Where the hell was he?! It wasn't like James to be late. He was always on time, always. No matter what.

That's what had Zeyin so confused. She was used to him being on time, and here she was, waiting for a guy who was never late. It was twelve minutes past they're agreed waiting time, and she was starting to get worried. One reason was because she really needed the device he was bringing her. It was supposed to take care of her... problems. The other reason she was worried was because James was like a brother to her. He was the one person that looked out for her through everything.

She leaned up against the brick wall and sighed, looking at her watch. Fourteen minutes. She decided to scope out the area a bit.

And as soon as she glanced around the corner, she spotted him, and he spotted her. Unfortunately for them both, someone else saw her, too. A guy in a black suit.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

He motioned to a woman, and they both started running to her. She heard the woman yell, "Ward, that way!"

She took off running in the opposite direction, jumping over cars and darting into traffic. There was no way in hell she was getting caught, at least not by them. She hated S.H.I.E.L.D. Despised them ever since they took her parents into custody. She hadn't heard from them since she was eight.

And that was eleven and a half years ago.

She screamed as a car came horrifyingly close to hitting her and jumped around it, then she tripped and hit the ground. Hard. She got up quickly, though, and started running, only to run straight into a woman who cried, in a British accent, "Bloody hell!" as soon as they touched. The woman took one look at her and then screamed, "Ward, May, she's right here. Right by me!"

And then the guy, Ward, said, "Yeah, we can see that, Jemma. We're two feet away."

Zeyin tried to run again, but Ward grabbed her arm and spun her around. She just looked at the ground and noticed a broken instrument of some sort there. The British woman bent down and picked it up, sighing. Zeyin running into her had broken it. "Sorry," Zeyin offered, and then she was led to a car where James was standing there, looking angry.

"What happened?" Zeyin asked.

"They tracked me. Through the fucking device!" he answered.

"I'm sorry," Zeyin sighed. "I didn't know this would happen, really."

James looked at her. "Whatever," he grumbled.

"Please, James, you know I needed it. I wouldn't have asked you for it if I didn't. Please," she begged.

James didn't reply.

The two people that were chasing her and the British girl walked over. "I'm agent Grant Ward, with S.H.I.E.L.D." he said. "This is agent Melinda May, and agent Jemma Simmons."

"What do you want with us?" Zeyin grumbled.

"We want to know where you got that device from and why," a man said. He pulled out a badge. "Agent Phil Coulson. I'm afraid you two are in for a long ride."

(*)

Zeyin sighed as she was pushed into a rooms with James. He was still pissed. He sort of had a right to be.

"This is your fault," he spat when the door was shut.

"You didn't have to get it," Zeyin said. "I asked you for a favor, I didn't demand it."

"But you didn't tell me that the fucking ''macho' agents were going to come after us!"

"Because I didn't know! You have to trust me. If I had known then I wouldn't have asked you to get it. I wouldn't have designed it, either!"

And with that sentence, the door was opened and Ward told Zeyin to follow him. He led her to another room in the same hallway, an interrogation room, and told her to take a seat.

It was going to be a long night...