The irked, tender woman stood in the small apartment all the while still trying to think of the reason that defended her presence for being there.

In reality, there were none to the average mind but this was her only chance.

Her only chance at peace.

She skimmed her gloved fingers lightly against the edges of the counters, attempting to calm her already heightened nerves while trying to focus on it's detail. Her mind was racing with endless possibilities as to how the scenario would pan out. Would violence ensue or would there be a level of understanding? Would the occupier of the small home flee or stand their ground?

Of course, she knew of the man but her sources were mainly media reports and over the years she acquired the understanding to not believe everything you're told by said sources.

Which meant, she couldn't decide.

She'd never felt so unprepared in all her life.

She was scared.

Indefinitely.

Depending on this meeting, it could change her existence forever. She could, maybe, finally understand and discover things that had haunted her dreams, hopefully putting some of that pain to rest.

She needed reassurance and seemingly, this was one way to obtain it.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the low thud that was murmuring in her chest, breathing deeply to find her nirvana yet it was far more difficult than she had anticipated.

She listened carefully to the world around her. The rain lightly tapping against the window, the only light filling the room being that of the single, flickering streetlamp. The sound of distant sirens, conversations and the ambiance itself...

The apartment was drab, lonely even and seemed as though it had barely been lived in. It was littered with papers and documents of some kind but she dared not look. Although to some extent it would have been expected from her at one point in her life, she feared it not her place, which juxtaposed the initial break in that she had maneuvered.

However she needed to meet with him on her terms.

She couldn't risk being found by them.

It was fairly quiet, given the area of which she was situated but it contrasted the battle in her mind...the constant battle that she had to face every single second of her life.

She was exhausted.

"You would have liked him...he's a much better man than I'll ever be." The voice continued in her mind, the only thing in her life that brought a somewhat fondness to her memories.

"He would've like you too but it's just me and you from now on..."

It was then that the sound of keys rattling against the lock caused her to stir and pull herself away from her mind once more and hide herself further away into the shadows. Her back pressed tightly against the wall and her breath near non existent, the man entered his own home without so much a second thought that there may have been an intruder, only five feet away from him.

He was, as expected, large and intimidating upon first glance but he had this aura of serenity about him. He was troubled yet he had enough grip on reality to get by. She herself wandered too far from reality sometimes to ever come back.

It frightened her when she couldn't find a way.

She watched him carefully as he sighed and threw down a large case of what seemed to be files up and onto the table. She studied his mood...he was certainly distressed of something, helpless perhaps yet still in control.

This wasn't the same man that had been described to her once before. That was a lifetime ago.

This man seemed to be a stranger in her imagination.

Her weight shifted, only slightly, however it still caused the floor to groan, the mans hands flexed beside him as his body straightened.

This time, she held her breath, debating whether or not to make her presence known yet...

It was all about timing in these circumstances and she didn't want to startle him, make it look as though she were a threat.

He turned slowly, his eyes following the stream of light which had ended just before her shoes. He squinted only for a moment as he took a cautious step forward, his shoes deafening against the floor boards.

"Who are you?" He asked softly yet there were hints of a threat as he placed his feet firmly on the ground, almost as though he were about to lunge at her.

"Mr Rogers?" She replied, her voice scratchy and disused. For how long she'd existed for, she hadn't needed to make much conversation.

"Yes..." He answered cautiously, not overly enthusiastic to know who this woman was. He took another step forward towards her, just as she decided to take her first. He caught glimpse of her face then and almost retreated. Like he, she didn't seem to be a threat – if anything she seemed to be a victim of some sorts but of course one must never judge before knowing their acquired skills.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her next move to which she wasn't sure of how to follow through.

"I'm sorry to have trespassed-"

"Why have you trespassed? That seems to be the most logical question for me at the moment Miss." She smiled slightly at him, showing him that she understood his concern for her presence.

"My name is Bree...and I think that there is something that you can help me with..."

A/N

Hi!

So, it's been a long time since I'd posted anything on here but I felt as though I'd give it another try. This is really just a taster for the story and such but yeah...I hope you guys are intrigued!