Understanding Me

P.C

I didn't sleep much that night, I was constantly in and out of sleep. Nightmares haunted me the entire night, faces from the past couple days loomed over me, reminding me of what I had lost and everyone I missed. I was glad when morning came as I didn't have to be annoying bored by my dull room. My alarm signalled at 8:30, I got up and grabbed a towel, sleepily walking into the bathroom, I took a quick shower and got dressed into the new clothes that arrived late yesterday. They were all tight and almost latex, not a material that I had often worn. I struggled into the clothes and put on the new shoes, fixed my hair and done something, anything to my face, just then a knock came from the door.

I opened the door and immediately watched his eyes roam my body, the clothes leaving nothing of my figure hidden. I blushed at the gesture and watched as he slightly struggled to think of his words, but he quickly recovered and the punctual agent he was returned. I looking embarrassed and tried anything to adjust my clothes in not so much of a proactive way.

"You look nice." He said, now I was definitely blushing, and he could see it. This made him laugh, which made me become even more embarrassed. I was surprised he said it but was very flattered that he did. I was going to say thank you, but I was so nervous the words just couldn't come out, so I just awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to show me to his agents quarters. His response delayed as he started walking towards the room. He walked next the me and would constantly look in my direction and every time I would look to him, he would look away.

Soon we came to a room where on the door it said P.C originally, I thought it meant the computer but then realised it was initials for Phil Coulson. It must mean his team, including him, can go in there. As we entered the room, I saw four people around the area at that time including Phil himself. In the corner was a woman by herself, she was doing something with a gun which made me a bit intimidated. I looked over to the other side to see two other young women who looked around my age, maybe older. They were chatting and laughing about something that they seemed to find quite funny. Me and Ward walked further into the room until the door slammed close and all eyes fell on us. Phil was the first to stand up and walk over to us. He smiled at Ward then looked at me.

"Very nice to see you again, Maddy!" He smiled and held out his hand, to which I took sharply.

"You too, Coulson." I said with a friendly smile on my face. A girl around my age walked over to me and Ward with a joyful look on her face. She must be a very upbeat person, what I wouldn't give.

"Hello, my name is Jemma, Jemma Simmons." She said in her British accent. I'm so glad I'm not the only one from England, I would have completely forgotten everything that happened in the past few days if it wasn't for the nightmares. Her accent reminded me of my parents and home with my friends. She saw I was slightly upset and nudged the girl next to her.

"Skye." Said the other girl in a bit of a rush but was able to put a cute smile on the end which made me a bit happier. She looked towards Ward and smiled at him, a smile that told me there was a little more there that wasn't said. I nodded and smiled, they actually seemed really nice. That's when the other women came up behind then and looked me dead in the eye. I have to be honest, I was a bit scared but luckily managed to keep a strong face.

"Ward, is this our new recruitment from England? Oh, and it's May." She was very serious and professional. I looked to her and smiled then looked at Ward to see his response.

"No, she actually works with the avengers." They all looked really impressed, but I don't see the big deal, I'm just a normal girl. Just then the door behind us opened and I could hear footsteps. I turned around curious to see who it was but was shocked to find none other than...

"Fitz?"