Scarlett didn't know what was worse the look her boyfriend Lucian was giving her or the constant buzzing from her phone on the stony floor to her left.

She didn't want to have this conversation with him. Scarlett kept watching Lucian's eyes dart between herself and the still vibrating phone.

Scarlett launched herself at the phone narrowly beating Lucian.

"Hello?" she said letting out a breath.

"Hello Scarlett, It's Clint from Shield." Came the voice from the phone.

Scarlett let out a sigh and pressed her forehead into the harsh concrete not caring. She didn't want to have this conversation either.

She couldn't help her mind drift to when she first met Clint.

Scarlett was having a bad day. Again.

She was only trying to follow orders. Some idiot had come into possession of Neptune's trident which belonged to the Atlanteans. However, what had shocked everyone was that The Ancient One had chosen a 17 almost 18-year-old Scarlett to retrieve it.

It had been easy to retrieve it. She had reached out to the current occupant saying she had a PhD in mythological studies and she'd love to inspect this supposed trident. The middle aged balding man was practically putty in her hands.

It was also a tremendous help that Scarlett had mastered illusions early on because looking like anyone came in handy a lot.

So, said middle aged balding man whose name she had already forgotten was very confident he was meeting a late 20's fresh out of University female, not a 17-year-old who was still deciding what she wanted to do with her life.

Technically she had been successful and then someone who went by the name of Phil Coulson from Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division had stopped her in the goddamn car park.

She was so close to being in the wind, then they showed up. Men in suits with lots of guns trained on her although an oddity Scarlett noted an archer hidden slightly behind one of the cars.

"Miss, please put the Trident down" The man called Phil said calmly.

"I don't see an outcome in which I will succeed" Scarlett muttered. Of course, she could use magic but then that'd expose mystic and might piss some people off and Scarlett didn't feel like she wanted to be picking bullets and arrows of her body for the next few hours.

"We only wish to help" Phil continued

"What's in it for me? How do I know you're not going to shoot me once I hand this over?" Scarlett snarled.

Phil gestured to the various men and women to return their guns to their holsters. Scarlett watched silently as they did this and they stood tensely awaiting her next moves.

"And Legolas" She huffed, eyes narrowing.

Phil faltered slightly but quickly regained his composure as he nodded to Clint.

"I'm sorry I'm under strict orders I can't let you keep this item" Scarlett explained and Phil could hear the seriousness in her voice. Before Phil could say anything, Scarlett's hand shot out and she caught the small dart Clint had launched at her inches from her neck.

Phil could barely make out the confusion and the little hurt in her eyes before Clint engaged her in hand to hand combat.

Clint noted that while he was attacking she played the defence card. For every hit, he aimed she dodged just as quick despite this he did not expect her fist to connect with his face.

It only took Phil coming up behind the small blonde and jamming a syringe in her neck to stop her.

"You could've done that before she hit me" Clint said incredulously holding his face in one hand.

"I was just seeing what she was capable of" Phil said with a pleasant smile.

Clint looked down at the woman's crumpled form and sighed, he picked her up and took her over to the jet while Phil secured the Trident.