All was a seemingly normal day at the Columbia University campus in New York City, until a gas leak at a mechanic's garage caused a massive explosion. Luckily, no one was killed in the aftermath... despite there being reports of multiple people still being in that burning building. A few young adults stood out to police, as one had been seen running straight through the flames, yet came out without a single burn mark, carrying another person from the wreckage. Another man was seen holding up a large chunk of metal, allowing a woman trapped underneath to free herself. These two were heralded as heroes by the student body, but these feats had caught the attention of a certain agency... specifically, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division

"Give us the rundown on these kids." The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent demanded.  "They're just a group of kids who're suspected of being mutants after some freak accident at a Local campus Garage. We're pretty sure it's nothing, so We haven't interviewed them yet, obviously. That's not procedural, We have to run DNA Tests and background checks before we ca-" But the man was cut off by the SHIELD agent. "We weren't asking when you're going to. We want a synopsis within the next hour, Owens. That's a direct order from Nick Fury." 

"...Alright, fine. I'll do it now. O'Neil, with me in room one." The Doctor sighed as he called his assistant over. "This'll be a long day" The Doc thought as he read the files while his assistant accompanied him to the room. "So, what freaks are we dealing with today, Mike?" The assistant rudely asked. "They're not freaks, Eric. Just potentially... Different." "Same difference!" The young apprentice said with a chuckle. The two entered the first room...
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Room #1

The doctor sat down with his assistant, not looking up at the girl in front of him. "Greetings, Miss. I'm-" but the doc was cut off when the girl began speaking...

"Doctor Michael Owens, Ph.D in Psychology and recently, Specialist in Psychotic behavior among mutated humans. Your wife's name is Nicole, you have a 3 yaer old daughter named Bridgett, and you have a two-year old Corgi named... Jessie, is it?" The girl spoke, slightly tilting her head while asking the last question. Her words left Doctor Owens speechless. The girl was about 5 foot 5 and had blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes, which were previously hiding behind a pair of sunglasses, seemed to be capable of staring into your soul. She glanced at the Assistant. "Your name is Eric Mitchell O'Neil, You have a Minor in Psychology, a Major in Biochemistry, and you're looking to gain some more credibility from this position before pursuing much... 'loftier' goals. You're also Single and you live alone, yet you aren't quite content living this way. I'd say you're depressingly lonely... and, that You're a Vir-" The assistant jumped up, infuriated by her "Assumptions". 

"She's a Spy! Not a Drill, We have a confirmed HYDRA Sp-" Owens snatches the com from his assistant. He seems intrigued by how much the girl knows... "So, are you some sort of intelligence Agent? If so, who do you-" but the girl cut off Owens with another sentence. "Doctor Owens, you drove here in a crimson red 2017 Hyundai Santa Fe, which your assistant, Eric, carpooled in. And... well, Doctor Owens had 2 cups of coffee and a creme filled long john donut about 20 minutes ago, while O'Neil, you had about Four Pop tarts and a bottle of 'Code Red' flavored Mountain Dew." They both fell silent again. "Please, I can go all day. I'll cooperate, just as long as you don't try anything stupid." Owens sighs, putting his tablet down and finally looks her in the eyes. "So just who are you?" The Doc asks the subject of their interview.

The woman was seemingly annoyed by the fact that she was stuck here. She sighs before speaking again. "Alexa Barone. I'm a Private Detective." She says, crossing her arms. "And I was only at the campus because my brother was there working at the garage that was near the incident. Now, I know that's not reason to disclose any information to you two, but since I already showed off a bit, I'll humor you and explain. I'm not a spy. I'm telepathic. My mutation simply allows me to hear your thoughts, read your minds, whatever you want to refer to it as. It's nothing too special..." 

"So you can read minds? That'd explain everything..." He mutters under his breath, writing it down on his tablet's notes. "Next, if you don't mind explaining to us who... this... is?" Owens showed Alexa a photo. "That's you, on the right I presume, correct?"

Alexa leans forward, glancing at the photo. "Yeah. What of it?" She shifted uncomfortably, having a bad feeling of where this was headed. "Who's that next to you?! Your Boyfriend or something?" O'Neil blurts out. Alexa looks dumbfounded. "My bo-... That's my twin brother, you sick son of a..." Alexa catches herself at the last moment, before she completely loses her composure. She takes a breath and begins fixating her gaze down at the photo. "His name's Cayden. And yes, He's my Twin Brother. Anything else you need from me, or are we done here? I'm a busy woman, you know." She says, clearly annoyed, and giving Eric a rather unfriendly stare. 

The doctor hastily typed a few more things down. "I-I think that about sums up this meeting! Good day, Miss Barone!" Doctor Owens rushed out of the room, O'Neil right behind him. The assistant slammed the door behind him. After a few moments of silence, Eric was the first to speak. ".........What the actual fuck?!" Eric exclaimed as he questioned that whole experience... but Alexa's voice rang in their minds, saying "I heard that, you know." Eric grumbled and yelled, "GET OUTTA MY HEAD, PSYCHIC BITCH!!!" O'Neil pounds on the door to attempt and intimidate her. "...Fucking WEIRDO!" he yells. However, Alexa could be seen smirking in her interview room through the window. The doctor motions for O'Neil to continue following him, which he does, but not before flipping the bird at the telepath.

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Room #2

Owens and O'Neil walked into room. There was a Tall, blonde guy with short hair sitting at a table. He didn't make any sudden gestures as they approached. The two carefully sat down. "You're not gonna read my mind and tell me all this, are you?" The man shook his head, as Owens subtly wisecracked about the prior interview. "Your name appears to be... Luke Rhodes. Age Twenty-two. You're 6 foot 3, 224 pounds... And Supposedly you were seen at the burning Garage, where witnesses said they saw you hoisting up a... three ton heap of scrap metal to allow a woman to crawl underneath and escape." The doctor did a double take, reading the "three ton" part. Luke shrugged his massive shoulders. Rhodes was an absolutely BUILT human being, a Unit of a man if ever there was one. "I mean, witnesses can tend to remember things wrong. It wasn't heavy, it was just, like, a small sheet of metal, really." O'Neil slammed a photo of the "small sheet of metal" that was lifted, only it was a large slab of rebar-enforced cement. Eric followed this photo by showing a close-up of said slab with two bloody handprints on the underside edge of it. "Really? A SMALL slab? Quit playing with us, Luke! We know you lifted that thing!" 

Luke looks at O'Neil as if he's crazy. "Mister, I was there at the garage, but I was nowhere near the flames. I'm afraid you're just mistaking me for someone else. Now, If you will excuse me, gentlemen, I have dinner plans tonight-"

"AHA! Sit right back down!" O'Neil demands, whipping his phone out, showing surveillance video of the event... clear as day, it shows Luke in his tank top and jeans straining and lifting the heavy object, and a woman crawling out from underneath it. "Explain THAT one!"

Luke takes a few moments. He finally lets out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Ya got me. I'm a mutant. I'm really strong and can lift pretty much anything. I'm not like Hulk strong, maybe as much as Thor, but like, come on guys, It's not a crime to save a few lives, right?" He asks. Owens nods. "Very noble of you. As we asked the prior interviewee, do you know any of the others interviewed here today?" Luke glances up at the ceiling. "Can't say that I do." Owens raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because a SHIELD hacker looked through your social media history..." Luke rolls his eyes. "Who do you think you are, my mother? I've got nothing to hide, Doc." He states confidently, only for O'Neil to throw down a photo in front of him.

O'Neil states, in a less-than-pleasant tone, "Say, Dr. Owens, doesn't she look quite familiar? Almost EXACTLY like that girl from the last room?! And that guy... looks an awful lot like YOU! So not only do you Know her... You're actually railing that stupid psychic bitc-" At the insult to Alexa, Luke immediately lunged forward and grabbed Eric by his collar, hoisting him into the air effortlessly. "Listen here, doc. I'm not a violent man... but you ever, and I mean EVER talk about Lexi like that again... No man alive or dead will ever have felt more pain before he died. You understand me?"

As Luke muttered this to the assistant, Armed SHIELD guards burst into the room, demanding Luke let go of O'Neil. He did as they asked, but Eric took a cheap shot and slapped Jamison across the face, causing him to reach out again, but the Guards fired their automatic rifles, peppering the man with bullets! Eric laughed after the gunfire stopped. "HA! Such a tough guy now that you're DEAD, huh, pa-" He had been taunting over the slumped over body, only for a hand to clamp around his throat. Owens and the guards watched in a mixture of Awe and horror as Luke stood back up, bullet holes and all... He lifted his shirt, and showed what was happening. The Doctor's tablet hit the floor when he witnessed the reaction that was happening... The Bulletholes were just... closing, spitting the bullets out onto the floor, as if they'd never been there to begin with. Sure, his shirt was tattered from the impact of the Twenty shots, but otherwise it looked like he'd never been shot. 

"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted... Never. Again." Luke says with a terrifyingly calm sense of malice, followed by him releasing his grip on the assistant's throat. Eric darts out of the room, while Owens stays and types a few notes. "Any more questions, Doc?" He asks with a slight grin. "Oh... Oh, no... But you intrigue us, Mister Rhodes. I may have to contact Mister Stark directly about this one..." Owens says under his breath. And with that, he turns to leave, and Rhodes simply sits back down as if nothing had happened... until he spoke up again. "Since the secret's out and she's probably, like, bored out of her mind, would it hurt to let me go wait with Miss Barone?" Owens shrugs, nodding to the guards. One of them motions for Luke to follow them, which he does. 

After Luke's escorted out of the room, Eric comes back into the room, visibly upset at being humiliated twice in a row. "The NERVE of that guy...!" Owens held up a hand. He didn't want to hear it. He signalled for them to go into the third room, where Alexa's Twin, the man named Cayden, was sitting. O'Neil refused, and Owens shrugged, walking into the third room.

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Room #3

The boy that was in the photo with Alexa sat across from Dr. Owens, only he looked... Different, to say the least.

Doctor Owens kept going back and forth between the two photos. This was undoubtebly Cayden Barone, as Alexa had Identified him. The hair was unmistakable, but when did he become so ripped?! Nevermind... Dr. Owens looked through the file. It said that Cayden had been the one spotted running into the building to save someone, with the flames allegedly scorching him in the process, yet the doc saw no visible injury marks on him. "You saved people." Owens simply states. Cayden shrugs. "That how you greet everyone? Jeez, hope you don't send out any Christmas cards..." Cayden smirks, but Owens retorts without as much as glancing up. "I'll have you know, My wife handles the Christmas cards, son." Cayden's smirk fades. "It's called a joke, man. Take one every once in a while..." Owens sighs. "Tell me about yourself. Any old information, kid." Cayden cracks his neck and lets out a quick breath before he begins. "Well, um, My name's Cayden Barone... but I think you already knew that. I'm my sister's twin, so I'm 20... I work at the garage where the- where the thing happened yesterday, but that was not me running into-" The Doctor flipped his tablet, showing a clear, precise image of Cayden clearly bolting out from the fire, covered in burns. "Save it. Your muscley companion Luke confessed it was you two." Cayden leans back, letting out a sort of relieved breath, tilting his head up towards the ceiling. Owens then read in his file, to himself, "Known to be slightly Egotistical". Mike had an idea... "Y'know... they're calling you a hero. You saved, what, four people from that garage?" Cayden's trademark grin returned. "Seven, actually." The doc flashed a photo. "Including this woman, who identified you... do you know her?"

Cayden smirks upon seeing the photo. "Yeah. Corey Estrella, her dad owns the garage we work in. We go way back." The Doc then prods with a more personal question, "Anything... more... than friends?" Cayden laughs in response. "Me? Cor? Nah, Old man. We've just been tinkering with engines together for years. She's... more like a second sister to me than anything else. I went into that building looking to get 'er out. Some gas tank started leaking, and I dunno how, but something sparked, and the whole place went up. I got out everyone I could..."

"So why don't we see any burns on you?" Owens dropped the question out of nowhere. Cayden sits up straight, his eyes tinting a yellow color, almost as if a switch had flipped inside him. "Want an explanation? Here's your explanation..." Cayden pulls out a lighter, lights it, then holds his left hand under the open flame! Cayden grunts and winces in agony as the flame leaves a nasty burn on his hand, only for the doctor to slap the lighter away. "What the Hell has gotten into you, son?!" Owens asks frantically, examining the burn on his palm. "Relax... Watch this." Cayden's hand begins to tremble and shake. Owens' jaw drops at what came next. The skin on cayden's hand began slowly re-forming new skin over the burn, layer by layer, all the while, Cayden seemed to make some kind of straining noises. After a minute or so, his hand was good as new. "You... You're like Luke, aren't you?" Owens asked, amazed, poking Cayden's hand with the pen to make sure it was, in fact, healed. "Nah. His body does that on it's own. I gotta force my body to heal itself, which is sometimes worse pain than just letting it heal over time... But when it's done and over with, it's like it never happened. Think like a magical version of Ripping off a Band-aid, but y'know, with Third degree burns." Cayden says almost snarkily. The doctor wrote this down, as he had gotten lots of useful information... these people were something amazing! He then came across an interesting piece of data... Under "Weaknesses", it only read, "Tempermental".

"...So, it says here you've got some past issues with your temper." The doc started. Cayden scoffed. "Allegedly." Cayden chimes in. The Doctor then began to read into the list. "1st grade, severe bite wound caused to a classmate who was bullying you. 4th grade, broke a kid's nose for bullying your sister. 8th grade, shoved a scissors..." Owens paused, repulsed by the words on the screen. Cayden rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I stabbed 'em in the butt. Get over it, we're all adults here."

Owens continued, swallowing nervously. "It also says you once assaulted a man attempting to rob a gas station in 10th grade, but no weapon was ever found... I think it's safe to say you're quite the criminal, Cayden." Barone slams his hand on the table. "I am NOT a criminal!! I did what I had to do so that innocent people wouldn't get hurt! Myself, Alexa... Ok, well 8th grade, that kid was just being a Dick to everyone, he had that coming... and the people that thief was endangering... you gotta understand, I've never wanted to hurt anyone-" But Cayden was silenced when Owens put his hand up. "I think you meant to hurt those people. And Y'know what? I think you liked it. You got off to it, you Enjoyed it. You're a sadist, and you're a mastermind who hid an assault weapon so masterfully that no one ever found it! You're a teenage Crimina-" In the blink of an eye, the sound of electrical wiring malfunctioning and sparking filled the air. Cayden was now standing, a dangerous fire behind his almost golden eyes. His right arm was extended, and protruding from the dorsal side of his hand (AKA the back of your hand, if you didn't know) was a two foot long metallic blade that had sliced his tablet clean in half with one downward swipe... The doctor gulped, seeing that he'd probably prodded a little too far. "...Call. Me that. One more God-Damn time." Cayden dares Owens. Owens and Cayden are both put off by the sound of a woman yelling, "YOU BASTARD!!!", which causes both men to stand. Cayden seemingly recognizes the voice and tries to leave the room, but Owens grabs his left shoulder. "You can't leave, we aren't done here!" Cayden turns to Owens. "She won't hurt me. She doesn't care about you or your men, she has no qualms about killing any of them... She won't... more like can't... kill me. I can hold her back." Cayden says calmly and confidently. The doctor takes a breath, thinking "God, I'm so fired..." before begrudgingly agreeing to let Cayden accompany him to Room #4.

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Room #4

O'Neil was pissed. He'd missed out on the last interview, and worse (to him at least) he'd ticked off Doctor Owens! Now, as some sort of sick punishment, while Doctor Owens was interviewing the brother of that Telepath girl, he was stuck interviewing the one person who, as a background check revealed, was a confirmed Former Hydra Agent. He unhappily plumped in the chair across from the Subject of the interview. "Let's just get this shit over with..." He says. "Take the hood off. Now." He demanded of her, as she had a hooded sweatshirt hiding her face. She mutters, "Eat shit." Which causes the doctor to scoff. "I kinda like this one's attitude..." Eric thinks to himself. But then, he decided to look up.

When O'Neil saw her, he flinched. "I-... uh-... Hi." He stammered. The girl didn't move a muscle. "Says here you were called 'The Deciever'... well deceptively Beautiful, that's for sure..." He muttered under his breath. She sat silently as he continued. "Says here you don't have a legal name we know of. Can You, uh, shed some light on that?" The girl tilted her head. "Emma. Emma Quinn." She said rather quietly. Eric looked down, At first writing his phone number, then a note or two about Her. When Eric looked back up, She was wearing entirely new clothes. 

A Leather jacket, New, unripped jeans, and a New York Yankees baseball cap that looked slightly too big for her, almost as if it belonged to someone else. Her icy blue eyes were now hidden behind a pair of tinted brown sunglasses. Eric rubbed his eyes. "Uh... weren't you just...?" She nodded. "Your friends took my device that allows me to change more than my Physical appearance. Without it, I can still change my own looks any time I wish. Clothes, hair, anything that isn't my actual body." She explained. Eric wrote down a few more words, chucking to himself. 

O'Neil looks down at this notes and grins. He fires off the next question as if he hadn't even heard her prior answer. Instead, he was taking notes on her physical features, grading her face, breasts, hip figure... basically being a total creep. He asks, "So... Are you single?"

Emma glares at the assistant. "That's none of your damn business." She says rather coldly, her expression remaining unchanged, but her tone reflected that she was not amused with the question.

Eric rolls his eyes. "Sheesh, so touchy." And he reads some more into her file before asking another question. "So... approximately how many men, women, children... All in all, people, do you think you've killed in your lifetime as a HYDRA agent?" Emma's head jerks up, a slightly freightened look appearing on her face, but her eyes weren't staring at Eric. She had a thousand yard stare in her eyes, as if hundreds of supressed memories rushing back all in that moment. Eric notices her zone-out, and he snaps his fingers in front of her, causing her to flinch. "Earth to Miss Quinn!" He says teasingly. She smacks his hand away. "...I-I could never know. Please, don't talk about them anymore." She says disheartenedly. She gazes at the floor, and when Eric writes some stuff down, he looks back up only to see she changed her outfit again.

Eric whistled to himself. "Damn, shorty..." He mutters under his breath. Emma brushes her one of her bangs off to the side. She keeps her gaze fixed on the floor. "So what were you doing near that garage that blew up?" He asks. She shrugged in response. "Because my friends work there. I hang around because I don't really have anywhere else to stay-" But Eric angrily slaps a photo down on the table of Emma, walking down a campus road whilst holding hands with none other than Cayden. Eric looks rather demoralized when the realization hit him that Emma wasn't indeed single... but a sinister smile crept across his face. He sat back down after he had gotten up to pace around for a moment.

"...So what's it like?" Emma tilts her head. "Excuse me?" "Don't play dumb, you're a professional liar. You lied about it being none of my business, because that Blonde Jackass is in the other room, and he IS My business!" Emma's eye twitches. "Don't talk about Cayden that way." She says in a quiet voice. So quiet, in fact, that Eric didn't even hear it. "And you lied so effortlessly because you worked for HYDRA. So, my question... What's it like... to kill? To take a life? To rob a little child of their mother or father, to take that son or daughter from their mom or dad?" Emma felt her heart rate increasing. She avoided eye contact with him at all costs, and all she could muster to say was a sole, lonely "Stop..."

"What does it feel like to go under any government's nose and wipe out an entire branch? What's it like to aide in the enslavement of thousands of people?! What's it like to be the face that children see in their nightmares, to be the Boogeyman to hundreds of kids worldwide?! What's it like knowing you've committed enough war crimes to constitute the DEATH PENALTY?!?! What's it like being Less than Human?!"

Emma just kept looking at the floor... Eric thought she had zoned out, until he noticed her slightly shuddering. She'd quietly began to breath rapidly, obviously holding back the overwhelming urge to have an emotional breakdown right then and there. Eric sees her tremble, and he thinks he's got her right where he wants. He scans back over the file, and he comes across a segment marked "DO NOT READ! CLASSIFIED PERSONEL ONLY!". He chuckled, clicking into it and entering Doctor Owens' passcode that he secretly had memorized. He looks back up at Emma. "So, last thing, Miss Quinn... Tell me if these words mean anything to you." Emma's eyes widen. He couldn't mean...

"Тирания." (Translation: Tyranny) Emma looks up, a look of horror on her face. "N-No..."

"Неуязвимый." (Translation: Invulnerable) She clutches her head, frantically saying, "No, no, no, no..."

"Революция." (Translation: Revolution) Emma's shuddering becomes quite visible now. "Stop. Right now... Please..." She pleaded.

"Рассвет." (Translation: Daybreak) "Stop It, Now!" She demands, her voice getting louder for the first time in the whole interview

"Мученик." (Translation: Martyr) "I SAID STOP IT!" She screams through a few tears that began streaking down her face.

"Жертвенный." (Translation: Sacrificial) "STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!" She uncontrollably falls to the floor and curls into a fetal position... Until O'Neil said the final word.

"...Девственник." (meaning... Virgin)

At the mentioning of the final word, Emma's freakout ceased immediately. She calmly, with a slight tremor, stood herself up, staring into the eyes of the assistant for the first time. Eric chuckled. "Well, whadda those random words mean to you? Or are you as dumb as your boyfriend is? Or maybe you'd like to see what a real man's capable of, baby. If you don't want to... I could gladly convince you otherwi-" He reached his hand out, seemingly attempting to touch her chest...

But in the blink of an eye, Emma pulls a knife from behind her back and slashes Eric's palm! The Assistant gasps in pain, but his shock turns to anger quickly. "BITCH!" He shouts, using his bloody palm to slap her clean across the face. Emma doesn't respond too nicely, as the room's door opens and a pair of lightly armed guard attempt to run in... But Emma's instincts were quicker, and she retaliated with a sudden slashing motion that caught Assistant Eric O'Neil in the throat! The flesh in the front of his neck tore opened, and blood began spewing out, as he quickly applied pressure, and as a pair of doctors bolted in as Eric slumped against the wall.

The two guards pulled stun guns out and attempted to restrain Emma, but she had flown into a blind rage by this point. She took the knife in her hand and stabbed him directly in the side of the neck, twisting the blade, then forcefully twisting his head to the side, followed the sickening "CRACK" noise of his vertebrae ringing in the air. The other guard drops his stun gun and pulls a knife of his own, only for Emma to kick him square in the groin and spun backwards, kicking him in the temple, causing him to collapse like a sack of potatoes. She doesn't stop with just knocking him into next week, as she pulls her knife again and kneels over him, stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing, again, again, and again... until she felt a man grab her waist from behind and, with one swift motion, yanks her back, away from the human knife-cushion she'd created.

Emma fought back against this new "guard", even thrusting her knife backwards into where his shoulder was. He let out a pained grunt... One that was familiar to Emma. She pauses herself... she glances back to see her knife in Cayden's shoulder, with him trying his ardest to restrain her from harming anyone else. "Hey, Hey, Hey... It's ok. I'm here. No one's gonna hurt you." He whispers to her, and she finally stops resisting. She seems to be coming down from her enraged state... but she finally loses control and begins to sob again. Owens obeserved the room from the doorway. "...O'Neil, you went behind my back... and Used her key-words? Have you no decency? Those words are Codenames for her seven most traumatic missions she ever was a part of." Owens shakes his head, seeing that the poor guards who attempted to do their jobs were no doubt goners. One had his neck snapped, and the other had about twelve knife wounds with little spurts of blood coming from each hole, implying there were several wounds to vital organs.

Cayden and Emma slumped down to the floor, with him cradling her as she sobbed onto his shoulder... As he still had her knife still in his other one. O'Neil calls out in a raspy voice, "Psychotic Whore-" To which, Emma did not react. Cayden, on the other hand... He pulls the knife out of his shoulder and throws it across the room, slicing right through the Ankle, tendon, & Bone, of one of the two medics, causing the emergency doctor to fall to the ground, screaming from immense pain. The man's foot was only hanging on by a few ligaments, as his ankle bone had been cut cleanly in two. While Owens sits in awe of Cayden's raw strength, Director Nicholas J. Fury marches into the room. "Alright, Which one of you braindead Mothafuckas went and caused Hydra girl's knife swingin' ass to turn one 'a my men into a Fuckin Cuttin' Board?!?!" Owens points to the rogue assistant, who was getting his throat stitched by the medics tending to him. "You? God Damn it, Man! Y'know what, Nah. Fuck this. Effective immediately... Eric O'Neil... you're fiiired, Mothafucka!!!"

Eric couldn't believe it. He was the victim here! He'd been Assaulted and only responded in retaliation... right? "And you. Doctor Owens. It was YOUR password that lead to this. That code is confidential information, yet you didn't realize your assistant had memorized it. That's a breach of conduct, and as a result, we aren't gonna fire yo ass yet. Doctor Owens, consider yourself Suspended until further notice. We need to investigate O'Neil's shady behavior. Now, both'a you, get your asses outta my sight." He demands. Agent Phil Coulson walks in behind Fury. "And what about them?" He motions to the still-sobbing uncontrollably Emma and Cayden. Fury takes a moment. "These two are somethin'. Keep an eye on 'em, but mark any casualties as an accident 'n let 'em go. They're more useful to us out there than locked up anywhere. That's an order" Fury says before turning and walking out of the room. Coulson grins. "Yes, sir." Is all he says before walking over to Cayden and Emma, kneeling down by them. "Mister Barone. Miss Quinn..." He says. Both glance up at him. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson. And you two are free to go."

Cayden and Emma slowly stood up from the floor, their bodies still trembling with the remnants of adrenaline coursing through their veins. The room felt heavy with the weight of what had just transpired, and a palpable tension hung in the air like an electric charge.

Just what the hell did these two get themselves into?

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And FINALLY... There you have it! A NEW intro to the Four main characters the long story/rp me and Ally wrote! 

My gosh this  re-working took a long ass time, but this time, it  really was well worth it. I hope y'all enjoy the new characterwork!

HUGE thanks to Sun_Eatxr, who I'll credit as the co-creator of all this! More stuff to come later!!!