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AN so this was an idea/ suggestion by DarkMystery1, so all credit goes to him... Hope you enjoy it and if you have any ideas yourself feel free to PM me about them. If not, just continue to read and review!

The sound of children laughing could be heard all around the park, as they ran around catching frisbees and footballs. Other children delighted in climbing on the jungle gym,and others rested by their mothers and fathers as they had a family picnic. Mike Peterson watched from a distance, far enough he wouldn't be noticed, but close enough he could watch his son Ace. Ace was on the swing set being pushed by his aunt. He sighed as he watched his son. It should be be pushing him on that swing, not his aunt." He thought. As much as he wanted to be there for his son he knew he couldn't. Not since he became... Deathlock. It was all Centipedes fault they were the reason he had become this... Monster, they were the reason he couldn't be a proper father to his son... John Garret was also to blame, he was the one who had offered a "helping hand" only to manipulate mike and use him for his own selfish gain. With the help of Shield he had been able to break free of garrets iron grip, Shield... he hadn't thought about them in a while, "your son will accept you no matter what..." Skye's words came floating back to him, as comforting as they were he knew they could never be true, at least not until he had redeemed himself. He looked one last time at his son before turning and heading back home...

He entered the building sighing he sat down in a chair at the table before looking at his surroundings. "Home sweet home..." he thought. It really wasn't much of a home, it was his grandfather's old fishing cabin, he had come here begrudgingly many times as a child when his grandpa wanted to bond with him. He had never liked fishing as a kid it was too much work too much time wasted. Still no one apart from his family knew where the cabin was making it the perfect place to stay off the radar. His grandfather had passed away a few years ago,and since none of his other family members ever used this cabin it was as good as his, he made his way to the fridge and pulled out some leftovers placing them in the microwave. He ate in silence. After his less then satisfactory dinner he got ready for bed. Climbing on to the stiff cot he pulled the scratchy sheets over him. He looked at the picture of his son that rested on the bedside table before turning off the light and settling into an uneasy sleep.

Sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the curtain waking up Mike. He grumbled and stretched before getting out of bed and walking over to the he coffee maker and turning it on. He walked over to the stove and began making scrambled eggs and toast. He poured the eggs onto a plate as the toast popped up. He buttered it and cut it in half placing it on the plate and carrying it over to the table. He waited for the distinctive ring of the coffee maker telling him his beverage was ready. When it finally did ring he got up and poured some into a ceramic mug added cream and sugar and proceeded back to the table before taking a sip... Bitter. That was just a great way to start off his day bitter coffee. It certainly wasn't as good as the coffee he use to get from the little diner on the corner he used to go to before this whole fiasco happened. He couldn't really go to that diner anymore, his appearance wasn't exactly as friendly as it use to be... Sighing he took another sip of his bitter coffee before his cellphone rang. He knew it was a risk to carry a cell phone around as they could be easily tracked, but he kept one around just in case his sister would ever call and ask him to come visit Ace, he highly doubted she ever would but it didn't hurt to hope...

"Hello" he answered.

"Hello Mike, long time no see."

The voice on the other end of the line made his blood run cold

"Coulson..."

"Yep that was my name last time I checked"

This was just great Shield had found him and now they were going to lock him away like some sort of criminal...

As Coulson could read his mind through the phone he said

"Don't worry I'm not calling with your warrant for arrest..."

"Then why are you calling?"

"To offer you a job opportunity, Shield has fallen and we need all the help we can get..."

"And why would you ask me for help I worked against you..."

"You were being controlled then Mike, besides in the end you chose the right side and fought with us, Skye mentioned how much you wanted to have a second chance, how much you wanted to right your wrongs, and I am willing to go e you that chance...so what do you say are you in?"

Mike thought about what had been said, what was being offered

"It may be your chance to reunite with your son..."

Mike heard from the other end of the phone.

"I'm in" he replied.

"Excellent, where should we meet?"

Mike smiled

"Let's make it three'o clock tomorrow at Bessie's diner."

"Sounds like a plan, see then."

The line then went dead.

Mike smiled to himself this was finally the beginning on his path to redemption...