Nick Fury sat in his office in the renovated SHIELD headquarters, slaving over towers of paperwork. The Avengers (minus Thor) were all currently living in the Stark Tower together and the only two active members were Clint and Natasha. While they were away the rest of the team really just lounged about. Steve kept himself occupied by pounding his way through several punching bags per day in the gym, Bruce stayed in one of Tony's many labs and kept himself distracted with science-y things and Tony continued with his extravagant life under the watchful eye of Virginia Pepper Potts, joining Bruce every other night to make mischief and mess around.

So far, they'd all managed to keep themselves out of trouble meaning Sargent Nick Fury was a very happy man. Of course, he was slightly annoyed by the seemingly endless amount of paperwork that needed to be done, but it was much better than chasing after highly dangerous, grown men who had the mental capacity of three year olds.

Now, of course, all good things come to an end and this was strongly reinforced to the director as his phone rang.
"Fury." He picked up dully.
"Director, Subject Albino is waking up." Was the panicked reply.
That was all he needed to hear before rushing down to the bottom floor of the facility. The scene he was met with was, for a lack of better words, complete and utter, panic-ridden chaos. Alarms were going off, white coats were running left and right, trying to keep the subject in an unconscious state and everyone was, for a lack of better words, scared shitless. Nick couldn't blame them, this was Albino they were dealing with after all.

Albino was the name given to the girl Dr. Erskine brought with him when he defected seventy years ago. She had to be smuggled out of Nazi territory in a time lock chamber. It was a clever design. Two tanks of gas were attached to the chamber with a timer that controlled how long it would freeze the person inside for. Unfortunately, there had been a complication and the timer had been damaged during an interception by Nazi powers. It was ruined to a point where it could not be opened anymore, and the only way they could retrieve the girl was if they waited for the first tank to run out of gas. Simply cracking it open was not an option as the girl would freeze to death as she 'defrosted', so the only method was to wait for the chamber to run out of gas. That would trigger the secondary tank to release a chemical that would keep the girl alive as she 'defrosted'.

The doctor would always speak of her fondly. They were good friends, he explained. He spoke proudly of her strength but also of her heart. "She had the power to bring down a small army with her own hands, but never the heart to do so." He once said. Obviously, such strength was a call for concern when it came to SHIELD. Nick was busying himself, stationing people here and there, giving them orders to have weapons at the ready, but to not come off as on the offensive when she came out.

Not long after, a small cough was heard and deep breathing could be heard from the other side of the sealed metal container. An antagonizing silence settled over the room as scientists hushed down from their previous frantic running around and agents readied their weapons as the chamber began to hiss, transparent fumes escaping from the lower corners of the capsule where it had been damaged the most.

"Uh… hello?" an British accented voice called out. "Dr. Erskine, are you there?"

Nick silently signaled for one of the men to remove the lid. There was some banging and scraping as the battered door was taken off its hinges and the girl inside was finally revealed.

Inside stood a young woman, looking no older than twenty. She was white as a sheet all over and her eyes were a shockingly bright red. The doctor had never explained to anyone why he had named her Albino, and the fact that the case had no clear surfaces didn't let other people see her, but now it all made sense.

She squinted as the bright lights hit her eyes and raised an arm to shield her eyes from the brightness, everyone else taking a step back in caution at the sudden movement. She blinked, finally noticing the room full of people. She looked around and took the two wary steps required to stand outside the container.

"Where is Dr. Erskine?" she asked, her voice was lowered and sounded extremely suspicious, borderline angry.
"Miss, I'm Sargent Nick Fury of the United States of America." Nick spoke up. "You're at-"
"Where is Dr. Erskine." She cut him off and repeated herself, an animalistic growl growing in the back of her throat.
"There was a malfunction with your time lock chamber and you were asleep for longer than it had been planned." He replied, not really answering the question.
The girl eyed him suspiciously. "How long?" she asked.
"It's the year 2012." He replied. "You've been asleep for seventy years."

There was a blank look on the girl's face as she processed the information.
"Seventy… Seventy years…" she repeated, as if the words were foreign to her. "You're lying." She replied, moving for the door. The agents moved to stop her from getting away, but she simply shoved them out of the way.

After hearing Nick order the men to restrain her, she was off like a mad cheetah. She knocked over every man who stood between her and the door and before long, she was sprinting down the hallways dodging people, trolleys and pot plants with the agility of a monkey. All in all, she was like a wild animal. Her heart pounded in her chest and her body, that had been immobile for far too long, begged her to slow down. She would have none of that. She needed to get out and away from these people. Who were they anyway? They said that they were Americans, but how could she be sure? There was no one here that she would trust other than Dr. Erskine, and they refused to let her see him. Maybe they were Germans and they had taken her back? No, she didn't want to go down there; the memories were far too disturbing.

And how did they expect her to believe that she'd been asleep for seventy years? If she'd been asleep that long, that would mean she would be... She did a quick calculation in her head; ninety two years old! There was no way she could be that old without being all wrinkly all over, and she would never be able to possess the energy to run as fast as she was going. Right, running. She redirected her train of thought and picked up the pace.

It took her less than three minutes to find her way outside where she was met with simply miles and miles of open desert. With no where to run, she hesitantly turned around to find the director and his men. She looked to him with a million questions running through her mind, but only none seemed to be able to make its way to her mouth.

About fifteen minutes later, after they had managed to calm her down enough, she was sitting in one of the more secluded and older kitchens of the facility, accompanied by a woman called Maria Hill. She was nice, Miss Hill, the girl thought. She tried to help her adjust a bit, even though the shocking amount of digital and holographic appliances were proving to be a formidable distraction. To draw her attention away from them, the agent asked her about herself; who she was, where she was from, what she used to do for a living.

Her name was Jenwei Huang, born in 1918 in Yumen, China.