Kiss With a Fist
Don't Turn Away From Your Past
Noel
“Stark is really trying to find out anything he can on you.” Natasha laughs as we exit the training room, “Clint said he saw him sneaking into your room last night.”
“I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to find; technically I’m no one. My records were lost when the agency I worked for went down.”
“Are you ever going to tell what agency you worked for?” She asks me, sincerely. “A-a lot of us don’t trust you because of it. It’s like you’re hiding something.”
“Trust me, you won’t trust me anymore if you found out what agency I worked for.” I try and reason with her. “Like I said, I’m a trained agent and I was trained to be able to easily blend in to whatever mission I was on. They programmed and brainwashed me into being the perfect agent.”
“So you’re like Winter Soldier in a way.” She muses, “You weren’t in Russia by any chance?” A chuckle escapes her lips.
“No, I wasn’t.” I reply. “The agency’s base of operations is hidden in plain sight in Los Angeles. You can walk by the building and never guess what is going on inside.”
“What happened inside?” She asks, earning a sigh to escape my lips.
“More than you can ever know…”
I walk off the elevator. The floor is filled with people blissfully walking around, without a care in the world. Accidently I walk into a male, causing both of us to fall to the ground.
“I am so sorry.” I say as I quickly get into my feet, “This was my fault.”
“No it wasn’t.” He says, oddly cheerful, as he gets onto his feet, “It was no one’s fault.” With that he walks away and I turn to the man that escorted me down here.
“Is everyone like this here?” I ask, “Are they always this happy?”
“Yes, they are.” He replies. “They are unaware of what’s going on around them. They’re reduced to acting like children.”
“And why is that?” I ask, nervously about the choice I just made.
“A happy agents are the best agents.” He vaguely replies, “We take out everything so we can properly train them for their missions.”
“What kind of agency is this?” I ask, getting more nervous by the second.
“The best agency.” He replies, once again vaguely. “Now come on, you’re late for your treatment…”
As I tell Natasha about what I saw on my first day, I can hear my screaming as I received my first treatment, the only one I fully remember. I can smell the scent of burning hair and I can hear the machines beeping and the cursing of the man working the program.
“Wow, I have no idea what kind of agency would do that to a person.” Natasha says after a few moments of silence, “And you said they do more good than bad?”
“Yea, we do everything from romantic retreats with very rich and influential people to working side by side with the FBI. We would go for “treatments” and come back with a new personality. When the mission is over with and we go to treatment and they remove everything; leaving us basically like a child.”
“I can understand now why people would want that agency down. They treat you like a bunch of dolls.”
“Welcome to the Dollhouse.” I say before letting out a humorless laugh. “For almost five years I was a living doll; you can understand why I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Once the house was closed, we all got our own personalities back and we got something else along with it. We got all the memories we had and all the personalities that went along with those memories.”
“It’s no wonder why you cracked.”
“Can this just stay between us for awhile?” I ask her, “I don’t want anyone else to know. It’s bad enough they don’t trust me now; they won’t trust me ever if they find out about this.”
“You’re gonna have to tell them eventually.” She says, reasoning with me before letting out a sigh. “But I’ll keep my mouth shut besides, it’s your story to tell.”
“Thanks.” I smile as I head to my room. As I round the corner, I run right into Tony Stark. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He says, suddenly acting nice.
“What no rude or sarcastic comment?” I question him.
“Not today.” He smiles before walking away. I bite my lower lip as I watch him walk away. Something’s up with Tony.
“Stark is really trying to find out anything he can on you.” Natasha laughs as we exit the training room, “Clint said he saw him sneaking into your room last night.”
“I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to find; technically I’m no one. My records were lost when the agency I worked for went down.”
“Are you ever going to tell what agency you worked for?” She asks me, sincerely. “A-a lot of us don’t trust you because of it. It’s like you’re hiding something.”
“Trust me, you won’t trust me anymore if you found out what agency I worked for.” I try and reason with her. “Like I said, I’m a trained agent and I was trained to be able to easily blend in to whatever mission I was on. They programmed and brainwashed me into being the perfect agent.”
“So you’re like Winter Soldier in a way.” She muses, “You weren’t in Russia by any chance?” A chuckle escapes her lips.
“No, I wasn’t.” I reply. “The agency’s base of operations is hidden in plain sight in Los Angeles. You can walk by the building and never guess what is going on inside.”
“What happened inside?” She asks, earning a sigh to escape my lips.
“More than you can ever know…”
I walk off the elevator. The floor is filled with people blissfully walking around, without a care in the world. Accidently I walk into a male, causing both of us to fall to the ground.
“I am so sorry.” I say as I quickly get into my feet, “This was my fault.”
“No it wasn’t.” He says, oddly cheerful, as he gets onto his feet, “It was no one’s fault.” With that he walks away and I turn to the man that escorted me down here.
“Is everyone like this here?” I ask, “Are they always this happy?”
“Yes, they are.” He replies. “They are unaware of what’s going on around them. They’re reduced to acting like children.”
“And why is that?” I ask, nervously about the choice I just made.
“A happy agents are the best agents.” He vaguely replies, “We take out everything so we can properly train them for their missions.”
“What kind of agency is this?” I ask, getting more nervous by the second.
“The best agency.” He replies, once again vaguely. “Now come on, you’re late for your treatment…”
As I tell Natasha about what I saw on my first day, I can hear my screaming as I received my first treatment, the only one I fully remember. I can smell the scent of burning hair and I can hear the machines beeping and the cursing of the man working the program.
“Wow, I have no idea what kind of agency would do that to a person.” Natasha says after a few moments of silence, “And you said they do more good than bad?”
“Yea, we do everything from romantic retreats with very rich and influential people to working side by side with the FBI. We would go for “treatments” and come back with a new personality. When the mission is over with and we go to treatment and they remove everything; leaving us basically like a child.”
“I can understand now why people would want that agency down. They treat you like a bunch of dolls.”
“Welcome to the Dollhouse.” I say before letting out a humorless laugh. “For almost five years I was a living doll; you can understand why I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Once the house was closed, we all got our own personalities back and we got something else along with it. We got all the memories we had and all the personalities that went along with those memories.”
“It’s no wonder why you cracked.”
“Can this just stay between us for awhile?” I ask her, “I don’t want anyone else to know. It’s bad enough they don’t trust me now; they won’t trust me ever if they find out about this.”
“You’re gonna have to tell them eventually.” She says, reasoning with me before letting out a sigh. “But I’ll keep my mouth shut besides, it’s your story to tell.”
“Thanks.” I smile as I head to my room. As I round the corner, I run right into Tony Stark. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He says, suddenly acting nice.
“What no rude or sarcastic comment?” I question him.
“Not today.” He smiles before walking away. I bite my lower lip as I watch him walk away. Something’s up with Tony.
Notes
chapter title credit: Am I The Enemy by Red Jumpsuit Apparatuscomment&subscribe?
10/23/13