Hi guys! I'm back :D

I know, I know, it's been a while. I had lost all motivation, went through depression (which lasted about a year), stayed with my dad for six months and then moved back.

I'm starting this new fanfic as a substitute until I get my others back from my dad. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this in the meantime.

By to the way, I am having to use my iPod as my computer is totally screwed right now. Without further adu, enjoy :)

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Chapter one

I slowly made my way down the white hallway, my gun drawn and pointed to the ground.

The black boots I wore, made soft noises as they connected with the tiled floor. I wore a black outfit that clung to my body.

My golden- yellow hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.

I came to a T corridor and knelt down next a wall. I peered around the corner. There was no one there.

As I went to look down the other half, a foot connected with my hands.

My gun flew from my grip and clattered along the ground; sliding away as it did so.

I dodged to the side as a fist lunged to my face. With a roll, I got to my feet, taking a defence stance with my fists in front of my body.

The person before me was a male; late thirties, black hair and blue eyes. He lunged forward.

I was immediately on the defence. I blocked a few more attacks, before leaping over his head. I kicked out; connecting my foot with his side.

The black haired man hit the wall with force. He fell to the ground and I leapt backwards; giving myself distance from him.

I reached down to my boot and pulled out a second piece. I aimed it at him. Before I could say or do anything, the man had rolled over; my gun pointed at me. He pulled the trigger.

That was when the alarm sounded an a second man entered the corridor through the wall.

"Agent Davis," he said, "Can you tell me what you did wrong?" I lowered my weapon.

"I didn't handcuff him or check to make sure he was unconscious," I replied, with a slightly frustrated sigh.

The man that was scolding me clicked his fingers and the corridors disappeared; revealing a large empty room. It had been the third time that week that I had failed the holographic simulation.

Every time I thought I was close to passing, something would happen to catch me off guard. I was getting frustrated with it all.

"Take the rest of the day off and we will try again tomorrow," the man continued.

"Yes, Sir."

He left and I retrieved my gun from the floor. I placed them into the holders and left the room. I made my way to my bedroom, which was shared between me and another woman.

My room mate was out on a mission and didn't expect to be back for at least another week. She was away on a tail and detain.

Inside the room were two single beds; each on opposite ends of the room, against the walls. A desk lay between them. A desktop computer, lamp and a few novels lay on that. At the foot of my bed, in the wall was a second door which led to our private bathroom.

I grabbed out a pair of loose fitting track suit pants and a pale blue singlet with thick sleeves from the drawers that occupied the my side of the desk.

I entered the bathroom and had a quick shower to relieve my frustration and stress. Drying myself off, I got dressed, brushed my hair and went back into the bedroom. I grabbed a romance novel and lay down on my bed.

Flipping open to where I left off, I continued to read.

I had always preferred books that took my mind off of my occupation as well as my lack of a personal life. It was hard trying to have a relationship and/or a friendship due to the dangerous missions as well as having to hide your identity. I decided it was too muck of a hassle, so I would never even try. Besides, I am still an agent in training.

As I read the next page, the ear piece, I had on the desk, started to ring. I quickly grabbed it and put it on. I pressed the answer button.

"Agent Davis," I said.

"Director Fury wants to see you in his office," replied the woman on the other end; whom was the one who ran Fury's errands.

"Yes, Mam."

The call ended and I got up, placing my novel and ear piece back onto the desk. Getting up, I exited the room.

I walked down the corridors, turning this way and that until I reached my destination.

I knocked on the door.

"Enter," Fury's voice called out.

I opened the door and entered.

"Sir," I said, as I shut the metal behind me, "You wanted to see me?"

Fury looked up from the paperwork he was doing.

"Agent Davis; yes I did." He stood up. "Have you heard of a man called Loki?"

I nodded.

"The Norse god of mischief. Tried to take over New York a few months back. Defeated by a group calling themselves the Avengers. Disappeared after capture. Why do I need to know him, Sir?"

"You will be going on a mission."

"A missions?"

"Yes. For the next year, you are to tail him and keep him out of trouble or causing any. Basically make sure he doesn't try to take over the world again."

"But Sir, I'm still in training, with another two years to go before I even make full member of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I understand that; which is why you will be training under Natasha Romanoff; a former S.H.I.E.L.D member. She will continue your training whilst you stay at the Stark Tower. Any questions?"

"No, Sir," I sighed out.

"Good; start packing. You leave in one hour.