He had just received a call from the orphanage. It was a very extraordinary call because usually orphanages don't call people. Especially level seven clearance, SHIELD agents. Coulson made his way down the road, listening intently to what the woman at the other end was saying.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked as he made a turn to, what was presumably, the road where the orphanage was on. The alleyway was too narrow for him to drive poor Lola in.

"Er, yes, two young children, one is a blond boy, very quite, same goes to the girl, red hair, she seems younger than the boy, I assume they're from the same father," the woman animatedly chatted, "I, er, it's a bit hard to explain now so you should probably come and see for yourself."

"I'm on that," he replied. At the same time, he pulled open the orphanage door and walked in. "Hello," he said, hanging up on his phone.

The young woman stared confusingly at her phone before realizing what was going on. Coulson stood there waiting patiently. "Wait, sir, don't-" she hung up. And then she looked up. Coulson gave her a small smile.

"Oh!" She covered her mouth, "I'm so sorry I didn't realize,"

"It's okay," Coulson quickly cut. "Show me the two siblings you were talking about,"

"This way," the woman stood up from her desk and began leading him down a dark hallway. The orphanage was undoubtedly unattended and poor.

"They were left at our doorstep a few days ago," the woman explained, "nobody knew who left them there… so we decided to take them in. The other one is around nine. His name is Pietro. The younger one around eight. Her name is Wanda. They've stayed in our orphanage for almost four days already. That's when we noticed, well, something strange going on," she stammered.

They reached a wooden door. The woman glanced at Coulson. Coulson gave her a nod. He wasn't sure what was so scary or terrifying about the two children but he was in fact, greatly curious at what was behind the door.

The woman smiled a weak smile and pushed open the door.

"Pietro, Wanda," the two kids looked up from what they were doing. As soon as Coulson looked in the room, he could tell that everything was off. Apparently, the wooden blocks in front of the girl were floating.

"I…" he began.

"We had to separate them from the other children," she explained quickly. "In case they hurt one of them,"

Suddenly, the wooden blocks that were floating, quite peacefully as what Coulson thought, slammed into the wall next to him in a sudden clatter. The poor woman couldn't help but let out a scream.

The girl frowned at what just happened. "Stop it," her brother said.

"Telekinetic," Coulson muttered at the same time.

The woman looked from the kids to Coulson. "Er, should I introduce you as their new father?"

A mixture of alarm coursed through him. "No!" He said a little bit too quickly. "I mean, yeah, sure I don't mind," he countered. "Wait, hold on, I probably think you shouldn-"

"Pietro, Wanda, met your new father," the woman gestured broadly at the rigid agent standing at the doorway.

"He seems mean," Wanda said. Pietro rolled over so that he wasn't facing Coulson.

Coulson sighed. "Look, I am not your father, very sorry about that-"

"No need to be," Pietro muttered.

Coulson glanced at him, not sure what to say, before continuing, "-but I am here, to take you to a new home."

"A new home?" Wanda looked up earnestly.

Coulson managed a grimace. "Yes, a new home. There will be very kind people to take care of you and teach you, like any other home." Except a great percentage don't even know how to handle children. Coulson thinks of Ward and May trying handle kids. For some reason, his mind couldn't picture that image.

"We'll monitor you," he said, "and help you get through life."

"We're different aren't we?" It's been a while since Pietro spoke up. "Or else we wouldn't be separated from the other children."

Coulson flashed a mixed expression at the lady beside him before adding, "You're special. Gifted." He quickly explained, "And the home you're going has all kinds of special, gifted people like you."

"And what is it?"

Coulson hesitated for half a second. It wouldn't hurt to tell, would it? "SHIELD," he said truthfully. "We're an agency."

Wanda stood up. "Okay," she said, "I don't like this place anyway,"

Pietro looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it. "Fine," he muttered, "you win."

Coulson smiled warmly at the kids as they warily walked towards him. "May I take them away?" Coulson said softly. The smile on his face was so genuine and lady couldn't help but nod.

And without another word, the man lead the two children away.