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Everyone has a least one moment that has completely changed there lives. My first life altering moment happened when I was born. No, it's not the fact that I was born. Even though that was a pretty life-changing experience. I can't honestly pretend that I remember being born...but I can definitely say that it did in fact happen. Likewise, I knew for a fact that I was born in a lab, my parents had already consented to making me a science experiment, and I never saw them again. I can't even remember my parents. It's like they never existed. But, the way I see my parents are like oxygen, you know they had to be there because you're alive, but you've never actually seen them.

From the next stage of my life I was known as experiment 103, but that didn't last very long. The group of scientists who were in charge of my life and tortured me on occasion decided to call me Blaise. I know, its hilarious how someone who can control ice has a name that sounds like fire. They claimed it was because I had a temper and when I put my mind to something I was unstoppable like a blaze of fire. I think that was just the creative way of saying I was a typical toddler.

Anyway, I was raised by an organization called Hydra in lab near a beach. How did I, a small child, know that I was being raised by Hydra? Well, every time you entered a room, exited a room, someone more important that you entered a room, you went to eat, an experiment was successful or the scientists were happy about something they did this awkward to handed salute and chanted 'hail hydra!' Plus I lived inside an all white building that had octopuses sporadically placed along the walls and emblazoned on every piece of equipment and clothing. I am fairly certain that I was being raised to be a spy and most likely eventually an assassin. Why else would you make a mutant child? They told me every morning "Fear is weakness."

I was experimented on every single day. They were constantly testing my powers to find out what I was capable of. They started simple; they would try to figure out what set off my powers. Since I was a baby, the powers were activated when I got upset. As I got older I learned to control them better, but when I got upset, they would still be activated. When I was two they literally tossed me off a building. Luckily, I caught myself and flew back up to the roof, but it was still a very scarring experience that I relive in my nightmares. When I was three I blasted someone with a ball of water when they surprised me. That started a whole other chain of events. One scientist had the bright idea to find out if I could breath under water. So they locked me in a lidded box that was filled to the brim with water. When I was thrown into the freezing water I held my breath despite the fact that they had told me multiple times not to, but I ignored them. It's human instinct to hold your breath when you go under water. So then a machine jabbed my sides causing me to gasp in pain. When I didn't drown they discovered that I could breath under water. I still have nightmares about that experience too.

Then when I was five S.H.I.E.L.D. stormed in. They broke down all the doors and the men dressed in all black barged in with their guns blazing. I still remember sitting in my all white bedroom when a kind man calmly unlocked the door and walked into the room. I could hear gun fire ricocheting in the hallways and panicked screams reverberating throughout the labs. I shamefully cowered in the corner, frozen in fear, in my all white jumpsuit, my straight blonde hair hiding my face.

"Hey there sweetie, what your name?" The man kindly asked and I looked up at him with teary icy blue eyes.

"Blaise." I tentatively whispered.

"My name is Phil and I'm here to help you." He gently replied and held out his hand for me to take. I cautiously took his hand and he and his men led me out of the demolished base that had been my home for the first five years of my life. They took me north, all the way to New York City. I hated the crowded city, and bright lights almost immediately, but that didn't matter. No one really cared if I hated the city, they only cared if they could use me. I was led inside a building to a small grey room, similar to the "cell" as they called it, that they had found me in. The only difference was that this one was under ground...and grey instead of white. I spent a week in that cell. It was the most boring experience of my life. I spent all my time when they weren't trying to convince me that my mom had died in a car crash throwing ice balls against the cell walls until I finally fell asleep. Once I woke up I would resume throwing the ice balls again. Everyday for a week until Phil came back for me.

"Blaise, my name is Agent Phil Coulson. Director Fury would like to speak with you." He kindly told me. I shyly nodded and followed him. We walked through empty grey halls until we reached an elevator. He pressed a button that took us to the second highest floor. We stepped out of the elevator into a room bustling with agents darting in and out of a maze of cubicles. He gave me his hand and he guided me to a hallway at the back of the room. At the end of that hallway was a large metal door. Phil knocked on the door and a voice from inside told us to come in. We entered and a man dressed in all black stood up from behind the desk to greet us. I was terrified and tightened my grip on Phil's hand, but I calmly looked the man in the eye. I would not let him see me scared.

"Miss Blaise," he nodded, "Agent Coulson I'll take it from here." The Phil 's face showed he disapproved but he left without complaining. I forlornly stared after him.

"Miss Blaise, it has come to my attention that you have some special abilities." I warily nodded immediately distrusting the man. He had an eye patch and wore a trench coat how would a little kid not be scared of him?

"Who are you?" I asked, sounding braver than I actually felt.

"I am Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"What is S.H.I.E.L.D.?" I continued as I enjoyed finally getting answers.

"A top secret organization that seeks to help others." He replied a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "You have an appointment down in the labs in twenty minutes. In the mean time Phil can show you where you will be staying." Little did Fury know how many times I would be in his office over the next thirteen years.

That was it, my biggest defining moment. I had traded white walls for grey, an octopus for an eagle, but I was still just an experiment. I was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s property. I went to the labs weekly for testing that was surprisingly similar to what Hydra did to me. Just like at Hydra I trained every single moment I wasn't being poked or prodded. But S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't tell me every morning "Fear is weakness" they taught me "Love is for children." I told them I was a child and they said no I am an agent. It's really a miracle I'm only considered somewhat volatile. Phil Coulson was the only person who I would trust to be around me so they made him technically my legal guardian because a five year old can't represent themselves. He was never around though. Fury always kept him busy with this and that.

One new thing I started at S.H.I.E.L.D. was school. I went to school every day. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I graduated high school at fourteen. It's amazing how much quicker you get through school when you never take breaks. So at fourteen I was sent to their combat academy to further my training and education. I was admitted four years earlier than the other trainees because I was a "special case". It was a terrible experience. Most of the kids despised me because I was better than them or treated me like a little kid because I was younger. Plus, I wasn't allowed to use my abilities. Of course, I used them anyways, I just made sure no one caught me. Without them I wouldn't have graduated. They were my saving grace, ace in the hole, etc. I graduated at 18, four years younger than the rest of my graduating class who was for the most part twenty-two. A month after I graduated I returned back to New York City. To the same hated building where it all began. But this time I got a whole floor to myself where I could train to hopefully become an agent. The top floor, the third floor was all mine. I couldn't go on missions though. Only train because I was volatile and impulsive. Day after day I trained with a trainer that got increasingly meaner and harsher. But then I got bored. I started to sneak out. I learned out to pick the lock on my window, I became a regular at a local pizza place. I mapped out S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vent system. The vents were my key to freedom. I fell into a pattern. Train will my supervising officer, Agent Morris, sneak out, occasionally get in trouble, and repeat.

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