A/n this book is in first person perspective. Also past tense because why not? Now you get to reading.

Geronimo!

"Listen carefully" he said "this won't be easy for you to hear" "what is it dad?" I asked shakily. Thoughts were racing through my head

did something happen to mom?

did something happen at S.H.I.E.L.D?

did someone find out I glitter-glued Fury's eyepatch?

"Rebbeca" he said and paused "what just tell me already!" I exclaimed, getting super nervous now. "Rebbeca...you're adopted."

I exhaled in relief. "Yeah I know" I replied "you had me scared for a second though." "What! How did you know that?" He asked confused "I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D dad" I reminded him "I tend to learn anything I can get my hands on." "Don't call me dad" "why not?" I asked "that's the second part"

"Your original father found out about you being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and he...well... um he" "just cut to the chase already" I said annoyed, putting my feet up on the table. "He um fought for your custody and he well-" "he won." I finished."yes" he sighed his response. "Wait a second, 'Father?' What about my mother and how did he just figure out about me now?" I asked, feeling something I rarely feel: confusion. "Well..." He took a deep breath, as if pained him to say it. "Your mother died of childbirth and your father didn't know you existed" he said quickly. "So?" I said shrugging.

I knew that I was adopted, which normally means that one or both of your parents are dead, so this was kinda expected... I'm used to people dying, I mean, I'm a spy. And I honestly don't care for people.

"I was expecting a different reaction" "well I'm a different kind of person aren't I?" I said, stressing the word different. "Rebbeca, you know we put you in those classes for your own good."

A few months ago they put me in therapy sessions with a dude named doctor Samson. I really 'wasn't responding well to the treatment.' His words not mine. They ended up taking me out of the classes, not because I wasn't responding, but because 'I'm not going to take any amount of money for her. She tells me my whole day from start to finish because she 'simply guessed' and she acts like an adult and that she knows more than me. Have fun finding someone who will take her' once again, his words, not mine

"Also because you think I'm a sociopath, but I'm not. I just get bored all the time, don't like people and love my job so much I couldn't care less if I was paid. You're worried about me and I swear I. Am. Fine. It's not affecting my daily life at all. It's not like I want to talk to people. They bore me anyway."

Okay maybe I was a bit of a sociopath

He raised his eyebrows at me and then straightened his posture. "That's another conversation to be had later. Anyway another thing..."

What is it this time.

"You can't work for S.H.I.E.L.D anymore"

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A/n: well I guess that's sort of kind of a cliff hanger.

Now remember my lovelies Ily
-JL