Chapter eleven:
Maria Fury
1:40
Starbucks

I sat in the corner, stirring my hot chocolate. No, it wasn't coffee. I am only sixteen after all.

The joint doors opened and I looked up. When I saw who walked in, I smirked.

Agent Maria Hill walked up the counter and order a Mocha Frapuccino. Whipped cream of course.

I walked up the desk, my hot cocoa in my hand and cleared my throat.

"Excuse me? Could you add some whipped cream to this? I'm pretty sure I asked for some." The lady behind the counter nodded and Agent Hill looked at me

It had been awhile since I've seen Agent Hill. Last time I saw her, S.H.I.E.L.D was falling. Not the best time to get to know someone.

"I'm assuming that getting a cup of hot cocoa wasn't your only intention today." Hill said, following me back to my table.

"No. I actually wanted to talk." I said, sitting down. Hill sat across from me.

"I don't have much time." Hill said, glancing out the window.

"You have twelve minutes. Don't worry, I'll make it fast." I took a sip of my hot cocoa.

"First off. Coulson." Hill sighed.

"You found out didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yep." Hill sighed.

"Coulson had formed that team before S.H.I.E.L.D fell. However, he continued using that team after S.H.I.E.L.D fell, and why he didn't tell you, I have no idea." I sighed. Now was the hard part.

"Why can't I remember anything before I turned nine?" Hill frowned.

"What?" I looked away.

"The last thing I remember is Agent May shooting my in the shoulder. Before that, everything is black. I can't remember anything." Hill sighed.

"Maybe your just forgetting things because your busy. You know, with the missing heroes, and-."

"Hill." Agent Hill fell silent.

"You were my dads second in command. I know this isn't normal. Why. Can't. I. Remember. Anything? Why did Agent May shoot me that day?" I asked.

Agent Hill sighed. She was debating someone, I know it.

"Look, all I can say is this. When you were five....something....happened to you. It frightened us all, especially your father. When.....that something...ended, you were around nine. Agent May thought it wasn't you so she shot you." I frowned. This wasn't adding up.

"I was told I was raised by Coulson until I was nine. Then my Dad started raising me." Agent Hill nodded.

"There's a reason why that happened." I nodded, thinking.

"What....exactly....happened?"

"I'm under orders not to say." I growled.

"What. Happened." Agent Hill sighed.

"When you were five, Coulson was watching over you. Then, one night, you vanished. When you came back......you were scared. Frightened. You saw things that no child should ever see." But what did I see? Why can't I remember?

The cops pulled up a couple seconds later. Agent Hill glanced out the window and looked at me.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could say more, but-."

"You can't. I know."

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Third person POV
2:00
Somewhere in New York.....

"Sir. The process is finished." The man smirked evilly.

"Good. And the gems?"

"Safe. What should we do with them?" The man thought for a moment.

"Where is Doctor Octavius?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D prison sir." The man frowned. That wouldn't do......

"What about Kraven the Hunter?"

"Missing sir." The man growled. Where's a good villain when you need one.

"Sir....if I may ask....what are you planning do with the gems?" He sighed.

"I need to make sure they work. And for that, I need the perfect test subject."

"Antonia Stark? Leonardo Rogers? Or Samuel Banner?"

"No. The solider serum in Leonardo's veins would interfere, and Antonia has enough problems. And Samuel Banner is unconscious remember?"

"Oh....right." He shook his head.

"No...I need a normal human. Someone who the gems wouldn't reject, and who it would interfere with their lives."

"I'm confused sir...."

"I need to use the gems on Director Maria Fury."

"Oh......and how do you plan to do that?" The man growled.

"Just get back to work!!"

"Yes sir!!" The man sighed and looked at his computer screen. He'd need a perfect plan to place the gem with Maria.

And he had a feeling he'd know exactly how to get it to her.

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Yes, I know, it's short and I'm sorry for that.