulled your hair into a high ponytail, and continued.
You decided to read the dress codes for higher ups, and then it was protocols. You probably should’ve read it, but you didn’t feel like it. After that it was the ranks, which you also should’ve read but didn’t feel like it. Then it was history. You read the start, but then it got into all the Directors and missions so you skipped it. You left the binder on the bed and watched a documentary on WWII and Captain America. You were in the middle of it when Director Fury opened the door.
“Hiya Nick” You said, pausing your movie.
“Director Fury” He replied sternly.
“Sorry” You shrugged sheepishly. “Anyway-”
“This is Agent Romanoff” A redheaded, green eyed woman with hair down to her shoulders, which was a dress code violation, but Nick didn’t care, in a combat suit walked in behind Fury.
He promptly left, closing the door behind him.
“They really gave you the babysitter job, huh? You look you can do cooler stuff than that”
“I can” She said. “You can call me Nat, by the way. I call ‘im Nick too, so he might just hate you”
You laughed. “I mean, I can think of multiple reasons for him to hate me, but if he wants my powers, he should be nicer”
Her smile faltered. “You didn’t see it yet?” She asked.
“You mean my anklet?” You asked. “Still”
