A boy and a girl leave the bar at an hour so late no sane person, drunk or sober, would be out. Were there anyone watching they might have feared that these two youngsters were out of their minds to try and walk home in the cold, but fortunately the boy has a car. She offers to drive, though. Says she’ll take him to her place. He has no qualms with that, to be sure, and hands her the keys.
He is too drunk to notice, at first, that there are no cars on the street. In fact, he no longer recognizes what part of the city they are in. There are too few street lamps, and she’s just run two red lights. He points this out as if she didn’t know. Before he can reach over to grab her hands she turns the wheel sharply and drives through a fence and into a power box. The car goes up in flames, but not a soul is around to hear him screaming as his skin starts to blister and he claws futilely at his jammed seatbelt.
But he is the only one who screams. She exits the car without touching it or the orange flames. Whether or not she feels the heat is impossible to tell. She does not call for help, and watches the car burn until there are no more agonized cries from inside. Even then she stands by until the flames are dead and the twisted, deformed remains of the car have cooled to a touchable temperature. She steps over and hangs a charm bracelet on the rearview mirror.

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When police finally arrived at the scene, there was one stark abnormality to what they saw that they decided it was a case for someone with more intel and experience on strange happenings. It didn’t take long for the area to fill up with dark vehicles, tents, and Suits.
“What’s the situation?”
“From the evidence we’ve gathered here, a car was intentionally driven into the power box for a factory that has been out of commission for three years. There’s only one body, though, and it’s in the passenger seat.”
“So someone else was driving the car, and got out.”
“Maybe. But there is no sign of anyone exiting the car.”
“Fine. Keep looking. And find someone to keep those people behind the tape.”
“Yes sir. And Agent Coulson, you might want to have a look at this.”

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Coulson followed the agent to the car, and looked inside when directed to do so.
“What am I looking at?” he asked.
“The bracelet, on the rearview mirror. Someone clearly left it once the fire burn out.”
Coulson reached in with a pen and unhooked the piece of jewelry. He held it up to eye level.
“It’s old. I think. Badly tarnished to say the least. Can I get a bag for this?”
The agent complied, and once Coulson slipped the piece of jewelry inside he noticed something that sparked a light in his eyes. He excused the agent and continued to move the charms around in the bag. There was an owl with gemstone eyes, and a paint palette with little colored stones for paint. The others were simple silver charms— a teapot, a celtic knot, a medallion of the Virgin Mary and a cross, a coin, a heart…what drew his attention was the small ballerina standing on point.
His head filled up with too many thoughts to be clear, and he looked around as if he were lost.
And then he saw her. She was at the back of the crowd, watching him. She was dressed darkly so that the only thing that stood out about her was her pale face and wide eyes. Eyes that looked just like—
Some agents passed over his line of sight and when Coulson moved to see her again, she was gone. Coulson spun on his heels and addressed the nearest agent,
“Get someone to check video feeds in this area, now.”

Notes

I actually uploaded this on Fanfiction.net a couple years back but decided to put it here for convenience's sake. So if anyone has read it there, I am not stealing it— Eriathwen's Rose and Ivey-Rose are the same person!

I also started this before I started my novel Eden's Peace, which uses the same OC name and basic abilities in a better story (or so I like to think).