Max

The dragon stares up at the ceiling of the small room. Her rare full day off from running around and doing 'justice' of manny manners and interpretations. From spying to killing. That's justice.

She lays on the blankets of her 'nest' playing a game on a Video game counsel Barton had insisted she get after discovering she had no idea how to use the controls on his x-box when he had begged for the only other person in the tower to play with him for the lack of Wade picking up his phone at the time. The birdbrain had gotten himself grounded after dislocating his leg and fracturing his ribs in a fall.

So there she lays cringing as her character walks through the tall grass. "Stupid things, if you try and-"

A Ratatta jumped out of the long grass and the shifter snapped the nentendo system shut before  tossing it into a bear by blanket in a huff. Stupid Pokémon.

Max stares out the window of her dull apartment for a long few minutes. Watching as rain drops drip down the window and fall down on the city of New York. The drops fat and in thick sheets. The clouds angry and lightning streaking across the sky.

She loves it. This is the weather she is born to navigate in. This and the dark sky's are her hunting grounds. She wants to be out there. But she knows better. She can't over expose her form, nor leave communication in case someone somewhere needed her. And it's cold.still early summer so the water wasn't quite as warm as she'd prefer while out flying.

She sighs through her nose, boredom already setting in and loneliness being finally noticed once more.

She glances at her watch, moving to lay on her side and curl up. She holds her wrist where she can watch the counting numbers. Watching as seconds and minutes ticking away, bringing her closer to her soulmate.

0:62:8:54

Sixty two days, eight minutes and fifty four seconds.

And it keeps counting down. Only a little longer to wait. But yet it seemed forever. That was a long time to remain without contact, or-

What if she met them on a mission? What if they was some god awful person who she had been sent to kill because they worked for Hydra or something? What if she did it before realizing it was them?

The shifter flinches when she hears the shrill ring of her phone, the sound being a bit too high pitched for her preference. She quickly roles over and grabs the device. She looks at the ID caller before answering.

"Yes?" She asks as she brings it close to her face, knowing that having it near her ear you'll probably destroy her hearing if it was an angry Fury. Or good lord, that one time she answered and it was almighty thunder on the phone. She literally lost the phone for three days and didn't regain hearing in her right ear for two hours.

"We need you to come in."

"Can I ask why exactly?" Max asks the female agent in the other side as she sits up. They never wanted to tell her why. So annoying. It's like they think her doesn't have other things to do or have a life to live.

Then again.... Max grimaces. They really do know her.

"The child you brought in. He's awake."

Max pauses, questioning her instinctual urge to leave immediately to check on the hatchling- child. Human child. "Why do you need me there? I don't have medical experience. I can't help him."

"He wants you. You're also the only person we have that can possibly translate what he's saying. It sounds German, but the dialect is too altered for anyone on staff to understand. We need someone who fluently speaks it.

....she fluently speaks an original dialect of Norwegian close to that of which the Vikings had spoken in for the fact they had learned the language from her species. Easy enough she learned modern Norwegian quite easily and moved on to English. German is close enough to Norwegian that she can translate but that doesn't mean she'll understand this dialect any more then someone else. "On my way." She responds.

The Shifter grabs a sweatshirt and quickly pulls it on and zips it before quickly making her way to the window.

A good six minutes alter she lands on the roof of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Base, quickly entering in through the door there. She accidentally knock one of her large wings into the door frame, swearing as she quickly folds it in closer to her body as runs through the halls towards the medical wing. She tries to avoid making too much trouble with her extra limbs, regretting the fact that she is too agitated to be able to easily pull fold them in under her skin.

She finds her way after another long ten minutes to the selected room with the child. She hesitates once, listening to the panicked yells of the child before growling lowly.

Why should any adolescent he screaming like that? What's going on?

She enters the room ready to end what ever was making the child so distressed. Her wi he raised and flared in a challenging display.

Meep