A/N: Well, here we are! Book five of the series. This one will encompass Civil War, and will be the last one of these for a while now :( But, I'll no doubt start another once the next relevant Marvel movie comes out. For those of you joining me for the first time, I would highly recommend you go back and read the rest of the series, otherwise this won't make a lot of sense. As for everyone else, I'm going to warn you that a lot of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. characters will appear in this, and while I'll try to avoid putting in any huge spoilers, there may be one or two smaller ones in there, so you have been warned. For now though, let's get this show on the road.

I would like to thank blushingpixie and AngelLove1728 for following/favouriting WTPCC since I posted the epilogue.

I'll also respond to Love. Fiction. 2016's review here as well with a simple, but heart-felt thanks! :)

1 - Life Is A Bitch

The first rule of going on the run: don't run, walk. The second rule is that if you can disguise yourself, do. Rule three is almost the same; if you can rewrite your personal story, do, and with as much detail as you can. My personal tactic for that is to mix in a little bit of the truth. A lie is harder to forget if the truth is woven into it.

While not an official rule, I like to add a fourth one to the list - give yourself an alibi. Within the new life you create for yourself, find a story that is believable and can be (at the very least) acted out. An easy way to do this is simply to find yourself a job, learn about it, and appear enthusiastic about it. The people who work alongside you will become your alibi eventually.

I knew what I'd chosen to do was a dangerous idea, but when you were as pressed for time as I was, coming up with a new alias was almost impossible. So I picked up an old one - Coralie Bachelot. I changed her background a little, making her a mythology (specifically Norse mythology) major from Culver University. Most of the rest stayed the same though - she was still French, she still had long, red hair.

For my alibi, I was searching for a job in a library (or something similar), as a lot of places like that hired specialists. I'd taken to hiding out in Virginia (the location of the aforementioned university), and had found a student flat to rent where Felix could happily stay during the day without getting us kicked out by the landlady.

My attention was drawn from my admittedly interesting book about the Valkyrie race when I heard the sound of a two people - both women, it seemed - arguing.

"I told you, it's just around the corner!"

"Which corner? 'Cause I'm pretty sure we've been around at least a dozen corners since you said that and we're still no closer to finding the right place."

"Hey, don't yell at me - I was in the other side of the state when I studied. I don't know this site."

"Yeah, well, I've got ten minutes before I'm supposed to be giving a lecture on modified Newtonian dynamics and I refuse to be made late by your non-existent sense of direction."

"Someone around here might know where to go," the first voice said. "Hey, what about that girl there!"

It took a second for me to realise they were talking about me, and upon realising that their footsteps were getting closer, I lifted my head and finally looked at the women I'd been eavesdropping on. My time with Thor alone would tell me immediately who these women were, but my additional knowledge just cemented the fact in my head. Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster were making their way towards me, the latter looking somewhat distressed while Darcy looked as relaxed as anything.

"Hi," Jane said, "sorry to bother you but Darcy here has no idea where she's going. Do you happen to know where the physics section of this campus is?"

I smiled. "Of course," I replied, making sure to add a bit of an accent to my voice. "Though you're going the wrong way." I pointed ahead of me, at the large white building almost directly behind the women. "It's that building, on floor three. Who are you lecturing for?"

"Um..." Jane dug around in her bag for a moment, before pulling out a piece of paper. "Professor..." She blinked. "Bah... Bajrak..."

"Bajraktarević?" I finished with a smile. I knew who he was. I knew who most of the professors were - one had to be thorough with research when creating a new life for themselves. Overly so sometimes. "He's should be in lecture hall four on the ground floor. That's where he usually goes when he has other scientists coming in to do talks. Otherwise it'll be room P345. Still, if in doubt you can always ask the woman at reception - she's a nice lady, and never fails to get you where you need to go."

Jane sagged with relief. "Thank you for your help. I really should hurry though." She turned to Darcy. "Don't do anything stupid for the next two hours." Then she grasped hold of the strap on her bag and jogged towards the building.

Darcy turned back to me and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Darcy."

I smiled and shook her hand in return. "Coralie," I answered. I pointed at Jane's back. "Do you do physics like her?"

Darcy laughed and shook her head, sitting next to me on the bench I'd picked out. "No, I was a political science major."

I chuckled. "So West Virginia," I guessed.

Darcy grinned and nodded. "Yeah. I only ever came here once, to go to the most boring lecture in the universe." She looked at me, then the book in my hand. "So what're you studying?" She peered closer at the book. "Ooh, Norse mythology! I know a fair amount about that."

I plastered a look of surprise on my face. "You do? But I thought you said you did political science...?"

Darcy grinned. "Yeah, but Jane - the woman I was with is Jane Foster by the way - is currently dating Thor. As in the Thor; you know, the blonde Avenger with the hammer."

My eyes widened, and I had to physically bite my lip in order to hold back my laughter at the smug expression on Darcy's face. Doing that would probably ruin the 'nerdy mythology major' look I was going for. "That's Jane Foster?" I asked, pointing at the building again, even though Jane had long since disappeared inside.

Darcy nodded. "Mhmm," she hummed. "You heard about her?"

I scoffed. "Of course!" I shook my head. "She's trying to figure out the science behind the Bifrost. I find that keeping up with her research helps me with mine, too."

Darcy nodded idly, before looking around. "Hey, you up to anything for a while?"

I shook my head. "No, why?"

"Well, as Jane said, I've got two hours to kill, and you seem pretty cool. Wanna hang out for a couple hours?"

I hesitated, wondering whether going out with a known associate of Thor was a good idea when the whole world was looking for me and Bucky, but then figured it couldn't do all that much harm. I was a different woman, and to decline might end up drawing more attention to me. So I closed my book and smiled. "Sure," I said in the most cheerful voice I could muster. "Why the hell not?"

I had a feeling agreeing to this outing was a bad idea. Nothing wrong happened, per say, but if I hadn't agreed to it I would have remained blissfully ignorant to what was going on halfway across the world.

The place we'd chosen to stay was a little café, which had an old TV above the counter in the classic kind of way. Having ordered drinks (she ordered a black coffee, while I ordered a cappuccino because, really, why wouldn't I treat myself?), we ended up sat in a booth almost directly opposite the TV. So when I glanced up and saw news of a series of ash eruptions from Mount Raung in Indonesia, my first thought was one of panic.

For the first time in days, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and speed-dialled a number I knew by heart anyway, ignoring Darcy's look as I quietly apologised and then stood up, heading outside so I wouldn't have to keep up the accent.

"Hello?"

"Kaia? Are you alright?"

"Daphne?! Jesus, woman, what the hell do you think you're doing phoning me?! Do you have any idea how many people are looking for you right now?! What if you're phone's been chipped?! They might know where you are, you stupid woman!"

I let relief settle into my gut as I listened to her rant. She wouldn't do that if anything is wrong. "I had to make sure you were alright," I told her calmly.

There was a brief pause. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"There are eruptions going on in Indonesia," I explained. "Since you never told me exactly where you decided to run off to after leaving Australia, I just wanted to make sure they're not happening too close to you."

Kaia laughed. "Aww, one of the world's most badass assassins is worried about me. I'm touched!"

"Kaia..."

Her voice was significantly more serious when she spoke again. "Sorry. I'm fine. It actually all happened a month ago and has mostly calmed down now anyway. Besides, I'm two islands away from that. I'm in Kuta, which in on Lombok. There's no hint of anything coming this way."

I let out a breath of relief. "That's good to hear. Decided what the plan is yet?"

"Yeah, actually. Mason and I both gonna head over there to help the Avengers prove yours and Bucky's innocence after the whole affair in Vancouver. He's got some friends who might be able to dig up some juicy evidence to help you guys."

I raised my eyebrows. "He's called Mason?"

"Yeah, didn't I tell you that before?"

"Nope," I said with a grin. "Maybe I'll get to meet him soon, as long as this doesn't blow up in our faces."

"I'm sure we'll be fine. Where are you now?"

"Not sure I should tell you that. Besides, I'll be leaving soon anyway."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're right - I've compromised my position just by calling you." I glanced around me. "For all I know, there are already three teams of people on my tail. I have to be quick."

Kaia sighed on the other end. "Alright, Daph. I'll let you get back to running. Just be careful, yeah?"

I found myself nodding, before remembering she couldn't see me and responding verbally as well. "I promise," I said. "Glad to hear you're okay. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye." We hung up at the same time, and after looking around me again, I walked back towards the café, crushing my phone in my hand and then dumping it in the closest bin while I walked past it. At least, if someone were to trace it, it would give me a few hours head start. I met Darcy again and plastered my best impression of an expression of worry and guilt on my face. "Darcy," I said, and she looked up from her phone.

"Hey, you okay?"

I shook my head. "Um, no, my sister is in Indonesia at the moment. My whole family are worried out of their minds, so my mum's asked me to head over to my parents' house, just in case. So, I... I have to go. Sorry."

Darcy nodded, a solemn expression on her face. "It's alright," she assured me. "I don't really understand, but I also kinda do." I raised an eyebrow. She grinned meekly and shook her head. "Go. I'll survive on my own. And I'm sure your sister will be fine."

I nodded. "Yeah. Hopefully." I smiled at her, before rushing out of the café again, mentally preparing myself for my next bout of travelling. I decided it was probably worth going further afield, which meant I'd have to brave an airport.

What could possibly go wrong?

As if responding to that thought, the sound of jet engines sounded above my head, and I, along with everyone else on the street, looked up to watch as the familiar body of a quinjet came to a halt above the street, before slowly descending and landing on the road. Within seconds there were men and women leaving the plane, holding devices in their hands. I became one of a number who were stood motionless, staring as the Agents (probably of the new S.H.I.E.L.D.) started looking around at everyone, trying to find something or someone. I had a feeling I knew who it was they were searching for.

My breath caught in my throat when someone I never thought I'd get the chance to see in person stepped off the ramp of the plane. He wore a blue suit with a white shirt and a striped blue and grey tie, and had that neat haircut I'd recognise anywhere.

I was a little bit lost on what was going on in his timeline, because I didn't manage to get past the first series of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. before being zapped into this universe, so it was a genuine shock to see Phil Coulson emerge from the jet alone.

"Sir!" one of the Agents called, and my eyes drifted to where a male Agent was pulling the mangled remains of my phone from the bin. Damn, these people worked fast.

"Is it hers?" Coulson asked, approaching the Agent.

"Yes, sir. Or at least, it's the phone that the call came from."

"She can't have gotten far since she dropped the phone," Coulson said, looking around. Every instinct in me was telling me to avert my eyes so he wouldn't notice me, but I held firm, plastering a look of curiosity on my features and continuing to watch the two. In this environment, with so many people staring, it would be more noticeable if I wasn't looking, rather than if I was.

I let out a small breath of relief when his eyes skipped over me just as quickly as they did everyone else. When no one was looking I quietly slipped away, using every aspect of my training to remain calm and subtle, but not invisible. A woman who simply disappears is likely to draw attention.

As soon as I was around the corner I picked up my pace, heading towards the flat I'd taken temporary residence in. I locked the door behind me the moment I stepped foot inside the flat, giving Felix barely more than five seconds of attention before moving towards my bedroom. I ducked under the bed and pulled out my duffel bag of small things, before scrambling around the room picking up anything I'd need or want with me.

I paused just as I was zipping up the bag, startled to hear a sharp series of knocks on the door. I waited for a moment, waiting for a second set of knocks just to make sure the person had the right flat number. When they came, I knew that I had two viable choices. First, I could try to escape out the window, which might work, but if there were people out there waiting for me then I'd get caught instantly, and nothing was more suspicious than someone trying to sneak out. Of course my other option was to answer the door and risk being captured. Then again, it could just be Mrs Tilbury delivering her twice-weekly batch of homemade cookies.

Sighing, I shoved the bag back under my bed and then moved to answer the door, Felix trotting protectively alongside me. I let out a deep breath before pulling back the lock and swinging the door open.

The man that stood there was relatively broad-shouldered and tall, but not overly so. He wore a black 3 piece suit with his left hand shoved in his pocket. Which meant he was probably right handed, as that was the hand he'd used to knock on my door, and was the one free to reach for a weapon should he have one to hand.

"Can I help you?" I asked, putting special care into making my French accent sound as genuine as I could.

He gave me a terse smile. "My name is Agent Alan Jackson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"You know, you really should just keep it shortened to S.H.I.E.L.D.," I said lightly. "Almost everyone knows what S.H.I.E.L.D. is right now, so there's not much point literally spelling it out." I smiled pleasantly, only to huff when Felix nudged his head between my leg and the doorframe. I gently pushed him back with my foot, before turning back to the man. "So what can I do for you, Agent Alan Jackson?"

"You were seen not far from here when we landed."

I nodded, deciding denying it would probably get me into more trouble than admitting to that. "Yes, I'd just left a café on that street when the jet arrived."

"Might I ask your name, ma'am?"

"Coralie Bachelot," I replied certainly, before adding, "I'm from France, if you didn't already guess that."

He nodded slowly, before holding out a picture of me. Well, me as I used to be. "Do you recognise this woman, Miss Bachelot?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes, she's that Hydra assassin, right? Silver... something. Her face is all over the news, along with the other guy's."

"Have you ever seen her before in person?"

"Gosh, no," I scoffed, shaking my head. "If a woman with that many years of experience is in hiding, I doubt any ordinary person would be able to see her."

Agent Jackson stared at me for a while, before tilting his head to the side. "Miss Bachelot, I'm going to request that you come with me."

I blinked. "Am I being arrested?"

"No, ma'am. I just think my superior will want to meet you himself."

Letting out a sigh that was completely genuine, I reluctantly nodded my head again. "Fine. But I want to take my dog with me."

Agent Jackson eyed Felix with a slightly miffed expression, before grunting. "As you wish. Now let's go. If all goes to plan, you'll be back home by this time tomorrow."

"And if it doesn't go to plan?" I couldn't help but ask.

I received no answer.