Third Person's POV

A knock at the front door sounded and it echoed down the long hallway before the noise spread about the large home.

Subconsciously, her foot twitched and her breathing hitched as she slowly resumed consciousness upon hearing the noise. Her eyes slowly opened and she only stared up sleepily at the ceiling above her.

A second knock sounded against the hard wood of the front door.

Slowly sitting up, she tumbled from her most recent bed known as her cushy leather couch. The TV was still on, quietly playing in the background seeing as how she hadn't gotten a chance to turn it off before falling into a dreamless sleep.

As she looked to the nearly white light streaming in through the sliding glass door to her left, she frowned and raised her hand up, not being used to waking up so early.

With a groan, she moved about her living room, finding the remote to the TV which rested beside her old pair of glasses that were easily brushed aside as she clicked the television off.

A third knock sounded.

"Alright, I'm coming!" She shouted towards the door as she flicked her loose bangs out of her face in exasperation.

With a small grumble, she began to shuffle down the hallway, her socks on her feet to keep her toes warm though they was a hazard, seeing as how the wooden flooring was slippery and she was not yet fully awake.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over to find the hallway mirror that had always been there and she had only caught sight of her own reflection.

Her hands almost couldn't be seen, her fingertips the only visible part due to the fact that the large gray sweatshirt she was wearing was hugely over sized. On her legs, she wore a pair of equally large and baggy basketball shorts.

Her hair was thrown up into a sloppy bun, seeing as how it hadn't been a real priority when she had been invited to join a group of boys playing Call of Duty until three in the morning, easily explaining the fact as to why she still had her headset dangled around her neck.

Needless to say, she hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

Quietly cursing under her breath at whoever was waking her up so early, she reached for the door after glancing at the clock on the wall.

It was 11.

As her hand came into contact with the cool knob, a bit of electrical static shot forth from her fingers and coursed through the metal.

She could only frown before she rolled her eyes, knowing that things were always more difficult to handle when she was so temperamental.

She turned the knob and pulled the door open. "If you're here to sell Girl Scout cookies, I'm only interested if you're selling thin mints..." She said as she rubbed the heel of her hand into her eye socket, her irises having problems adjusting to the bright morning sun.

More like afternoon. But whatever, she could really use some sunglasses at that moment.

"We aren't here to sell thin mints, miss." She stopped rubbing her eyes so that she could focus on the slightly blurred figures before her.

"Oh, okay." She leaned up against the frame of her door, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then, can I help you with something?"

The man in the suit standing before her opened his mouth to speak but looking her up and down and seeing the attire she was wearing, he opened the file that he had been carrying at his side.

His eyes darted back and forth between the girl and the picture in his file before he shut it with a sigh, hoping he had found the right person.

"Samantha Greene?" He asked and watched as she stilled.

Her eyes opened completely as she took in his face. And then she remembered him and who he was. And his easily recognizable face.

"Did you say Samantha Greene?" She asked and the man standing on her front step seemed hopeful for a moment. She simply acted as though she was thinking for a long moment. "I think you have the wrong house. Lives down the street. Red house with a white fence."

She stepped back to shut the door in his face.

"Miss Greene, it's no use running." She paused in her attempt to shut the door as she listened to his words. Her hand still rested on the golden knob and she shut her eyes, knowing that this day would have come sooner or later.

"What do you want?" She snapped, her temper flaring suddenly as she pulled the door back open.

"I just want you to listen..." He said as he straightened his tie before gripping the files in his hand more tightly. "I'm Agent Coulson."

Hey guys.

It's been awhile since I've done anything. In reality though, I have been doing plenty.

I have taken the time to completely rewrite Thunderstruck. It has taken me nearly two months but I have just now finished.

That's why I haven't posted anything new for the third installment of my Sam story.

I wanted this story to be good so that people would actually want to read the other ones. Plus, my writing was absolutely dreadful.

So anyway, I've added more into this story. It's almost 40,000 words longer than the original Thunderstruck.

More romance. More background on Sam. More everything.

Go ahead and enjoy and please sit tight. I edited this for you guys. I'm still going through the process of adding the new updates so if some chapters don't match up with other's, just wait.

Enjoy and I promise that I'm going to get the third installment in soon.

However, I may take a small break from writing Avengers fics. Seeing as how I've spent so long on Thunderstruck, I need a tiny vacation.

So, I may work on my Hobbit fic for a bit, seeing as how the new movie just came out and I've been chomping at the bit to start writing.

Anyway, thanks again guys and I hope you like the new version.

Love,

Blue