"Ahh Miss Fury, welcome home!" the chirpy pilot grinned at his passenger who smiled weakly in return.
Home. Apparently there was no place like it. Amara Fury was unsure of this claim; after all she'd never really had one. Her parents had decidedly shipped her out, to England yes, but shipping out all the same. They didn't like her 'attitude' and so she never really spent time there. Her British boarding school was no better, a school wasn't a home, no matter how many friends you made and she hadn't made many anyway. And as for her house where she stayed with her Nanny, well that was a living nightmare; cold and dreary and absolutely void of any sign of human intelligence to be perfectly honest. Once she had witnessed her nanny microwaving clothes to dry them, honestly that woman…
She shook off her thought, now, graduated from both school and university she was moving back to America, New York no less, and she was moving in with her uncle, Nick Fury. Nick was basically a stranger to her, his job was something exciting no doubt, she'd never witnessed her parents' even talk about him voluntarily and they were very hush hush people on matters of non-boringness. So Amara had reached the conclusion, quite young, that her uncle Nick had a very fun life.
Momentarily brightened by the prospect of adventure in the big wide somewhere Amara let a smile, a real one this time, grace her features. This smile widened as the plane landed into what appeared to be some sort of high tech military aircraft carrier thingy. People sporting army uniforms and business suits with black sunglasses were walking, and in some cases running, to different locations. She glanced briefly at the man attempting to escort her off the plane he looked just like someone from Men In Black. She grinned as the man led her towards a huge set of doors indicating for her to enter in a few minutes. It was straight out of a Bond movie. she gasped as the Thingy rose out of the water and into the sky. Now this, this could be a home.
Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D paced around his office, freezing slightly as a voice rang through his intercom stating the arrival of 'Miss Amara Fury' he frowned slightly; he'd never met this niece of his, hadn't even been shown a picture and now… now she was going to live with him, at SHIELD he desperately hoped she wasn't a boring-ass like her father, his brother.
Phil Coulson, recently resurrected, entered with a large file in his hand
"Sir, I read up on your niece she seems lovely"
"Lovely as in one helluva boring child?"
"no, lovely as in my comment was sarcastic. Shes an uptight girl of 24, pleasing to look at but not particularly stunning, she has maybe one friend partially because she's a rather socially awkward child but also because she's well, not very nice…"
"she's a bitch?" Fury couldn't imagine Jake having a kid like that.
"uh, yes you could say that, she's intelligent enough to get away with it though, she had martial arts training as well as classical ballet and hip-hop, she loves reading and the last contact she has had with her parents, minus a letter saying she graduated University, was over 10 years ago" Coulson stopped his speech at a small knock.
"Come in" Fury barked
The door edged open and slowly a figure squeezed into the room. She stood at around 5ft 2, slim but clearly had muscle. Dark blonde hair with coloured tips framed her round face her mouth slightly grimacing, but a determined fire shone in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but only a squeak of terror came out. Fury frowned in annoyance; who was this lady? Coulson smiled sympathetically at the new comer he gestured her forward
"Sir, this is you niece" he said smiling, Fury raised an eyebrow, his only visible one, and his face broke out into a relieved smile, well it was more of grimace. But it was an attempt nevertheless.
"uh Amara, is it? i'm Nick Fury, director of SHIELD and this is SHIELD headquarters, i trust you can fend for yourself"
"well... uh yeah but... hey! Shield?"
"Yeah S-H-I-E-L-D, SHIELD its an acronym"
"like YMCA?"
"yes, except it's cooler"
"uhh right okay. so are you guys like, some anti-terrorist organization?"
"that's just one part of our initiative, the rest is top secret."
"you're top secret and yet your headquarters is some giant, flying aircraft carrier?"
"Helicarrier. and yes, you'd be surprised how very rarely people look up"
Amara let a small smile creep onto her face, this place was as awesome as she'd hoped it would be. Coulson seized the silence as an opportunity to take the girl to her rooms. she willingly obliged, a small delighted smile still on her face, Coulson was beginning to think it was permanent.
"and this is your residence right here Miss Fury" Coulson smiled
"all of it? for me?" Amara squealed happily "an en-suite! a kitchenette! a walk-in-wardrobe! wooo!" she span around giddily. this was most definitely the best day ever. feeling rather pleased with himself Coulson began to subtly edge out of the room
"Mr. Agent dude?" he'd forgotten to introduce himself.
"Yes? and it Agent Coulson but you can call me Phil, if you want to"
"oh awesome, well um Phil is is he really my uncle is he even real?"
Phil Coulson smiled knowingly "he's very real. probably the realest person you''l ever meet."