Kana's P.O.V. - 24th March 2012

After damage control was done with the crowd, a truck came in which was obviously going to be used to lock up the scorpion lady who was already handcuffed. I refused to get into the car with Agent Coulson and instead sat on the bench in the truck beside the scorpion lady.

Agent Coulson tried to convince me otherwise, saying that the journey would be longer since we were going to a different base but I stood, or sat, my ground so he relented.

"You didn't have to do that," she tells me immediately after the truck doors closed, "like your friend said, I'm a danger."

"That may be true but I don't believe you're evil," I say confidently, "I think you just need someone to talk to. You've been hurt which is why everyone needs to understand why you went off like that. No matter what you look like you're still human."

She sobs into her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she took in shuddering breaths, "He said they could help me. He promised me they'd make me better than normal. I just wanted my leg back."

"What happened to your leg? Tell me everything from the very beginning," I request gently placing my hand over the box that contained her pincers.

"My name is Isabella Hernández and I'm a doctor, more specifically an obstetrician. I visit third world countries and assist pregnant women during times of crisis," Isabella explains and I expressed my amazement over her actions.

"You're so amazing," I tell her which she got embarrassed over.

"My last visit was to Afghanistan and the village I was in was bombed. The people there rescued me when I was unconscious but when I woke up, my leg was gone... blown off."

"Couldn't you still be a doctor?" I inquire curiously.

"Yes, here, but I loved helping those abroad, they were the ones who truly need the help. The gratefulness of the adults, the pure joy and adoration the children held for me and how they included me in their celebrations. That was the life."

"You mentioned a 'they'. Who is 'he'?" I inquire we I didn't know how to respond to her statement.

"Rask," Isabella hissed venomously.

"Rask..." I repeat slowly as the name came back to me, "do you mean Mattias Rask?"

Isabella looked at me strangely, "Of course Mattias Rask. Who else would I be talking about? Isn't he the one who turned you into part octopus?"

"I'm not an octopus!" I huff in irritation shaking a fist in her direction before letting out a small sigh to calm myself, I crossed my arms over my chest before explaining my meeting with Rask, "I met him once when shopping, he offered to make me a model and fix my eye."

"So Rask didn't make you grow tentacles?" Isabella couldn't help but inquire, her brow raised questioningly.

"And they're not tentacles," I add heatedly. I knew it was childish but I just can't stand being called an octopus or having my kagune named as tentacles, the latter sounds like something out of a p*rno.

"Then how'd you end up with those... things?" Isabella struggled to find the right word for my kagune.

"Long story short, I dated a psycho and ended up with her organs."

"Still doesn't clarify the things," Isabella points out.

"She wasn't human," I reply curtly and she got the message that I didn't want to elucidate. "When did you meet Rask?" I question.

"5 months ago. I was researching options for a perfect prosthetic when he came to my apartment, he told me he knew of people who could return my leg to how it once was. I was desperate and delirious so I accepted without thinking," Isabella looked so disappointed with herself, she stifles down her sob with her chained pincers. "It worked. I got my leg back in 2 weeks but I wasn't allowed to leave yet. I was so happy that I didn't notice that everyone else, who were like me, were slowly disappearing. Not until after that one procedure."

"What happened to everyone else?"

"The same thing as me, transformed into a monster," Isabella spits out, her voice full of hatred and abhorrence. Her tail, which had been locked in a long steel box, smashed furiously against the sides of the truck. "All of them had been changed, some had been locked up in cages while the others joined Rask, blindingly following his every word like he was God or something. Pathetic bastards," she mutters.

"How did you get out?" I inquire softly as I placed my hand over her pincers in an act of comfort.

"Rask wouldn't let us out until we swore obedience, and it was obvious that he's a guy that always got what he wanted, I was the last one who wouldn't join. I guess it was because of my scorpion-like qualities," Isabella chuckles darkly her gaze focused on the ground. "They tried submerging me under water but my lungs were strong so I didn't suffocate then they turned up the heat, about 122 degrees, but again nothing happened so they turned it down to sub-zero, a little cold but otherwise no effect."

"You survived all that?" I question covering my mouth in horror as tears welled up in the corner of my eyes, "that's horrible!"

"Honestly, it was nothing compared to what the others went through, they didn't have my resilience and suffered agonising pain which is why they finally gave in. I... I don't blame them," Isabella explains doleful. "I escaped by chance. One of the Rask's lackeys came in to once again to convince me to join their side, I killed him before the door could close.   "

I opened my mouth hoping to alleviate the emotional trauma that she suffered when the doors to the truck opened to reveal a worried Clint.

His brow was knitted into a frown, his eyes focused on me for a moment before it scurried over to Isabella then darted back to me.

"Kana, come on," Clint requests holding out his hand for me to take which I did, I hopped out the truck and was introduced to multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. agents wielding guns, all of which were pointed towards the opening of the truck more specifically Isabella who had also exited the truck after me.

"Clint, can you tell them to back down?" I plead hastily while tugging on his sleeve. "I don't think anyone would like guns pointed at them."

"I can't. This is customary for dangerous threats so they don't try anything funny while being transported to prison," Clint states firmly.

"But she's not dangerous," I argue and at Clint's knowing look, I correct myself, "okay she is dangerous but so is everyone else here. Clint, I spoke to her, she's just confused and hurt at what's happened to her. You didn't hear what I heard."

"I'm sorry Kana but orders are orders, Director Fury commanded that she be incarcerated," Clint apologises, I could tell that he was actually penitential towards the situation. I notice that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were escorting Isabella out of the truck into another door. I guess they're locking her up now.

Time to use my so-called secret weapon that Hide always exulted about. I lower my head to the ground, thinking about sad things to help prepare myself. Things like when I first discovered I became a ghoul, Ryoko-san's death and Hinami's cries of agony, Ushio's death from Clannad, the beaten puppy from Elfed Lied, Kotoura's past.

It worked as tears gathered in the corner of my eyes which I refused to let fall. I look straight up right into Clint's eyes and jut out my bottom lip before placing my clasped hands above her heart and pleaded, "Please, Clint?"

 Clint recoiled back and I knew I breaking his resolve, he just needed one final push so I let my lip quiver slightly and crooned a small muted whimper.

"Gah! Alright, alright," Clint relents covering his eyes, "just don't do that face. It was like looking at a kicked kitten."

"Yay," I cheer jumping up before hugging Clint tightly.

"You can rule the whole world with those adorable eyes," Clint snorts returning the hug.

"And she's training under Agent Romanoff, another Black Widow for the making," Agent Coulson comments tugging his cufflinks as he was walking to us, he stopped right in front of us then turns to face me, "Director Fury had agreed not imprison your friend permanently as long as she provides adequate and valuable information. Essentially, if anything goes wrong then you're fully liable. We'll keep her here and try to help her but only if everything works out."

"Ooh," I mutter. It sounds like a lot of responsibility but I have to do it for Isabella, I need to be her voice. "Okay. Don't worry I know exactly what I'm doing," I assure confidently.

"I believe that but it's not me you need to convince," Agent Coulson discerns before pointing to Agent Hill striding towards us. "Agent Hill, could you get Kaneki some clothes?"

"Of course," Agent Hill replies and gestures for me to follow which I do.

3rd Person's P.O.V. 

"Coulson, don't you think that's a little rough on Kana," Clint inquires as they head towards the meeting room, "she's still a kid and a newbie."

"Then this isn't the organisation she should be joining," Coulson counters cool before offering some words of advice for Clint. "Barton, she isn't the child you think she is. Kaneki is 18, a legal adult. She has a steady job, she's finished her education, she knew exactly how to adapt in a completely different country that's in another dimension. She doesn't need to be coddled by anyone especially not you."

"I know," Clint sighs throwing his arms up in the air in irritation, "she's a breath of fresh air in this place, I really don't want her to lose that."

"You know you aren't actually her father right?" Coulson questions, a single brow raised.

"Not yet but I will be," Clint retaliates tenacious. The scary thing is he will actually find a way. They both stop outside the meeting room waiting for Kana and Hill to arrive.

Kana's P.O.V.

Agent Hill escorted me to a room filled with multiple clothes, I picked a formal suit in my size and changed into it. A simple white button-up shirt with black slacks and a black jacket. I left my original clothes in my bag back at the mall, I need to make a reminder to get those back.

"Okay I'm ready," I say to Hill who led me to a meeting room informing me that Director Fury was waiting. Agent Coulson's jacket was under my arm as I still had to return it

It wasn't long till we reached the meeting room, I saw that Clint and Agent Coulson were waiting outside. "Here you go," I pass Agent Coulson his jacket back who thanks me.

"Are you ready to meet the boss, Kana?" Clint asks me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"I don't know," I admit twirling my hair between my fingers before glancing left then right and whispering "is he scary?" I don't know if I can handle the pressure if he is.

Clint grabbed both my shoulders tight making me squeak as I stared into his eyes, his whole face radiates the severity of the situation I was in and in a serious tone of voice warns me, "Kana, what I tell you is the utmost of importance, never ever say 'what?' in front of Fury."

"What?" I question confused.

"Yeah, that! Don't do that or he'll shoot you in the shoulder," Clint warns gravely.

"Just come in Kaneki," Hill sighs as she opens the door to the meeting room. No turning back now.

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