I've heard stories of mutant team called the X-Men who fought evil, but they're probably all dead or captured. I heard their leader was telepathic and telekinetic like me, and one of their members was a blue shapeshifter. I don't believe in fairytales, but everyone says they existed about a decade ago. If they did, then why aren't they protecting us now? Why aren't they here when mutantkind needs them most?

I fall asleep at my desk, and wake up hours later. I look pathetic with a red spot on my face from the desk, and the messiest hair known to a woman.

"Miss Jansen, can we come in?" A familiar voice asks.

"Let me think about it. No." I reply. He knocks again, and again, and, well, you get the idea.

I drown out his knocking with music, and change out of my leotard and tights. I return from my bathroom wearing a black long sleeved top, some black leggings, socks, and black tennis shoes.

"Bess! Open up!" Cap shouts from behind the door. These guys are desperate.

"No." I calmly reply. His knocks turn to him pounding, and I hold back the urge to communicate mentally.

I have a few plans, but all of them involve a miracle. I need to outrun him to get away. Let's get something straight: I can't run. I have perfect balance and I always have a plan, but I think I've been outsmarted.

"Stop whining before I change my mind." I snap as I walk to the door.

I unlock it, and he stumbles forward, nearly falling on and crushing me. I stop him before he can, and my eyes dart everywhere, searching for possible escape routes. His stay on me, watching for any signs of aggression. I awkwardly smile at him, and close the door, secretly locking it the second it closed.

"Miss Jansen, we need to speak." He says.

"First off, call me Bess. Second, yes, Captain, we have lots to discuss." I reply, pretending to be innocent and naive.

I sit down on a barstool in the kitchen, and he goes around the bar to see my face. I flash a quick smile, and then my face returns to its original state: unreadable. I look at the helmet he wears. When I try to read his mind, I can't enter it. He has some kind of neural inhibitor in that helmet or in an earpiece.

"Don't try to get in my head, Bess. If you do, there's an entire unit of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents outside this building ready to arrest you." He warns.

"Understood. Now, it's my turn to let something straight with you. I have never committed a crime in my life, and I have known about the X-Gene I carry for years. Also, tell your boss that I know some people that could call the cops at any time for illegal experimentation that I know goes on behind those walls." I snap.

"Clever gir-"

"I'm not a velociraptor, so don't act like you're from Jurassic World when you speak to me." I say, cutting him off.

"Who are your parents?" He asks, trying to change the topic.

"My mom is named Alison and my father is named John, and I hope you know their last name." I reply.

"I need you to come with me, and then Fury can-"

"Do what? Throw me in a cell to rot? If Fury knows I exist, life as I know it will be over." I say, cutting him off again. I hear footsteps climbing the stairs.

"Don't move." He orders.

"You called backup. I hear six sets of footsteps, and weapons being loaded. I can also hear Fury through your earpiece, telling you to bring me in already." I respond. Clearly, he doesn't known the full extent of my abilities.

"How did you-"

"Enhanced senses. I guess you'll need to update your file." I comment. I have a plan to mess with them all.

I put my hands up in surrender, and smirk. He looks surprised, but still carries on with his task. He locks a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, and I don't fight. I can destroy them psychologically. He leads me outside, and I climb into a black car.

Hours have passed. I stare at the corner in the cell. No collar, no cuffs, just trust. I go to where the sercurity camera they graciously provided can't see me, and make the motion used when Force choking someone in Star Wars. The camera breaks, and I carry out the second phase of my plan. I could teleport away, but where's the fun in that?

"Mama? Mama, where are you?" I ask after becoming a small child. I laugh and repeat my question, followed by more laughter.

Footsteps near, and I hide in the corner, still in my childlike form. I hear confused dialogue, followed by the cell door opening. The Captain walks in, and I end my act. I change back, and glare. I thought he would stay in the control room. He grabs my wrist and shoves me onto the firm cot in my cell.

"You are causing me too much trouble, Bess. I'm tempted to send you off to one of their other facilities made to specifically hold mutants. Unless you can prove me wrong, a concrete cell and metal bench will be your future. So prove me wrong." He says. I nod, fearing for my life. He isn't wearing a helmet or earpiece. Perfect.

Okay, I'm scared. Just let me go home already. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be at home. I want to draw. I want to dance. I want to continue my life the way it was before you and S.H.I.E.L.D. came after me. I project with a weak voice.

"You can fight, Bess. One day, you could even become an Avenger." He says, trying to calm me down.

"I don't want to be an Avenger. I want to continue my normal life." I reply.

He gets up, and leaves. Then, an agent walks in with a type of baton. It is almost like a taser at the end. He turns it on, and beats it against my weak body. I scream for help before shoving him back, and I run out of the cell. A minute later, I stop. They want me to escape so I can become a criminal. I bet they need a reason for my arrest.

I watch shadows curve around the hall, and recognize the fury in the steps. Cap is coming. I put my hands up, and I return to the cell, prepared to take whatever pain that waits for me inside its walls. Then, a male figure looms over me.

"Agent Harden, Fury wants you in the control room." The man commands. I watch him run off, and then someone closes the cell door.

I'm trapped again, and I doubt they'll let me go if I try my trick again. A few minutes later, a man comes in, and locks a bracelet around my wrist. He leaves, and I inspect their new toy. It beeps each time my heart beats. I guess it's a tracker for my vitals. A man walks to the door of my little cell.

"Bess, you are nothing but trouble. If I didn't-"

"Fury, I just want out of this cell. I thought I could get in and out, but I can't with your star spangled guard dog." I say, cutting him off. He's the reason I'm here.

"Why did you turn yourself in?" He asks.

"I don't know. I have guts, I guess. I do know that I'm gonna kill you soon if you don't let me out of this cell." I reply without a hint of fear.

"You have two choices: I could leave you here to rot, or you could join our cause." He offers.

"I choose the third option." I counter.

"Which is what?" He asks.

"I go home without any trackers or soldiers against me. When I get home, there will be no microphones or cameras." I respond. He laughs and I shoot him a nasty glare.

"No. You can forget about a third option. You either join us or waste away here." He says.

"I guess I choose to..."