The Thunder

"Hey Rollins" the blonde woman gave you a reassuring smile as you walked in the Police Station, straight followed by another beauty with blue eyes and golden hair. Now that you thought about it, the quantity of blond people around you was unusually high and you wondered absently if you had developed another power... Lighten-Hair girl? "Oh no, please don't make us blond, we like dark hair-"

"Hi Name" your snapped out of it as Amanda walked up to meet you two, then pointed out to this woman. "Who's your friend?"

The woman took a hand out for her to shake, which Rollins did immediately, taking in how firm and full of authority it was.

"Agent Jennifer Jareau, BAU" she said with a smile. "But please, call me JJ, agent Rollins".

Amanda gave her a huge smile then, trying to suffocate the fact she was with a Federal agent in that moment for unknown reasons. She sent a glance towards Name. Was she in trouble? Well, apparently she wasn't arrested, and JJ looked friendly, but still...

Oh man, Liv is going to kill her...

"Okay" she said, letting her arms fall to her sides, still smiling somewhat nervous. "But then call me Amanda, or just Rollins".

"Rollins" JJ replied, a little and reassuring smile playing on her lips. Amanda felt her owns face softening; this woman seemed to be way too friendly as to be there because of something bad.

"Hey! See who's in here!" Amanda heard his partner behind her, coming along with a wide smile. She heard you chuckle. "How you doin', JJ? What's up with Will and lil' Henry?"

"Hi Finn. They're fine, thank you. I see you well"

Finn left out a short laugh.

"Indeed; i'm a sergeant now. And a grandpa'! ME!"

Amanda felt a little out of place in that moment. It was clear to everyone they knew each other, which was good, since that meant Name had done nothing wrong, but she hated the fact she was feeling like a newbie all over again.

Olivia came then, rushing in with a fold file on her left hand and a coffee (probably her second of the day) on the other one, but stopped dead on her track once she saw the group. A small smile curved her lips.

"Jennifer, I didn't expect you," she sent Name a look out of the corner of her eye, but she just ignored it, still talking with Finn.

"I'm sorry I couldn't  notify you Olivia, I was hoping to talk about a couple of things if you had a minute" JJ replied, this time with a serious tone. Finn and Rollins were the ones to exchange a look this time.

"Of course" Olivia nodded. "We'll talk about it right now," then her eyes darted towards Name, who grimaced. Rollins suppressed a laugh, but couldn't help snorting, to which Name pressed her lips together. "My office" Olivia said, leaving no room to any kind of excuse. "Now".

"Good luck, Name!" Finn said at her back, Name answering with a wave of hand.

"She's gonna need it" Rollins replied, talking a seat and continuing her reading.

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JJ followed you to Olivia's office and closed the door once the three of you were in. Olivia left the archive on her table a little harder than necessary and you made a face. Man, she was pissed indeed...

Olivia remained in silence for a few more minutes; you kept looking awkwardly around, making contact with JJ's sympathetic gaze from time to time. A very similar scene but at the same time very different came to your mind then.

The lights in the small room where you found yourself were blinking again and again. You didn't like that. Absently you wondered what would happen if you made them burst, either with your powers, either with your fists. However, you wouldn't want to startle Aiden once he re-entered the room. And nobody was trustworthy. No one. Anyone could be with them, anyone could retaliate.

"What's your name, honey? I'm Riley".

You kept looking forward, showing no emotion or even having heard the man in front of you. He was sitting on the edge of a chair, leaning toward you.

"Come on, what's your name? We know the other one is Aiden."

He had fair skin, reddish brown hair, and dark, brown eyes. He was in shape, as you had already witnessed when they entered the base. He had taken upon you and your brother along with a couple of other soldiers, and now you were there. Well, there you were, at least until Aiden came through the door of the hand of a woman with a similar to the equipment of the man who was in front of you. Aiden smiled, his face smeared with something brown and sticky, and you frowned.

The soldier looked at the boy and then at you. It was the first emotional response I saw you, it was little... but it was something.

"Do you want to eat too?" The young man gave you a hesitant smile. "We have chocolate."

"What I want does not matter," you answered neutrally. The man shuddered at the tone you used. What the hell had they done to you?

You jumped when Olivia powerful voice startled you, the memory falling to pieces as you came back to the real world.

"MAY I KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU'VE BEEN THINKING!?" she demanded, her always kind yet firm gaze looking upon you. You pressed your lips together as she lectured you. She breathed in deeply then, before keep talking, now shouting a little less. "I know you are used to live on your own, I know you like spending time with the Stacys. And I know you've been through a lot of awful things no one your age should ever feel on their bones" she touched then abstenly the silver plate around her wrist. "But... we are supposed to be family; from here to Chicago, to Quantico, Name. I am your family, Calvin and Noah are your family. I don't know how you got into this but..." at that point you looked really confused.

"I thought I was being scolded because of almost not going to class this week?" you asked hesitantly.

Olivia gave JJ a look and you felt her delicate hand on your back as she sat next to you.

"In part" she admitted, "but also because we know the reason why that's happened".

Everything clicked and you swore mentally. You were going to kill Spencer Reid. Painfully.

"It was nothing," you managed to say through gritted teeth. Olivia raised an eyebrow, her glasses sliding down til the bridge of her nose.

"I wouldn't call two broken ribs, a partial concussion and a couple dozens of bruises nothing", she took your hand into hers and gave it a squeeze. "I know I can't talk you out of being a hero, but I need you to come to me if... when something like this happens again".

"I'm not a hero," you replied right away and JJ's eyes saddened at the tone you had used. Liv seemed to be thinking for a moment before talking again to you.

"How many you saved from getting hurt when you ended like that?" was Olivia's respond. You stayed in silence for a minute before answering.

"At least 3".

"Then" she stated pointing at your chest "you are a hero. A heroine, to be exact. "In a gesture she almost could call her own, she clasped her hands together and took a deep breath. "Now... you're staying out of it for a couple of weeks".

Your head snapped right up. No no no.

"What?"

"You heard me. No running around the city, no going on patrols, no getting in trouble... til your wounds are healed," you were wordless, even though you opened your mouth to reply. But she didn't let you. "Better the next words that come out from your mouth are "yes, Olivia, of course, Olivia" or else I don't want to hear it, am I clear?"

You breathed in deeply, looking from your aunt to your common blonde friend, both their looks firm. Closing your eyes, you nodded.

"As water".

"Great, now JJ and I have some things to discuss" Olivia gave Jennifer a stern look and you knew that was your cue to out the room.

You got up from your chair, leading to the door and debating between intervene or not. You hesitated for a moment.

"Is the team coming?" You said with a voice barely above a whisper, not turning around.

You heard JJ sigh.

"Probably".

You nodded to yourself and closed the door behind you, leaving the two woman alone.

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"Steve..." Natasha began to speak, but her friend shook his head.

"I don’t want to hear it, Nat," he replied, his blue eyes fixed on the table in front of him and on his hands, on the hardness and cuts that made up his skin.

Natasha pursed her lips. She wasn’t the right one for these things. She could not even clear up herself, so how could she help Steve?

The subject of Coulson, the mutants, the inhumans... was driving them crazy. Bobbi was at hospital, Skye was M.I.A., Stark was still being a jerk. They didn’t stop going from one mission to another, each time with more problems with governments and international associations, and things didn’t seem to improve. If someone had told her that in the 21st century they would continue to fight against the Nazis, she would have laughed in their face. Although, on the other hand, after the alien invasion that was less far-fetched...

She didn’t understand this girl Name either. Yam. Even Hill hadn’t managed to find anything in SHIELD archives, so she was either not who she claimed to be or she had been hiding for a long time. Maybe she still was. But why? Witnesses protection program? An abusive father? Mafia?

Deep down, she had to admit that it hurt her to see Steve like this. It could be that in real time his age was that of an old man, but biologically and mentally it wasn’t like that. He had been given the serum of the supersoldier when he was 19 years old and had been “cryogenized” with 23 when he fell onto the ocean; so he was currently about 25. If she thought about it, he was somewhat of a boy, not much older than the girl they had been tracking. Just a kid of Brooklyn, like que he always said. He had lived a lot of bad situations, and he was a soldier, true, but he was still young and human.

"I'm sure you want to hear it" the superspy just put under his face a piece of paper with something written. It looked like a street, an address. Steve looked at her, confused.

"What is this?" he asked.

"The place where your friend studies" Steve went to open his mouth but she silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Don’t you dare to say no. I have had to resort to many favors - without getting anything - and in the end I chose to trace the other girl and ask her directly; your girl is really elusive." Nat tilted her head to one side, red hair stroking her face as a glow appeared in her green eyes.

"Nat, I- I don’t know- She-" Steve was speechless and Natasha could not help but chuckle.

"I hope you stop stuttering, because not everyone understands the Morse code, grandpa." Steve shook his head then, this time unable to avoid the smile that appeared on his lips. "Go and apologize, I think it's worth it to give it a try."

Steve got up ready to go out the door, but not before stopping for a moment and placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder.

"Thank you" the words were so full of feeling that Natasha was about to disrupt her perfect facade. Once she was sure he had left, she put her hand to her ear and tapped a couple of times.

"Part 1 completed".

"Well done, Romanoff," Coulson's voice congratulated her on the other side of the communicator, even tho he didn’t sound as this regarded him any kind of pleasure. Sure, she could understand that.  "You're still the best, even if with the Captain ... it doesn’t make me very happy."

The Widow sighed, knowing that Steve's confidence in her would vanish once he realized the plan behind all this.

"You tell me."