It was just another mission for Amanda Coulson. Just another pointless task that SHIELD made her carry out, with a few people. Until, she ran into someone who was supposed to be dead.
It was June 12th to be exact, and the hot sun shined down on her black skin-tight suit. Her hair was black, and it curled slightly. She was in Moscow at the time, searching for a man convicted of hiding fugitives from SHIELD. They had been watching him closely and had decided it was time to bring him in. She was working with her regular partner, Ian, her long time best friend. They even shared a small penthouse together on their off time.
"He's coming my way, keep on his tail." Ian instructed over Comms. She got up from the bench she had been sitting on, her hair bouncing with her, and began to follow him. He was just a little taller than her, and walked with confidence. It was hard to keep a visual though, as he weaved through the crowd. There was too many people here today. A brief feeling of doubt washed over her as she began to think he knew she was following him.
The man turned sharply down an alley, and she saw Ian come running form the other direction. He follwed him into the Alley. Gunshots fired as she turned the corner. The scene before her eyes was too much for her to bear. The man stood, with a gun pointed at Ian, and snorted as he collapsed before her.
"Ian!" Amanda screamed out, covering her mouth in misery. Her partner. Her best friend, dead just like that. Rage began to build in her body. She looked at her target. Two abnormally large men flanked him on either side. She was unsure of what to do, blinded by grief, but she knew they would pay.
The two men advanced on her and she took a few steps back. She was weak from crying. She didn't want to take on more than she could handle. Suddenly a big arm wrapped around her neck, and she was unable to breathe. The men in front of her closed in, but she managed to kick them away. Still, she couldn't manage to breathe.
Her vision began to blur, and oddly enough her body began to relax. But not her mind. Sure, her thoughts were fuzzy, but there was a voice screaming that she was dying... somewhere. She fought to stay alive. She tried to fight the feeling of peace washing over her. She closed her eyes, making choking noises as she tried to scream for help.
Then a voice she hadn't heard in forever yelled: "HEY!" More guns were fired, and the pressure around her neck lifted. The men fell. Her target took off running, and someone pursued. She lied flat on the ground, gasping for air. She felt a few tears slip from her eyes as she coughed harshly.
A blurry figure ran towards her and knelt down, touching her gently. It was a man. Her thoughts flashed back to the voice that had yelled. As the darkness crept around her, one thought crossed her mind.
"Dad?" He was supposed to be dead.