"We lost her lead on her, sir." The man in the leather trench coat turned around forcefully and slammed a plastic folder filled to the brim with documents on the hard table, creating a loud echo and causing everyone on the bridge to stop their jobs and conversations to turn around and look at their boss. He slowly turned to face them all and sent a bone-chilling glare at everyone, immediately instructing them to go straight back to whatever they had been working on.

Nick Fury was agitated. This woman – no, teenage girl – was harder to get a hold off than Stark, and to the S.H.I.E.L.D director, that was a tough record to beat so clearly he was angered at his agents lack of ability and will-power to catch a teenager. Fair enough, she was gifted but he could name a never-ending list of extraordinary people with a hundred times more powerful gifts than her that were easier to catch. His thoughts kept leading him back to the same annoying question in his head constantly now-a-days. Why could no one catch a kid?

"What about the girl's protector? Is he causing trouble again, is that why this mission has taken more than half a year over the estimated time?" The agent shrunk back as he clashed with Fury's anger head first and slightly regretted being the one of whom was on the missions that had volunteered to report back to the director. The agent took a deep breath and Fury caught the look of pity in his eyes and instantly knew what he was going to say.

"He was already dead when we reached where the girl had been. Witnesses said they saw a girl crying over the young man's body but she had disappeared the second anyone had mentioned calling someone. He had a stab wound, but it wasn't shaped like it came from a knife or any other usual object. Security cameras had been checked and revealed the Asgardian who attacked the old base stabbing him in the chest with his spear, but the girl was not around to see that. She arrived back after he died. The security cameras stopped working after we watched the video, before they erased all memory from tonight." The director nodded and after a quick moment to process the thoughts, he dismissed the agent but not without a warning to hurry up.

He kept contemplating why he never had just put Barton, Romanoff, Coulson or Hill on the case, because that way he knew it would have already been a completed mission but at the same time he knew why they couldn't have been put on the mission. Of course Coulson and Hill knew about the case, they were his main favourites. Barton and Romanoff however, they were a different case altogether. He knew that the two partners would never allow for him to go through with his plans; not with the way they had both grown up. It wasn't even like he could ask them anymore. Barton had been compromised and Romanoff had a tendency to kill anymore and she was currently away on a mission anyway.

The council had ordered him to just have the girl killed on sight: one simple bullet to the brain and they'd have one less problem to worry about. Like normal and it was becoming more frequent for him to do this but he ignored their commands and hung up on them after letting a highly and furious sassy remark to collide from his lips and linger in the air. He sat down on his leader's chair and grabbed a cup of coffee one of the interns had made for themselves and took a sip. The intern looked shocked and quickly scurried away, not wanting to argue about how that had been the perfect coffee and it was his last few minutes of his break as he didn't want to be fired on his first and probably last job.

Fury leaned over to his radio and rammed it into his ear. "Agent Coulson."

Within almost seconds he received a reply over the device. "Yes sir?"

"Get me a coffee."

Was she not even allowed to mourn anymore? She had just held her only member of family in her arms as they bled to death and she couldn't save them only to have been forced to leave their body and run for her life once more as that crazy government organisation turned up again.

She had managed to lead them away by hiding under a fallen, hollow tree. They had presumed she had kept running but she was always one step ahead of them; or that was what she figured anyway judging by the fact that she hadn't been caught yet.

She lightly ran her hands across the backpack slung over her shoulders and pulled it off, grabbing her wallet out of the main compartment before grabbing her big winter coat as well but mainly for appearance. She didn't really need it but it would cover the small traces of blood on her shirt. She zipped the bag back up before swinging it over her shoulders and walking into the city centre and spotting the nearest Starbucks.

Hey, she may be a fugitive but she still had cravings for Starbucks Coffee like most teenage girls. She stood in the queue for almost ten minutes before she finally reached the counter to order her drink.

"Hallo! Kann ich Ihnen helfen?" The man spoke in perfect German and it took her a moment to remember she was in a country that she had no grasp of the language.

She stood there for a moment looking bewildered before she felt a cold hand on her elbow and a man spoke to her.
"He is inquiring about your beverage." She raised an eyebrow at the man's olden English but thanked him quickly.

"Caramel latte please." She said to him and he repeated her order in German to the man, while adding on what she presumed was a drink for him.

As they both paid and waited on their drinks, she took a good look at her mysterious translator.
He had black hair; she couldn't define whether it was greasy or had a lot of gel in it. His eyes were bright blue and she felt that it was almost as if he was reading her mind.
He was in a black suit with a green scarf slung around his neck and he kept a golden cane in his hand but after a quick closer inspection she realised he didn't need it.
As she collected her drink and sat down at a table in the corner, she was surprised to find the man walking over to her table.

"May I occupy this seat?" He asked and she looked up, nodding.

He smiled at her and sat across the small table from her. He cocked his head to the side and she raised an eyebrow.

"So..." She trailer off taking a sip of her coffee and almost sighing at the warm feeling. The man continued to stare at her.

"Can I help you with something sir?" She asked after a moment when it became clear he wasn't going to start any conversation.

The man laughed and spoke up finally. "Why my dear child, I believe you can help me."
She pulled a face at the man but motioned for him to continue speaking. He smirked at her and she suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable; he reminded her of many shield agents. He furrowed his brow suddenly and stood up dramatically.

"I am afraid this must wait. I have matter to attend to." As he picked up his coffee and nodded towards the teenager she quickly followed him out into the street and stopped him.

"Wait! I never caught your name." He stared at her for a moment before that smirk of his fell back on to his face.

"I never threw it towards you. My name does not matter Connor. I will be seeing you soon." He quickly blended in with the crowd of people and Connor found herself staring at the crowd, her mouth open in shock.

Who was that man and most importantly, how did he know her name? She quickly decided he must have been a SHIELD agent sent to intimidate her. Connor walked away from the city centre and headed down a side alley for a shortcut to the train station.
She never made it to the station. She was tackled into the side and felt a prick in her side as she made her way into the alleyway. She looked down to see a needle that had pushed some liquid into her, currently sticking out her side. She pulled it out and instantly felt dizzy. She tried to push for the shift but nothing; she immediately managed to realise that whatever she had been injected with stopped her power before she fell to the ground limp. Her body was picked up by figures clad in black and taken away from the dusty German alleyway.