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Prologue

Her older brother, Warren came bustling into her home. "Why didn't you help them? You could have saved Coulson's life he was a good man he was supposedly under you're protect….."

He did a double take at the man standing in front of him. "What the hell…. Is that really him?" He blinked and looked at his younger sister, she was dressed in white as usual, a pure white dress covering everything, hands, neck she even had a hood that currently wasn't covering her shock of sunrise red hair.

She turns to face him. "This is the only man who has ever died under my protection. He lives now not knowing how he lives, he knew he was dying. He can't hear us; he has received the healing from me. Now take him and let me heal my own wounds."

She was walking out the backdoor towards her herb garden and small woods, when he grabbed her left arm to turn her around. She hissed at the pain from healing Agent Coulson, and the other wounds she had sustained. That's when he saw the dark blood stains on the concrete and the small holes riddling the pavement, from the blood. "Why so much blood?"

She turned her back to him. "I did go to fight, I protected the ones I could, and I was wounded by the Chitauri protecting Captain America. He had eight of them gunning for him and killed three of them; I stepped in front of the blast from another. The blast killed that one. I could take the blast, and I did but….he was too close for me to deflect and absorb all the energy completely."

Warren moved to stand in front of her, "Which side?" he said. He started pulling at the sides of her dress when she didn't respond to his statement. The dress started flowing around his hands entangling them, as he tried to see her sides. She hissed yet again, as the dress kept his hands away from the wound.

That was when Agent Coulson woke up. Her concentration had been broken by her overbearing brother. Coulson went for his weapon; fortunately the gun had been unloaded as he was brought into the house. "You're alright Agent Coulson, your gun has been unloaded I don't allow any weapons in my home except my own. You have recovered from your wounds."

Coulson looked around the room; it had plants, live trees growing through the roof of this house. "Ma'am, Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you? And does Director Fury know where we are? And what are you doing here Agent McMasterson?"

He stepped forward to see what was going on, that is when he lost his balance. As he did this her dress was no longer pure white. It changed right before his eyes, starting to darken at the hems of her sleeves and bottom of the dress and seeming to climb the dress like a fog bank rolling in. Darkening as it climbed the dress, but turning light gray until it reached the neck where it remained white.

"Take him with you as you leave, don't forget." As Warren dragged Coulson out he said under his breathe, "As if I could forget that cursed bargain, Coulson you owe me big time. That woman just saved your life and you cannot tell a soul or you're dead and in her services till she dies. She would probably out live your great-grand times 80 if not more. At least according to legend she could live over two thousand years, and never look over 40." Warren told Coulson that he was considered dead and that most of SHEILD had mourned his death, Barton had taken it harder than most. McMasterson told him that he has been dead about 45 days

Warren knew that Coulson would tell Fury but how long Gabriella had was anyone's guess. Fury would probably try to keep her under wraps. Little did anyone know that to try to keep her trapped like a rat was the last thing anyone could do. Anyone thinking about trying to gain that power she had and keep it for themselves…that would be a danger to everyone on the planet. Hell he didn't know which would be worse Gabriella or Algernon killing the world for her.

As they left, she collapsed outside allowing the garden and wooded land to heal her as much as possible, in one night; she was to leave for a meeting of the minds down in Orlando, Florida. She was going to meet with the new Russian Ambassador and his contingent, she hoped he was a man she could trust not to break the pact between his country and her. She was also to meet the Chinese Ambassador, as well as one or two North Korean Scientists who wanted to meet with the Chinese Ambassador and arrange a meeting with his scientists. The Chinese Ambassador just wanted to see that she was well. He was family, distant, but still family. He knew the legend surrounding her fate and that of the world.

She sleeps as her body is healing. The next morning her children were waiting to eat as she came in from the garden she had picked the lavender, Stargazer lilies, dill, tomatoes, and bell peppers. The eggs and meats were Jason and Tamara's chore this week, Chris and Bobbie's was setting out plates and glasses with tea or milk and making toast. She smiled at them, handing over the produce to Kaillie to cut up for the food. She took the lavender and lilies to the front hall.

They were thinking of moving back to Oregon shortly. Where she didn't have to worry about the Sheriff being parked outside her home, or his men knocking on the door just to see what was going on inside the house. It had gotten worse lately with so many people coming and going. Her brothers Warren and Frank both working for the federal government weren't able to talk about her except to admit that she was alive.

They came to check on her and the kids. Then there was Greg, he was a truck driver so if he is out near them he stops by, and eats them out of hearth and home. Her brother Edmund, was the only doctor she willingly saw in the U.S. Clara her sister, lived with her and the kids, Clara was a nurse until she had to give it up, she took up writing for a lark at the time. Her writing had become popular and she had developed a growing fan base. She had stayed at home to raise her two sons. One was a Marine and the other a demolitions expert. Her sister was the one with the heart of gold; she gave till she was spent.

Clara stopped midway to the kitchen, "What the hell…Oops…You kids didn't hear that!" She yelled as a chorus of giggles came from the kitchen, she came walking towards Gabriella with concern for her sister written on her face. "Are you going to be alright, with that meeting? And you're taking Yodie, Irena, Taz, Zef, and Warg? That's a lot to take on a trip."

Gabriella walked to meet her sister and best friend and said, "It's been awhile since you have been worried about me. I know you care about me. Or are you concerned about the kids being in the way or the animals being too protective while the children have fun."

Instead of actually answering her questions Clara said harshly, "You held that man in stasis for too long, it drained you,"

"It was the only way for him to heal while I healed myself from the blast." Gabriella explained easily before adding, "I had to cloak myself and brandish a spine to slash through the alien's body armor."

Clara cleared her throat, "I thought that you might care for him."

Gabriella laughed softly at her sisters comment. Ignoring it she walked to the front of the house to replace the flowers in the front foyer.