1. Based off prompt by PansycakeInTheTardis- "Bobbi and Hunter have a child and train him/her. He/She eventually joins shield without them knowing and gets put on Coulson's team."

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Alice Morse-Hunter was ready for this. She had been training practically since she was in the womb. Well, her mother had been training. Alice herself had not started fighting technique until a couple months after she could walk. World languages had started even before that.

From there it was martial arts at age four, hand to hand combat at seven. Alice had shot her first handgun when she was six, hitting the target right in the center on her ninth attempt.

She had attended regular school in some places, home school in others- either way she excelled in all subjects. For a while, she considered being a scientist instead of a field agent.

Alice's upbringing was not only differing from the norm in the content she was taught, but the locations as well. Wherever SHIELD sent her mother, Alice and (usually) Hunter followed. Some of the placements stood out in her mind. Paris, Budapest, Washington DC. Others, Alice only vaguely remembered. Alaska for a week and a half, some small town in Ohio for less. There had been a couple of days in Florida when she was five, but all she remembered was her Uncle Mack taking her out the side door of Peter Pan while her mother hit 'bad guys' with her batons.

The week after that, in London, Alice had picked up her first pair of the death sticks.

They felt amazingly right in her hands. Just the right balance and weight, powerful but not overdoing it. As soon as she lifted them in her hands, Alice knew she was going to be just like her mother one day.

She had told Morse that later, expecting her to be proud or happy. Instead, Bobbi is filled with a sudden flare of white-hot anger. "No. You're not going to be an agent."

Hunter and Mack look up from the engine they are looking at. "Bobbi..." Lance starts worriedly.

Alice is at a complete loss. "Why not?"

"Because I want you to be safe!"

With that, the conversation is over.

In her head, however, Alice vows that she will be a field agent someday, with or without her parent's approval.

And now she was. At the age of nineteen and fresh out of the Academy, Alice was one of the most over-qualified agents SHIELD had ever trained, not to mention one of the youngest. Yet the only people within the agency who knew who she really was were Fury, Coulson and May.

Like her mother, Alice's choice weapon were batons. She had a degree in biology, and was thinking about getting her Ph. D sometime in the future.

Unlike her mother, she had never had a job in the field before. Alice looked different as well, though only because of the colored contacts she wore to turn her blue eyes brown and the copious amounts of dye that changed her blonde hair almost black. Makeup took care of the rest, though it could do nothing to change the fact that she was 5'10 and was fluent in nineteen languages- twenty if you counted witty snark.

Also diverging from her mother was the fact that the Mockingbird had never worked with three people on this new team.

Coulson's team.

Alice wonders about her future as she walks up the ramp. FitzSimmons start arguing about the 'Night-Night Gun' (and why they were never going to call it that). Agent Grant Ward is in front of her, wearing the traditional- and slightly sexist- SHIELD suit.

Ward lets go of his duffle bag, letting it drop to the floor with a thump. The Agent does not seem very happy to be there. "FitzSimmons." The distain is almost tangible.

The female points to her partner. "Fitz-"

"-Simmons," the man points back at her. "I'm engineering, she's biochem. Agent… Ward?"

There is no answer, just an order. Probably about his COM receiver. Coulson had told her to get it encoded right away.

FitzSimmons turn on her next. "Agent Jones?" Alice nods. She had taken a different last name to keep her parents off of her trail. Fitz takes their receivers and smashes them quickly, extracting two chips from the wreckage.

Based on Ward's reaction, he did not know they did not need the external receiver anymore. Really, Alice is kind of happy because the look on his face when Simmons embeds the sensor in his mouth is priceless.

"It's quite posh," Simmons adds after placing the sensor in both of their mouths. "So, are you two exited to be coming on our journey into mystery?"

"Like Christmas," Ward responds dryly.

"It's going to be fun," Alice says. And she actually thought it. This was the nicest BUS she had ever seen and the group- excluding Ward- seemed okay. Simmons was definitely happy, and she guessed Fitz would be once he stopped sulking.

Before Ward can make another comment, a bright red car pulled up. It was in amazing condition, especially for that old a model. Fitz says something about collectibles, but Alice is much more concerned with watching this play out.

Having grown up in SHIELD, she knew exactly how crazy Coulson was about his car. And he does not disappoint. "Don't touch Lola," he snaps at the first person who walks within a ten foot radius of the red vehicle.

Then, when they are climbing the stairs, he still feels the need to defend her. "Lola's not just a collectible, you know. People tend to confuse the words new and improved."

Alice is brought back to five minutes earlier, when Ward was acting like an ass because Fitz smashed his new COM receiver. Karma always gets her.

While she was thinking, the men continue talking. Alice tunes back in just as Coulson says "That was a joke."

May comes in from the cockpit. "If you plan to unpack, make it quick. Wheels up in five. We may have a hit on one of the Rising Tide's routing points."

"Good," Coulson responds. "We need to do some catching up."

Alice looks surreptitiously at Ward, wondering if he picked up on who May was.

"Is that… who I think it is?' he asks, kind of dazed, which Alice understands. She felt the same way after meeting the Cavalry for the first time.

"She's just the pilot," Coulson responds offhandedly, throwing Alice a quick glance. It takes her a moment to remember that he knew that she knew who May was.

In that moment, Ward continues his intellectual attack. "Melinda May is just the pilot. Come on, sir. What game are you really playing?"

"Best if both of you stow your gear," Coulson ignores him and leaves.

Next chapter should be up in a couple minutes.

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