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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
As Lonely As They Come (Clint)
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Post by Amber Lee on Aug 15, 2012 15:02:05 GMT -5
Alone...
No matter how many times she tried to convince herself that the feeling would disappear with time, it was still a word that plagued her at every hour of the day and night. It seemed like only a short while since Director Fury had showed up at the house and told her the news...that Loki had killed her father during an attack on the Helicarrier. She had been shocked for sure, to know that all of a sudden she was alone in the world without another person to really care. Even though he had been out on missions all the time for SHIELD, her father had made sure that he checked in on her, ensuring that she was eating and doing her homework...all of the things that father's did. But that had all been shattered when she opened the door to find Nick Fury standing there. There had been no question of why he had suddenly decided to grace her doorway with his presence.
Phil Coulson was dead.
The twittering birds and laughing children around her now were enough to make her sadness even deeper as she watched father's run around with their kids, laughing the day away as if there was nothing else out there past the enjoyment they were sharing. It made her miss the days that she could remember from her own past, the few memories she had of actually being able to share such a relationship with her own father before he was required on another mission for SHIELD. Blinking quickly, Amber fought back a few tears that pricked the corners of her eyes. There was nothing that could be done to bring him back, she understood that. Loki had managed to kill him in one of the cruellest ways Amber could imagine going, slowly and painfully. The only comfort she had was that Phil had managed to get in a shot of his own before death had claimed him and forever parted him from the daughter who loved him far too much to be taken away when her mother and brothers left. He had been the only thing she had really had in the world anymore, and now she really was on her own.
With nothing else left...
She sat quietly on the bench, looking down at her hands as she struggled to find some kind of motivation to get up from her place in the park and move on with her life. But it had been less than two weeks since she had been given the news and it continued to sting like a fresh wound. She knew there really wasn't much she could do about it now. Her father was dead, as she had feared he might one day be as he continued to work for such a dangerous group of people like those employed by SHIELD. He'd been one of the best...and now that seemed to be of little comfort to the daughter who struggled to find her way in this new darkness.
She was alone.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 16, 2012 15:29:30 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:10px] Clint wandered the sidewalk in Central Park. Like Amber, his mind was plagued too, and the sunshine and heat brought him no joy. He had a jacket on, actually. He was a bit cold. Ever since Clint had found out about the sudden death of everyone's favorite Agent Coulson, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the man and his legacy... Both in men's hearts and in the world at large. Everyone had adored the kindly man, and Clint was no exception. Phil had been Clint's boss for the longest time, actually, so maybe the deceased Agent had been closer to Clint's heart than most. There had been a few times that the Agent had mentioned a daughter. This was why the sharpshooter had wandered here, in search. Gradually, from clues he had pieced together in SHIELD archives, Clint had been led to New York. Why he was doing this, he didn't know. Maybe the girl would accuse him of being a stalker, maybe call the cops... In the middle of all his thoughts, he nearly missed the teary-eyed, brown-haired girl on the park bench. In an instant Clint knew, that was her. Wandering over to the bench, he smiled gently and motioned to the empty half of the bench. "Is it alright If I sit here? His soft, gentle tone belied the fact that his heart was in pain, too.[/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Aug 16, 2012 15:50:45 GMT -5
So lost was Amber in her own thoughts and sadness that she seemed to momentarily stop observing what was going on around her, something her father had taught her never to do when he had been alive. The world was full of dangerous people, she had always been told, dangerous people who would stop at nothing to get ahold of her if ever they were to learn just how much she had meant to him. From a young age this had been drilled into her brain, with her father always careful to tell his daughter that she must always be watching the people around her for any signs of treachery, to ensure that none of them had plans on coming after her when she had let her guard down. But did that really matter now? It wasn't like she would be made into a target now that her father was no longer in the picture hunting down the bad guys. No, she didn't mean anything to anyone anymore, which meant that she probably wasn't in any danger of being picked up as a hostage.
But a voice beside her quickly shook from her from her train of thought, causing her dark brown orbs to flicker up in the direction of an older man as he asked to sit beside her on the bench. She supposed he was just being polite, not wanting to invade her space or something since she was all alone. "Sure," came the simple response as she scooted over a little. Ordinarily she'd have left it at that, not bothering to even glance at the man again as she returned to the walls of her own mind...but something in his tone of voice caught her attention. It seemed to betray some of the same emotion that she was feeling, a little hurt and pain much like the things that had invaded her own heart and caused that constant sting. But there was something else...
A casual glance out of the corner of her eye watched as he took the place he had nodded to, the gears in her brain whirling to try and figure out what it was that struck a familiar chord with her. And then, very slowly, she turned her body a little bit to look at him with a curious expression. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare," she began as she tilted her head a little. "But you look a little familiar. Didn't I see a picture of you on the news a little while ago? I think you were standing close to Captain America..." Maybe it was all in her head though. She saw millions of people everyday, not counting the hundreds of others who passed through Central Park without a care in the world. It was entirely possible that she was just imagining the whole thing....but it never hurt to ask, right?
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Sept 1, 2012 19:53:45 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:10px] "Thanks." Clint smiled a little at Amber and promptly took the seat beside her. Not to make her uncomfortable, he tried to stay on the other side of the bench. There he took a better look at her. Agent Coulson had never mentioned his wife so Clint couldn't help but wonder who her mother was. She must have been a sweet woman. And Amber, too, was beautiful for sure. Her brown eyes were like melted chocolate or, a better description, chocolate tootsie pops, rich, brown, and clear despite the spacey state she had fallen into. She resembled her father in lots of ways, but many features were also different. Phil probably would have taught her about being aware, and careful out in public, a topic that Clint was used to hearing from The Agent. Clint did nothing to suggest he was threatening. He relaxed as much as he could though he was still on edge because of the knowledge, this was the daughter that Coulson had so lovingly talked about. Something about him had caused her to turn and study him in curiosity. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare, but you look a little familiar. Didn't I see a picture of you on the news a little while ago? I think you were standing close to Captain America..."For the first time in a few hours, a bit of a grin slid onto Clint's face. "You're observant." He chuckled a bit, good-naturedly. "Yes. That video footage of me, standing by Cap, is practically famous by now. The world at large knows me as Hawkeye, but you can call me Clint." He skipped his last name on purpose. He didn't like people calling him Mr. Barton; that was his grandfather's name (or, at least, what he had known to be his grandfather's name for the short time that he had been in the boy's life). The dark-haired sharpshooter preferred Clint or even Hunk of Manly Man, Danii's fond nickname for him. "It's been hard on all of us." Clint found himself saying before she had even had a chance to reply. Before he had planned on only mentioning the late Agent later, but seeing Amber's distress made that go out the window. "He was my boss, for heavens' sake, and I probably miss him just as much as you. The team was so distraight when we found out the news. Everyone loved him. He was the reason we were able to pull together and save the world from the horrible thing that Loki did." Even thinking about it now made Clint's throat tighten. He had never cried in his life; but soon if he didn't get his mind to other matters, he would. Every minute brought back conversations between the two: in SHIELD jets, the helicarrier, and other bases and places too numerous to name. Fresh on the pile was the time Coulson had been on the brink of letting Clint take out Thor Odinson. The Agent had known that his decision would probably alter the course of the human race, and that a huge burden was on his shoulders- and he could go right or wrong with one word. In the end he had compassion on the god. If he hadn't, Clint would have lost a friend and a comrade. Coulson had contributed so much to SHIELD, and to everyone he had met. [/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Sept 6, 2012 18:13:31 GMT -5
For the past few weeks her life had been completely consumed in her grief, struggling to find a way to move on from the tragedy and lies that had been her former life. Now she was all alone, without the mother or brothers she had known, without the father that she had loved so dearly for the last several years as her only family. There had been the odd person here and there to show their face at her doorstep in sympathy, noting that the poor girl was often on her own. But to learn that he had suddenly died while away at his job, which she had still not told anyone about, was something that most of them couldn't even begin to understand. Having someone die close by, or in a way that they could be with their family was hard enough. Dying away from them without getting the chance to say goodbye was just cruel and unjust by anybody's standards.
A light hand reached up to brush aside a lock of hair from her eyes as he responded to her question, confirming that he had indeed been near Captain America shortly after the invasion. But Amber had certainly not been expected what followed as she dropped her eyes quickly and felt her body tense beneath her. This man spoke as if he had worked with her father, like he was a SHIELD agent himself. But why would someone like that come and find her now? Director Fury had already been up to tell her that her father wouldn't be coming home, and that should have been both the beginning and end of her relationship with the government agency. But of course, there was someone else there, someone who was quickly bringing forth those protective instincts that she had developed over the last several years as she tried her best to give the appearance of remaining calm. Her father would have told her not to panic, but continue to think clearly...
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quickly as she reminded herself of the fact that she had never mentioned her name nor her father in the past few minutes since he had sat down beside her. Her hands quickly stuffed themselves into her pockets and wrapped around whatever she could find, her keys in her right hand being the dominant thing. "You must have me confused with someone else." In an attempt to flee before things became aggressive in nature, Amber quickly lifted the pressure to her feet and began to push away from the bench, her dark eyes refusing to look at that man even the smallest amount. No, she'd have nothing to do with him, and she'd get home as soon as she could.
That was the plan, anyway...
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Sept 8, 2012 20:19:42 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:10px] A confused look slid across Amber's face. Yup. He had moved too fast. Clint sighed inaudibly. He always did this. Her expression and eyes were carefully guarded, though, and from that alone Clint confirmed that he was right. This was Amber Lee Coulson. His instinct had been correct. He had never doubted it, yet he wasn't really sure. If she hadn't been the one he was looking for, he wouldn't have talked to her in the first place. If she was going to walk away now, he should probably leave her with some last words. "Once he started talking about you, he couldn't stop until he had run though a whole monologue that always ended with "That's my baby girl." He loved you to the ends of the earth." Phil Coulson was always bragging about Amber Lee, and how she was talented in so many areas. It was clear to anyone that she was his most prized possession, over and above even his vintage Captain America trading cards set. Clint longed to know what that felt like, having a true father. His had always been the PE teacher at the military academy, or the drill sargeant: calculating and unloving. It must be nice to know that you had a father that was always proud of you no matter what. Absentmindedly, Clint ran his hand through his hair. No doubt he was going to be alone again now. But he understood. Phil had taught his daughter well. That, perhaps, would be one of his greatest legacies.[/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Sept 12, 2012 18:13:57 GMT -5
Discussing the man that she had just lost was still incredibly painful for Amber Coulson, a young woman now practically on her own in a world that barely knew she existed. For a long time she had been almost hidden from sight, kept sheltered in a way that most people didn't even realize that her surname was Coulson because her father had been so cautious about the people that knew her and what exactly they came to know. She'd never understood until recently what all of the precautions and secrecy were about, and only now understood just how much her father really had loved her in his lifetime. She'd never doubted his love, but there was something about it all now, knowing that he had given his life for those of other people and kept together a team of heroes...it made him the greatest hero of all in her eyes. And she'd never be able to tell him that.
Just as she thought of running away from the stranger who had taken the vacant spot beside her on the bench, his words gave her reason to stop and consider for a moment. The hurt stung her chest even worse than it had before, his words sinking in as if she had been stabbed through the back and heart with a sharp blade. It suddenly became a little harder to breathe. Tears began to sting her eyes again and she became rather grateful for the fact that her back was toward the stranger. "You really did know my father," she murmured quietly, fingers clenching and unclenching at her side. She avoided his eyes for now, unsure of how she might react to that piercing colour she had momentarily glimpsed before.
And then, "How...how did he die?" There hadn't been much detail from Fury when he had come to talk to her. Only that he had died a hero, helping to save the world during the invasion and that he had not died alone. Fury himself had been there when Phil had passed, or so he claimed anyway. As a man who worked for the government she couldn't really be sure if he was telling the truth or merely telling her something he thought she would want to hear. It seemed to be a common thing, being told something that wasn't necessarily true. It was an instance that made her wonder just how much she had not been told about the life her father had lead after her mother and brothers had left them. She'd never understood why...not really anyway. But Amber couldn't really think about that now. Very slowly she turned herself around and looked down at Clint, lifting her head a little to keep a relatively blank look upon her features so that he couldn't sense the hurt and upset that had taken control of her body. "And what did they do with his body?"
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 1, 2012 1:59:52 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:10px] This all was painful for him, too, so Clint would have liked it better if she hadn't kept herself guarded, like she did in her next reaction. Yet she was so beautiful. She averted her eyes a little, he noticed. "You really did know my father." "I did." He answered her simply. Oh, so many different memories there. It was a fountain of feelings and emotions that slammed into his heart at even the mention of the agent. In the midst of this all, Clint found it a bit ironic that he was the one sitting here ready and on the verge of crying and Amber Lee was the stoic, upright one. "How... how did he die?"Clint proceeded with this cautiously. Fury had told him not to tell the whole truth to her. But Clint was totally against that. She had the right to know. She was Phil's daughter, for crying out loud! Her father and her had been close. If Fury's parents had died without him knowing how, how would have he felt?!? Not telling her the whole truth was just plain wrong in the sharpshooter's eyes. "I wasn't there, I was out of commission. But I was told that he had encountered Loki on the SHIELD helicarrier during an attempted takeover. Loki had Thor trapped in the specially-built prison designed for himself and was about to kill his brother. Coulson had one of the tesseracht weapons with him. The trickster SOB did one of his fancy clones and stabbed your father in the back. When the battle was won, We tried to save him but Fury got to him too late." Clint, of course, had skimmed the report. He couldn't bear reading about the late agent's death. Now he wished that he would have just hardcore read it. It would have been better. "And what didthey do with his body?""I don't know." Clint shrugged. He again hadn't been told. "I don't think anyone does except maybe Fury."[/style][/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Oct 2, 2012 22:37:43 GMT -5
Loki...
So, her father's killer finally had a name. Fury had not disclosed the events surrounding Agent Coulson's death to her, simply letting the girl know that he had died in service to his country and that she should always be proud of the things he accomplished. Not that she even had a clue as to what he had done. The time that Phil had spent with his daughter was simple in nature; movies, ice cream, a trip to the amusement park in her younger years. As she had grown older, she had taken to sparring with the old man just to keep herself in top physical condition, and if anything, he had always seemed rather proud of the fact that she was the one asking him to come and train with her. She trusted no one else when it came to her skills, and it seemed that Phil had been the exact same way since he had never paid for anyone else to teach his daughter her self defence.
Clint said he had been out of commission when Coulson had died in the attack, and although she knew that her curiosity had been peaked a little at his choice of words, she dared not ask for any of the details. Still, as she studied his face for signs of distrust and deceit, Amber couldn't help but notice that he bore a strange resemblance to her father. Not necessarily in physical attributes, but in other ways. Phil had always been a fairly straight forward man, who had a poker face that even his daughter had a hard time breaking. But there was also a sadness in his eyes, and the hard lines in his face betrayed years of hardships and emotional strain. His body was fit, his posture straight, and his voice was a deeper octave than Amber had originally imagined it would be for someone like him. And yet it seemed to suit him perfectly. "Yeah...that sounds like my Dad," she said with a slightly bitter edge to her voice. "Always looking out for someone else and neglecting to take care of himself."
It had once been a bit of a joke between the duo, but no longer. Those days were far behind her. Still, as she looked at Clint with her own dark eyes, Amber couldn't help but find that her features relaxed a little and the guarded expression she wore began to drop from sight. He wasn't going to hurt her, she reasoned. If he really wanted to, he'd have picked a less populated location and he would have done so already. After all, if what she remembered of him was true, the man rarely missed his target with that deadly bow and arrow of his, neither of which were visible. "Did you work with my father for long?" she asked gently, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she slowly lowered herself back to the bench. "I haven't met too many people who knew him, aside from that Nick Fury guy."
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 27, 2012 16:49:19 GMT -5
[style=float:left; margin-right:10px] Clint completely understood when Amber looked down, and her face got hard for a second. Her father's killer had an identity, a public one nonetheless. Loki's name got Clint's blood flowing as well, especially with all the horrible things the God of Trickery had done. Imprisoned him within himself, making Clint serve his every wish, and threatening Natasha with the sharpshooter's death. Yes. He had heard about that, too. But not from Natasha herself, which Clint found quite odd. Was his friend trying to hide something? It had never been Natasha Romanoff to hide sentimental things if she even had any feelings at all. Somehow Clint felt like he had never been told the whole truth about that encounter, that had supposedly happened right before he had gone in to storm the Helicarrier. "Yeah...that sounds like my Dad, always looking out for someone else and neglecting to take care of himself." "Yup. That was him, alright." Hm. She was acting like this was all pretty much bittersweet to her. Clint couldn't say the same for himself. In his mind the former agent came out without a blemish. He supposed that it was a misconception, yeah, but a well-deserved one. "Did you work with my father for long?" It was looking like she was going to stay after all. Out of curiosity or sentiment, Clint wasn't sure. "I haven't met too many people who knew him, aside from that Nick Fury guy.""You won't, I think, unless you manage to scope out some other SHIELD agents or Avengers. He was an such an unsung hero, it's a pity."[/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Nov 1, 2012 23:51:49 GMT -5
With everything that had happened in New York in recent months, she couldn't really be sure of anything right now. The various television networks had spoken of a group of people who had worked together to save the city from being totally destroyed by both invaders and their own government, but their identities were pretty well kept. Well, for the most part. It wasn't overly difficult to know that genius Tony Stark was Iron Man when he had made that information public himself a long while before, and of course, a great many people had grown up with the stories of Captain America, though she hadn't exactly been privy to the information of his name or anything. Aside from that, the man who sat beside her on the bench was the first one she had encountered aside from Fury to tell her in no uncertain terms that he was a special agent for the government and part of the group who had saved New York...and the world.
Clint, he had said his name was. It was a different name, she'd give him that, perhaps not as common as her own. But that was about all she knew of him, his name and the fact that he had worked with her father before his death. "I wouldn't even know where to start looking for those people," she said, concealing the fact that she had already begun to plan how she would approach the one person she knew was within her reach. No, she didn't trust him enough just yet to let him in on her plans, ones that her mother had disapproved of when she had announced that she was leaving for New York. Her intentions at that point couldn't have been clearer, and though she had tried to fight her daughter on the subject, Amber had known that she was going to win from the start. While not quite legal in many senses of the word, she was old enough to make her own decisions, and thanks to the stubborn streak she had inherited from her father, she'd managed to win the argument with a few shed tears from her mother and a suitcase packed with the things she thought she would require. "I'm not anywhere near important enough to get close to people like that."
But then a thought struck the girl.
"Did you come looking for me on purpose?" The question seemed a little too forward after she had spoken, but by that point it was far too late to take back the words. Was it purely coincidence that she had been found by this man, someone who claimed that he had worked with her late father? Or was there something else going on that she was not yet aware of? Some of the things that she had been taught by Phil Coulson were beginning to surface in her brain as she took a careful catalogue of everything around her. In case things began to head south, she needed to know what assets were available for her use, and if she was close enough for anyone to notice or help her if required. Having surveyed Clint as she sat down again, Amber hadn't failed to notice the fact that he was definitely bigger than she was, and could therefore put up a rather tough fight if it came down to it. The coat he wore obstructed her view of his body in terms of his build, but it was safe to say that he wouldn't be the one to go down easily. "I wouldn't think I was worth anyone else's time after Fury came to break the news to us."
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Dec 8, 2012 16:29:32 GMT -5
"Not important enough?" Clint echoed her, and a small grin slid across his face. "I think that you might want to reconsider that statement." He didn't know what she was talented in or anything, but he was pretty sure that if it came down to it, SHIELD would fight for her like she was an agent. Sentimentality towards anything related to Agent Coulson was high right now. Fury could send out a squadron for her sake... and that was in no uncertain terms. Clint could name out a host of people on his fingers that would be all over Amber Lee if they knew she even existed. Cap probably would be the most protective, and have a close eye on her at all times. Even Tony Stark would be in on it. That wasn't a good thought, though, so Clint banished it out of his brain. No one needed to know about what happened with Coulson and the cellist. Amber should remain anonymous. The sharpshooter would feel so guilty if she was forced out into the public eye. She had so much in front of her. It would probably be for the worst to take that away from her. It was probably a dumb move on his part coming here. But it was too late.
"Did you come looking for me on purpose?" Calmly, he took the question and started to answer it in the same fashion. He had expected that she would ask this sooner or later. Amber was too much of a smart cookie not to. "Yes, I did. It's purely for my own reasons, though, and not for SHIELD's at all. We are actually under orders not to converse with you, but I thought that you had a right to know." Relaxing more on the bench, he tried to force his heart rate the rest of the way down to resting. He did have a pistol with him, but that was always for protection, just in case something went wrong. For instance, if a villain was to swing by. Clint himself was not a threat, though, and he was determined to prove to Miss Coulson that he was just a friend, and not anything that was out to get her. "You need to stop thinking of yourself as below everyone." Clint searched his heart for the words to say. "You are so much more than you believe, and though I know nothing about your personal life, I imagine that there's more than one person who admires and loves you."
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Post by Amber Lee on Dec 11, 2012 22:58:12 GMT -5
The glance she immediately shot in Clint's direction was one with a raised brow, the sarcasm of a forming thought already evident in her eyes. He made it sound as if she were merely talking herself down and not simply stating a fact. In reality, if her father had not been killed then SHIELD and Nick Fury would have had absolutely nothing to do with her at all. The only reason they had made their presence known to the girl was because she had been the only child that the man had had in his lifetime, and they had to alert his family to his death, since he seemed to be one of the few people within the organization to have one. Did other agents have families, or had her father just been a special case? Knowing what she did now, Amber was fairly certain that her birth had not been entirely planned, and that precautions had been taken to ensure that she never learned of her father's true job while she was growing up. But now that she was faced with this new situation, things had taken a completely different turn all together.
"I have my doubts that SHIELD would bother to end yet another person to talk to me after they already delivered the news of my Dad's death," she said, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from her eyes so that her gaze on Clint's face was now unhindered. "Least of all someone as big and rich as Tony Stark." And from that angle, what was the point in even bringing up an Asgardian God or a Civil War hero? It just seemed like a redundant thing to do in her mind. The answer was fairly simple. "Why did you come exactly?" If the order had been that none of the others were to converse with her at all, what had been so vital for him to say that would have made him break that rule? Surely Fury had told her everything she really needed to know when he had come to deliver the blow, right? Apparently not in Clint's mind...
She stiffened a little bit as Clint continued, trying to piece together enough logic for things to make sense. A little while ago, she might have agreed that there was at least one other person who had loved her aside from her father, but that was a little questionable now. The relationship she had once shared with her mother had changed drastically over the past several months, since the last time Phil Coulson had failed to come home and visit his daughter...but the news of his death seemed to have been the final blow. At eighteen she had left her mother's home for good, packing her belongings and travelling to New York in the hopes of finding something to do with the rest of her life. And now that she was made aware of the truth, she was fairly hell bent on making sure that SHIELD was somewhere in that future. "I used to think there were others," she murmured softly. "I'm not so sure anymore."
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