To ensure that she was indeed the girl S.H.I.E.D. had been searching for, Coulson had been tracking this girl for two weeks, and still he was perplexed my so many things she did. He didn't understand how even though she lived on the streets and could only usually get a piece of bread a day, she still tore it in half and gave it to whoever she deemed more 'needy' than she. He didn't understand how her feet didn't bleed from her constant walking, never staying in the same city for more than two cities. Mostly he didn't understand how she was so jumpy and frightened so easily, considering the incredible power she possessed. She seemed to rarely seek the comfort of others, particularly that of the opposite sex. He'd witnessed her get hit on several times, to her obvious displeasure.
"Fury, I'm going to approach her now. Keep the team occupied for as long as you can." He flipped his phone closed, not even waiting to hear the snarky reply his superior must have let slip from his lips. He walked quickly across the street ignoring the blaring horns, and curses that followed him. The girl had just slipped into an alley, possibly trying to escape the noise herself. He trailed, groaning as she increased her pace, wishing his dress shoes were more comfortable. As he neared he realized, he wasn't the only one hot on her heels, and that a group of men were very close to her.
"Well, boys, look what we have here, a little runaway." One of the men spoke up causing Coulson's heart to start thumping so hard he feared it may echo down the alley. The men snickered, closing in on her like she was their prey. "I don't want any trouble" the girl's voice was uneven and quiet, and her eyes stayed glued to the ground. The once who spoke pushed her against the wall, using a hand to force her to look at him "Oh honey, trouble isn't what we want." His hand made its way to rub her in places he shouldn't and she began begging. "Please, stop, I'll just leave now, no cops or anythi-"her words were cut off by a slap.
Coulson, pulled out his gun, and approached the group. Before he could do anything however, the man was flung into the wall. The girl pressed against the wall, blood dripping from her lip, and guilt showing in her eyes. The men began to advance, but before they could get close, the cocking of a gun stole their attention. "You think you're big, tough guys picking on a woman? You are going to grab your dirt bag of a friend and leave this nice girl alone. Maybe I won't kill you." Coulson said his aim moving from one man to the other. "She isn't worth anything, never mind getting killed. We're outta here." One said, his brown beady eyes growing in size at the sight of Coulson's gun.
After they took off, their unconscious friend in their arms, Coulson approached the girl pulling a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "Here" he offered it to her, peering at the small girl over his sunglasses. She offered him a bloody, but grateful smile and began wiping the evidence of her attack from her dirty face. Her eyes returned to their place on the ground, and he went to knell in front of her. "I'm here to offer you something. How would you like to not have to hide who you really are?"
