A/N: First and for most Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D, and the amazing Supernanny Agent Coulson belong to Marvel and not me. Second this story will be in various points of view not just my characters. I have no Beta, as of yet but if you want the job feel free to ask! That is all, enjoy!

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2013, New York

Prologue: S.H.I.E.L.D. Finds Him a Third Time

Messing with people was fun. Right now down at Wall Street all the busy bodies in crappy suits were most likely freaking out for the fact that even though they were buying one thing, it said they were selling another. Or if they were selling they happened to buy a nonexistence stock. The chaos would be wonderful when the hounds came calling! Here alone in a small corner family owned café with free Wi-Fi I was creating destruction and most likely a war (though of a small caliber).

Granted this wasn't my usual hands on approach but in this new and advanced technological world I had to make do. The door bell chimed and a man with a pristine gray suit and dark sunglasses walked in looking all business. If I was paranoid I would say that the FBI had caught on to what I was doing in and make a run for it. As it was I simply shut down my hacking job and opened my facebook to talk to my twin. We were going under the aliases of Mike and Sarah Sheels this time.

What's up at the library, sis?

Oh you know, books to read, things to dust. Haha ;)

Funny, hang on a sec. Guy wants to talk to me.

The man in the suit was standing in front of me waiting for my attention. I turned towards him angling my laptop screen away from him.

"Can I help you?" I said politely.

"We would like you to come with us Mr. Sheels." His professional smile told me that I had no choice despite the polite phrasing of the request.

"We?" I asked not really paying attention. I shifted in my seat carful to keep my hands in view. I discreetly looked for a way out and my watched my every move.

"My partner is just outside the front and if you are thinking of going through the back there's a car waiting for you there was well." He folded his hands in front of him like he had all the time in the world.

My mind was working a mile a minute. Four main questions were the basic minimum that I had to know: how did they find me, who was this guy, who did he work for, and how do I get away? Then a chilling thought entered my mind… did they know about Selina? If so, that took top priority.

"So am I the only homeless person you're treating to lunch and a drive in a fancy car or are we going to have company?" my smile was innocent my eyes wide and clear. This couldn't last much longer. People were starting to stare.

"You're the only one my boss wants to talk to today." His smile was somewhat kinder now, as if he knew I was thinking of my twin.

At least there's that.

"Alright, I'll go with you. You seem very unwilling to let me walk out of here on my own accord. Just let me shut down my computer and we can go." I turned back to my facebook and typed two words,

RUN AWAY

I hit enter and closed everything down. Pacing up my various pens, pencils, and erasers in to my bag along with my laptop I stood and faced the first man to 'ask' me to come with him in a nice way. I was taller than him and seemed to be an exact opposite to his calm and collected pressed attire. I had old black jeans on that were fraying at he seems and pockets (I really should steal another pair), my shirt was an old washed out dark blue shirt that had once had said Old Navy on it. My scuffed up black tennis shoes were also in tatters as was my hoodie. The only thing that was in excellent condition was my bag.

"Where to James Bond?" I said in a bright voice that carried. I shook my ebony hair out of my eyes. The guy didn't seem fazed, hmm.

"My name is Coulson." We walked out of the nondescript coffee house on to a back road in Manhattan and headed towards a black SUV. Another man was waiting for us and nodded once he saw us slipping into the driver's seat. "Agent Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D. We've been looking for you and your sister for a long time, Sy Denge.

Damn. I should have tried the back door.