Extraordinary (Warning: Crazy crap included in life)

Sonny Hilfiger's been alone all her life, distancing herself from everyone around her in the fear that someone would find out what she really is--a freak. So when a mysterious man with an eye patch offers her the job of a lifetime--one where she could be herself--she's sold.

Ever Odea has been plagued by the mystery surrounding her parents death for as long as she could remember. Strange dreams fill her mind, resulting in consecutive sleepless nights. Not to mention her unnatural talent. Then she meets what seems like the boy of her dreams and things start to look up.

Both these girls are very different, yet one similarity ties their paths together. Interesting things are bound to happen when the lives of individuals like these collide.


5. "That's Not What You Said Last Night"

Sonny's P.O.V

"Sonny...wakey wakey..." 

I groaned and used a pillow to cover my face. "Just two more minutes Jane..." I whined. Curse Jane for being an early riser. It's one of the many rules in the orphanage that roommates have to stay together at all times...including going down to breakfast.

"C'mon kiddo, time to get up..." Weird. When did Jane's voice get so deep? Ah, serves her right. She probably got a sore throat from yelling at me so---

Wait a minute. I'm not in the orphanage anymore. I'm in a tiny room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. So who the hell was in my room? I moved the pillow from my face and opened my eyes. And I just screamed. 

Peter is crouching. On the freakin' ceiling. And grinning like Christmas came early or something. "Morning!" He says cheerfully. I scramble out of bed and stare at him. "What the---" "He does that a lot." A voice from the doorway cut me off. I turned around and saw Steve leaning on the door frame, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh. I turned back to Peter. He was giggling like a 5 year old. "Are you high?" I asked cautiously. Peter and Steve looked at each other before bursting into laughter. "He's high...high up on the ceiling!" Steve choked out as Peter dropped from the ceiling onto my bed and rolled around laughing. What? That wasn't even funny! "Wow, wicked sense of humour guys," I say sarcastically. "Now is anyone gonna tell me how Peter got on the ceiling?" The two idiots finally calm down. "I'm Spider-man." Peter tells me. Right, and I'm Angelina Jolie. I narrow my eyes at him. "Really?" I ask him dubiously. P eter looked insulted. "What? I don't look like I could be Spider-man?"


"You just saw me hang upside down from the ceiling."

"I'm still not entirely convinced that you're not on drugs."

Peter sighed. "Fine. I'll just show you then." He dashed out of the room. I looked at Steve. "How does that prove he's Spider-man?" I asked him. He shurgged. The words were barely out of my mouth when a figure in red and blue spandex walked into the room. "Tada!" Peter exclaimed as he pulled the Spider-man mask off his head. Wow, this is like an episode of Repliey's Believe-It-Or-Not: Next on Repliey's Believe-It-Or-Not...Spider-man's true identity is revealed....you won't believe your eyes when he takes off the mask!

"Okay okay, I believe you... Can ya lose the spandex now?" I say to Peter. He smirks and flexes his muscles. "What's wrong? Can't handle all this?" He asks me teasingly. Ew. "All this," I gesture towards him. "is seriously messing with my digestive system. And next time you wanna wake me up, use an alarm clock or I'll set your hair on fire." I mutter grumpily. 


Curse Peter and his overly creative method of waking people up, I think sourly as I head towards the conference room where I'm supposed to be meeting Nick Fury. When I checked the closet in my room, all I found were white long-sleeved collared shirts, black pencil skirts and 2 pairs of black pumps. Which means I'm sleepy, wearing uncomfortable clothes and trying very hard not to fall flat on my face. Blasted skirt. Bloody pumps. What a girl gotta do to get some jeans and sneakers around--- Shit, I'm falling!

"Oof!" As predicted, I fall flat on my face. "I hate my life." I mumble as I try and fail to stand up. I kick off the pumps and push myself off the floor. "What were you doing on the floor?" I hear a familiar voice ask as  I stand up. I look up and see Steve standing there with a bewildered expression on his face. Can't blame him. He just saw me flopping around on the floor like a snake on crack. Ah well, might as well give him explanation. "Uhh...you see...I was tired, so I decided to...lie down." I finished lamely. Hey, I didn't say I was gonna give him a good explanation! "Here?" Steve asks me incredulously. I nod. "Yeap!" I say in a fake-bubbly voice. "There's no time like the present, right?" I say in voice that's equivalent to that of Alvin The Chipmunk's.

Steve narrows his eyes at me. Great, he's not buying it. Note to self: I suck at lying. What the hell, might as well tell him. I sigh and say: "I tripped and fell."

"How on Earth did that happen?" 

I show him the pair of black pumps dangling from my hand. "I can't walk in heels." I say sheepishly. Steve looks blankly at me. "You do know that you only have to wear like that when you're on official business right?" He asks me. Official business? What official business? Great, now I feel like an idiot. My temper rises. "No Steve, I did not know that. I'm new, remember? And I'm dressed like this because at the moment these are the only clothes I have!" I tell him hotly. "Now if you'll kindly excuse me, I have somewhere to be." I walk past him down the corridor. "Aren't you going to wear your shoes?" He calls out to me. Honestly, what an idiot. "No, I'm carrying them because they're tired." I answer him sarcastically. Stupid question gets a stupid answer.

When I reach the conference room, Director Fury is already there. He sees me and says: "Ah Miss Hilfiger , you're here. Good. There're some things we need to discuss. But first, we have to wait for one more person to get here. Take a seat." I sit down feeling slightly out of place. Director Fury turns his attention back to the huge screen in front of him. I see a bunch of videos on the screen. One shows a volcano erupting. Another shows what looks like a gang beating the crap out of some poor guy. The last video catches my eye. I frown as I see a female reporter standing in front of a half-burnt building. The building has been so badly burnt that you could hardly tell it was a building. It looked like a lump of charcoal. Despite that, I couldn't help but feel like I've seen the building before...I feel slightly frustrated that I can't hear what she's saying as the videos appear to be on mute. How does Fury  understand what she's saying if it's on mute? I'm interrupted from my train of thoughts as I hear someone enter the room. 

Director Fury looks up from the screen at someone behind me. "Captain Rogers, please take a seat." He says before turning his attention back to the screen. Great. I frown as Steve sinks into the chair on my left. Steve nudges me, trying to get my attention. I ignore him and stare straight ahead, still fuming about earlier. Director Fury looks up from the screen and clears his throat. "Miss Hilfiger, first and foremost I would like welcome you to S.H.I.E.L.D. . Tomorrow you begin your first day as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. You will also take on your first assignment." He says and looks at me. Gulp. "However, because you are new to this field, I have assigned Captain Rogers as your partner. You will accompany each other on all assignments given to you for the next 6 months. I expect both of you to work together and co-operate. Understood?" He finishes and looks at me and Steve, waiting for an answer. "Yes, sir." Steve answers. Fury looks at me. "Yes, Director Fury." I mumble. 


"Lets get something straight," I begin as Steve and I walk out of the conference room down the hallway. "You try anything funny with me, you get burned. Literally. Got that Blondie?" I turned towards him and folded my arms to show him I was serious. "Yes ma'am." He says with a mock salute. "Good, now if you don't mind, I'm going to a mall to get some jeans and hoodies." I pause. "Where the heck are we anyway?" I ask Steve. "Right now? Hovering somewhere about Hampstead."

I furrow my brow. "Hampstead...which is in...?" I ask him. 


"...we were in New York just last night."

Steve shrugs. "The helicarrier can travel long distances in a short amount of time. Stark told me Fury was tracking another recruit for The Avengers, that's why we're here."


"Another Avenger. Long story."

"Okay...I'll just walk around and...find a mall." I mutter to myself. Steve looks amused. "You have no idea what you're doing do you?" He asks me. "Nope." I say, popping the 'p'. "In that case, I'm coming with you." He says in an annoying matter-of-fact way. I glare at him. "And if I say no?" I challenged him. "With all due respect ma'am, I don't think you can find your way around without a guide." He says while fighting back a smile. Damn. I hate common sense.

I sigh. "Fine. I just wanna get some jeans. The sooner I get out of these god-awful clothes the better."

"Actually, I think you look pretty good like this." Steve says and I catch his eyes trailing down my body. I snap my fingers in front of his face. "Hey hey!" I say warningly. His eyes snap back up. I point to my face. "Eyes up here."


Once we're on the ground, we think about where to go. Steve thought it would be better to just walk around Hampstead, but no way was I gonna pass up a trip to the capital of England when I'm this close to it. Besides, the helicarrier wouldn't set course for the Swiss Alps till tomorrow (why the Alps? I got nada idea. Maybe Fury likes snowboarding?). So after a heated argument that lasted for a good 10 minutes, Steve finally gave in (all hail my persuasion skills!) and we hailed a cab to London. After a 19 minute car ride with an overenthusiastic cab driver and a grumpy Steve, we finally arrived in London.

I feel like a kid at the zoo for the first time. "Wow." I breathe as I watch a red double-decker bus rumble past us. Steve snickers at my reaction and pulls me into the nearest mall as I continue to look around wide-eyed. 

Three exhausting hours later, I finally manage to get everything I need: hoodies, some shirts (including a T-shirt with a cool-looking red and blue logo which I loved but Steve hated, no idea why), jeans, sneakers and a couple of "girly clothes" which Steve made me get because apparently I dress like a guy. I duck into the girls' bathroom to change into a pair of jeans, a teal and white checkered shirt and a pair of sneakers.  I also got an iPod because I used to go to a music store near the orphanage and I loved it as I can't live without Demi Lovato and Taylor Swift. As we were heading out of the mall, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. 

A  bookshop. Cue the angels' choir. Hallelujah!

Steve looks at me questioningly. "You planning on going in anytime soon?" He asks me. I nod happily and skip into the store. It's while I'm busy poring over a Percy Jackson book that I realize Steve is just standing there and staring at me. I look up at him and say: "Are you gonna shadow me the whole time I'm here?" Steve scratches the back of his head. "Yes?" He phrases it like it's a question. "Uh no, go look at some books or something." I tell him. "I can't." He says shortly.

"Why not?" I ask him incredulously. Steve shuffles his feet awkwardly. "Someone might try to hurt you." He mutters. Okay, this is one of those rare moments that I actually think like a girl and go all gooey inside. "Aww, that's so sweet..." I coo. Steve's face turns bright red. Still, I'm insulted that he thinks I'm too soft to throw a punch. "But seriously, cut the 'gentleman' crap and go look around." I tell him. Steve frowns. "No." He says stubbornly. "Are you seriously saying that I can't take care of myself?" I ask him indignantly. "No, I'm just saying that if some creeps tries something with you---" I cut him off. "I'll set his head on fire, chop him into pieces then throw his body parts into the fountain we saw outside." I say with a determined tone. After a moments silence, a grin spreads on Steve's face. "Okay." He relents. Yes! I do a mental victory dance. "But," He holds up a finger. "if anyone comes near you, yell for me, got it?" He asks me. I roll my eyes. "Oh, you mean like this?" I whisper-yell and fake a frightened expression: "There's an old man in the fiction aisle, help me Steve!" 

Steve glares at me. "You know what I mean." He growls. Sheesh, overprotective freak. He'll be insufferable on assignments. "Yes yes, call you if I need help, yada yada yada, you can go now." I prod him and he huffs before walking off. I wander down the aisles and pick up a few books. As I scan the racks in the History section, one particular book catches my eye. " 'Heroes of World War I'." I read out loud. Hmm, that looks interesting. I read the summary on the back of the book as I juggle the other books I picked out on my other arm and slowly walk towards another aisle. Unfortunately, I'm so busy reading that I don't bother looking in front as I turn around the corner. And as Fates should have it, another person came around the corner at the exact same time aaaaaaaaand...cue the collision.

"Oof!" I walk straight into something hard and stumble backwards before falling on my back. Ouch. I might need to get a massage chair as well. I groan and stand up shakily. I really need to work on my coordination. "Are you alright love?" Someone (possibly the person I walked into) asks. Hmm, British. Smack yourself Sonny, you're in London! Of course he's British! "I'm fine, I'm fine..." I say as I start to gather the books that are now strewn across the floor. "Sorry,"  I apologize to him. "I'm wasn't looking in front." I say as I finish picking up my books and finally look up at the stranger. Wow, I don't know what I did to deserve meeting so many good-looking guys lately. Whatever it is, I'd gladly do it again.

The stranger has nice blue eyes, though admittedly not as piercingly blue as Steve's eyes. Wait, did I just think that? Stupid hormones. His hair is brown, perfectly styled and looks like more product has been used on it in the last week than I have used in my entire life. He smiles at me. Wow, nice teeth. "Actually, I didn't watch where I was going either." He holds up his phone and grins sheepishly. "Okay...we're even then." I say. "Okay!" He says in a chirpy voice. "I'm Louis!" He tells me. "I'm err...Susan." I bluff. "Well hello, Susan! Are you from America?" Louis asks me excitedly. Wow, it's like he drank too many cans of coke of something. I feel exhausted just looking at him. "Something like that..." I say cautiously. "Don't talk much, do you?"  He asks me. I smile sheepishly. "I'm not good with people." I tell him. Yep, 'people' being hot British guys who have cute accents. "Nah, I think you're just shy. That's a lot of books you're carrying." He says and points at the stack of books I'm cradling. "I read. I mean, I can read, what am I talking about? Everybody can read! I just really really like to read, like I love books and---" I stop rambling and sigh. Louis looks confused. I clear my throat and say: "So anyway, I'm just gonna go find some...err, carrots?" I finish lamely. Carrots?! What the hell is wrong with you Sonny?! "I like carrots too!" Louis says. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" Louis asked. Wow, way to change the topic. "No, I don't. Never had one actually." I say and scratch the back of my head. Louis looks surprised. Can't blame him. Which 18 year old hasn't gone out on a date before? "Then who's that?" He asks and points towards something behind me. Huh?

I turn around and see a very familiar pair of blue eyes peeking out from the top of the nearest bookshelf. I groan internally. Great. "That's just uh...Steve." I say. "You know him?" Louis asks me. "Unfortunately." I mutter. Louis swallows. "Umm, I don't think he likes me very much..." Louis' voice trails off as I hear Steve's footsteps getting louder. I clench my teeth when Steve wraps his arm around my waist. "So Susan, you gonna introduce me to your friend?" He asks as he glowers at Louis. "Steve, Louis. Louis, Steve. Now go away." I say as I try and fail to wriggle out of his grip. "Tsk tsk tsk, that's no way to talk to your boyfriend." Steve says with a smirk on his face. Ohh, he wants to play that game does he?  "I hate you." I tell him. "That's not what you said last night." Steve says and winks at me. What the...he did not just--- Oh God. That's it. Bloody bastard is a dead man. "Forgive him, he's delusional." I tell Louis, who's looking slightly bewildered. Poor him. "No, you're in denial." Steve says as he grins. Oh, he's enjoying this way too much. I'm gonna wring his neck. "So...you two clearly are busy, and I need to go. Bye, Susan and Steve!" Louis smiles and waves at me and I watch helplessly as he walks out of sight. "No come back! Steve is gay! Uh, call me!" I yell like an idiot. I glare at Steve. "I'm going to kill you!" I yelled at him. The stupid buffoon has finally let go of me and is laughing like a retard. "You should've seen your face!" He chokes out. "When I'm done with you, you won't be able to see my face." I seethe. Steve grins. "No, you won't hurt me." He says confidently.

"You sure 'bout that Blondie?"

"Yep. You love me too much."

"In which parallel universe?!"

"Like I said, you're in denial."

"You're insane."

"But you still love me."

"Not after today I won't." I sigh as I think about Louis. "Have you ever noticed how cute British boys are?" I ask dreamily. Steve's smile slides right off his face. "I don't like him." He says and frowns. "Well, I do." I sigh again. "Did you notice how blue his eyes were? And he had such a nice smile..." I trail off. "I have blue eyes." Steve says stiffly. "Yeah, I noticed." I mutter to myself, thinking of the time I compared Louis' and Steve's eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Steve demanded. "I ain't tellin' ya!" I say and stuck my tongue out at him. 

"Tell me!"


Steve lunges at me and I take off running at full speed, screaming at the top of my lungs: "For Narnia!"

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