Grant Ward was a boy of solitude. Had been so since a child. He preferred silence to the angry words of his parents and older brother, however, these were better than the desperate pleading cries of his younger brother. Those were the cries that haunted his dreams. Solitude was the only way to escape that nightmare of his childhood. That was why he signed up to be a soldier. That's were the voices got louder and louder until he snapped. That is why he is here now in juvie.

He had no visitors. Never. Not his so called family and he definitely had no friends, so when he was called up he thought it would be some sort of officer, someone to tell him when he was being sentenced for his crimes. He did not expect what he saw.

As he approached the only empty chair in the room he observed the man in the seat across from it. He was in his late 30s and was looking down at the table arms linked across his chest. He wore a grey suit and was well groomed. On the mans jacket there was a badge that Ward couldn't make out from his current position. Moving slowly forward, trying to buy more time to calculate his current situation, he noticed that the man was now looking at him with a warm smile and have him a reaffirming nod. This completely threw him off. He was certainly not apart of the government and this sent warning signals going off all over his brain. Quickening his pace Ward, wanting to find out who the figure was, hurriedly took up the empty seat and sat staring expectantly at the man.

Sticking out his arm the man introduced himself. "Coulson, Phil Coulson." Grant took a long look at the expecting hand before hesitatingly shaking it. "I've heard a lot if things about you Grant. Things that my organisation will find beneficial and want." Ward stared at him with a look of bewilderment on his face. Phil chuckled.

"I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, it's a non governmental organisation that's about protecting people. We think that you'd be suitable for a position in this organisation." While he said this he had a small smile on his face and spoke softly. Protecting people. Grant practically scourged on the man's face. All he ever did was beat up his little brother. No Grant Ward could not protect people. The memories caused anger to rise inside of him.

"Where the hell did you get your information!? Cause it's a really crappy source if you think I can protected people." Most people would have flinched at his hostile tone and shown fear. Phil Coulson didn't even blink.

"Our sources are definitely reliable. In fact we know what your brother made you do." His voice was calm and indifferent from when he introduced himself. This definitely peaked Grant Ward's curiosity, but his anger was still flaring up inside him.

"The you fully well know that I am no protector. I hurt people for no reason all I ever do is destroy people!" He was shouting now and rise from his chair slightly. The guards were on alert, but Phil just waved them off.

"Calm down Grant. Just give me a chance to explain, please?" No one ever called him Grant other than three people - Gramsy, his little sister and little brother. It was always Ward or a more crude and vile name. Not only that but he asked him. No one ever asked him what he wanted. The only questions he was ever asked was if he knew what a worthless piece of shit he was, and the pleas from his brother. The one he couldn't pass the rope to. He slowly sat down and let out a long deep breath and nodded at the man. "Thank you. Grant you're only human and people make mistakes. Making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person. It's how you react to those situations that define you. Bad people don't feel remorse or guilt. They create pandemonium and don't care about the consequences. Good people do feel remorse and are capable of doing great things. People do whatever it takes to survive it's human nature, but what makes you a good man Grant is that you feel. You feel regret and are filled with guilt otherwise you wouldn't have tried to burn that house down. That is what makes you a good man and that is what makes you a suitable candidate for my organisation." His eyes never left his while he spoke with a determined look. This shocked Ward. He was overwhelmed but even after the speech he was still certain he wasn't what Mr. Coulson was looking for.

"You don't even know me. How do you know I regret anything I did?""A guilty man always has that far away distant look in their eyes and you Grant have one of the most distant eyes I have ever seen." One of the guards stated that visiting time was over and to say their goodbyes. "Grant this is a one time opportunity you can come with me and train to protect others and become not just a good man, but a great man. It's your decision, but if you want my advice I would take it as you're never going to get another opportunity like this again. You can redeem yourself. Don't let the past define you." He paused for a moment before speaking again, "a great man once told me a man can accomplish anything when he realises he's a part of something bigger. Are you ready to be apart of something bigger? I'd hurry up with your answer though because the guards look a bit apprehensive" He chuckled. Grant wondered how a man can chuckle after having such a serious deep conversation. He began to turn away.

"Wait!" Coulson turned around. "I'll come with you." Coulson smiled a real genuine smile that somehow have Grant hope. He hoped Coulson was right. He needed to redeem himself for his own sake and his brother's.

"Well let's go then." He began to walk away again.

"What now?!"

"No rest for the wicked. And we need to change the world and I don't think we can do that from here." He was always smiling, which unnerved Ward a bit. Nevertheless he got up anyway.

"So we're just going to walk out of here?" Ward asked in utter disbelief.

"Yes I've already cleared it." This led to shock.

"Seriously?"

"Yes your belongings have been packed and are waiting in the car." For years of his life Ward had gone through a routine and he'd even got settled in one here. Now that was changing in the blink of an eye. He didn't know how to react and was just left confused. All he could think about was one thing. "Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistic Division is a really long name."

"Yeah Tony Stark said the same. We're working on it."

AN: please review. I would like to know whether I should continue this or not.