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Recruit pt.2
I spent whole days crying, without even knowing why. Besides, everyone in my life had pointed out to me the fact that I was a little thinner than normal. But when this happened my stomach got even more blocked, making even the thought of food impossible. Well, this is my beloved adolescence, a dark period
And as far as Natasha was concerned, I can only say that he particularly enjoyed taking the worst out of me, and making me notice how effectively I was thin. However, hey, sometimes we should also learn to care less about the judgment of others, no matter how a sentence may seem, it is still the truth.
Yes, tell my stomach.
"Agent Stark" my personal trainer entrusted to me by the Shield called me back. His name was Grant Ward, and he too was a pretty good tidbit "you need to remarry and eat something, you've worked enough for today"
Exactly, eat ... Just what was most difficult for me. But I couldn't tell my problems to anyone, in this I was completely alone, so, you know, I kept everything for myself. "of course," I replied
Phil was behind us, and stopped Ward to say "Agent Ward, she barely slackened for 5 hours. She will never be ready for the Shield of this step"
"Coulson, can we talk in private?" He asked, and in this way they walked away from me "I'm worried, I don't think she ate today"
"Not even yesterday or Monday ... The situation must change, absolutely"
"What would you like to do?"
"A psychologist and food"
~~~
I entered the Stark Tower airport, walking into the Bus, which was Shield's service aircraft. I dragged the suitcase, full of clothes and accessories that weighed it down, "and I passed the steel gangway
I saw two girls talking to a red-haired boy, I analyzed them from head to toe, and as soon as they noticed me, they ran towards me "hey, you must be Kyle, right?"
"Yes, I'm new ..."
"You are the new recruit", the boy continued the sentence for me "my name is Fitz, and she is Simmons, and together we are the Fitzsimmons" they said together, resting their arms on each other's shoulders
"It sounds like a little high school group" but, actually, it seemed very mischievous, which left them slightly uncomfortable, so I corrected myself "but it sounds fantastic"
"You absolutely have to meet the rest of the team" Jemma said "and soon after we will go on a mission. It will be fantastic with a new member
"Did you say mission?" I asked confused. Mission of what?
"You'll love it," he reassured me. Well, not so much if I have to say it all
They took me to the main hall, which was the first class of a private jet, with a bar full of fine and non-fine liquors of every kind, brand and gradation
He noticed that Ward was talking to an older agent, about the same age as Coulson, but with some Asian features "hey, Kyle, come here!" He invited me to participate in their conversation and I approached with a smile
"Nice to meet you," I said, holding out my hand ... But, exactly, I don't know what was wrong, but he looked at me with his worst face, he seemed to be disturbed by my kind gesture to say the least.
"Kyle Stark?" Melinda asked
"Exact"
"Psycho bitch?"
"... Yup"
"Never fucking eat?"
"Ehm..."
"Forgive her, she has no idea what kindness is," a fairly short girl said, introducing herself. She also had Asian features "my name is Skye, I see you've already met the rest of the team"
"Yes ... Coulson said we are leaving for a mission, what does that mean?"
"We're going to Malta" Fitz interrupted us "I have both good and bad news"
"What are the bad ones?" Ward asked
"We are Shield agents and we can be legally killed in Malta"
"And the good one?" I asked
"Most likely the fact that we have something to drink" Fitz smiled wryly "a little juice?" Jemma asked
May's response to the squalid little theater was only the clash of her palm with her face