A/N #1: Hello. Yeah, so I totally re-wrote this and added a bunch more to it. I didn't like how the other story was headed so, I changed some stuff. Now, the timeline may be off, but it was the only way that it would work for me, so there's that. None of this will be based on any of the comic books, though possibly some things will be from the movies. Plus, I changed the summary and I might change the title of it again, depending if I come up with a better one. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this version and don't forget to R&R. Thanks a bunch.

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Chapter 1 - You Have No Choice:

It was after eleven pm at O'Malley's Bar and I was on my 6th double shot of Patron. Today was extremely lame and I just wanted to escape - drinking my worries and problems away, like, I have in the past - because I just didn't care. Zero fucks were coming from me. Especially the way my life is now - making me fall back into my old ways. Usually, drinking all this alcohol would probably knock a petite girl, like, me on her ass, but nope! Not me. I'm no light weight, so I'm pretty sure I could drink all of these drunken fools under the table. It takes a hell of a lot to get me drunk and I bet my liver is definitely shot, but I'm not really worried about it, though, I blame it all on my shitty childhood.

My father, Charlie, apparently died before I was born and my mother, Ivy, fed me three or four different stories about his death that I didn't even know which one to believe. I never got a straight answer or the truth from her, plus when I was little, I never really felt that mother/daughter connection with her, at all. I always felt so out of place, like, I didn't belong. I swear I was adopted or something. Not only that, she wanted me to stop addressing her as "Mom" when I was eight - which weirded me out, but I quickly got used to it.

I was ten when Ivy remarried and I inherited a step-dad named Elliott and an older step-brother named Dylan - both of them were evil assholes. They beat the shit out of me on a daily basis - which is where I got my two inch scar, right below my collar bone - thanks to Elliott and a pair of scissors, and of course, Ivy sat there and let it all happen.

So, throughout the bullshit and the drama, I became accustomed to drink whatever alcohol was available - at the time. Thankfully, I graduated high school at the age of sixteen with high honors and a high 4.0 and the moment I turned eighteen, I moved out of that hell hole and never looked back. I headed over to the east coast to make something of myself - which I did - and to be a part of something great - which I was, then a few years ago, unfortunately, I got injured on the job, but these days, it seems 'that' doesn't even matter anymore.

So, there's my life story, though, not a good one; just 78.4% of it and so far, I made it out alive. Hallelujah!

...

After taking another shot, I noticed a guy staring at me from across the bar. I remember someone who used to look at me like that; like was the only person in the room, but that's ancient history. I took in his features as I took another shot. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a killer smile. I'm not gonna lie, he was good looking and I wanted to say "hi" to him, then as I was about to go up and introduce myself, I suddenly felt my arm being pulled in the opposite direction.

"Giselle Morgan?"

I recognized that voice and turned my head with a smirk, ripping my arm away. "Well, well, well." I turned my whole body around . "How the hell are you, Coulson?"

"I'm doing just fine, Morgan."

I sat back down on the bar stool. "So, where have you been?"

"Tahiti."

"Oh." I nodded. "I hear the beaches are nice."

"Sure." he shrugged.

I eyed him for a moment; he seemed a little.. off. "So, what are you doing here on the other side of the country.. so randomly?"

"I was told that you no longer live in Brooklyn and I've been looking all over for you."

"Well, lucky you.. you found me." I grabbed my next shot, but Coulson snatched it out of my hand, spilling most of it. "Hey!"

"No, you don't need it.. you need to be sober for this."

I stared at him, curious. "Sober for what?"

"You need to come with me, so I can brief you on the situation."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "How 'bout you tell me now."

"It's highly classified." he shook his head. "And there's no way in hell I'm telling you here."

I heavily sighed. "Alright, fine." I looked back at the guy that was staring at me - before I got interrupted - but he was gone. Just my luck. He was a hottie, and of course, Agent Coulson had to be a cockblock. Slightly shaking my head, I hopped back off the bar stool. "Since you may have ruined - what could have been - an awesome night with a perfect stranger, I suppose I'll go with you."

"Either way." he crossed his arms over his chest, kinda mocking me. "You have no choice."

"Fair enough." I reached in my back pocket, then waved at the bartender. "Hey, Wade."

"Aww.. you leaving me, Giselle?"

"Sadly, yes.. apparently, it's passed my bedtime."

"But, it's not even midnight."

"I know, right?!" I rolled my eyes, putting a $100 bill on the counter and slid it to him. "You have yourself a good night, my friend."

"You too, Giselle." he picked up the money and put it in his pocket. "Thanks."

"Later." I nodded with a smile, then turned to Coulson. "Ready when you are, Pops." he glared at me, before he started walking towards the exit - which I slowly followed behind him - then I suddenly stopped. There was Mr. Hottie again. I flashed a smile at him as I felt my arm being pulled.

"Let's go, Morgan."

Again, I ripped it out of his grasp. "Alright, shit." I took another glance and yes, of course, the guy was gone. What. The. Hell?

"Morgan!"

I sped up to Coulson, walking out the door. "Geez, don't get your panties in a twist."

Coulson opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He just shook his head as he opened the door to the black Chevy Tahoe that was in front of me. "Get in."

I gave him a half-ass salute and did as I was told. Once I sat in my seat and buckled, I looked up, seeing two familiar faces sitting in front of me. I snorted. "Fury.. Agent Hill." I crossed my arms over my chest. "What do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, already knowing that this surprise visit wouldn't be good.

"You look, like, you healed nicely."

"Yeah." I nodded at Fury. "It only took a few years and a lot of pain killers." I took a deep breath. "So, how are things?"

"Things?" he chuckled. "Things are pretty bad right now."

I noticed Coulson get into the passenger seat and another agent drove off. "Okay, define: pretty bad. I've been in pretty bad - in New Mexico, then I seen everything that happened in New York, Washington, and then the Ultron mess on the news.. what could possibly worse than all of that?"

"Here." Maria handed me a file - which I reluctantly opened.

Fury sighed. "We thought that.. certain things were handled, but we were wrong."

"Ok..ay." I nodded as I kept reading, tuning Fury out as he continued talking. I saw the names of 3 people. The first one - I haven't met, but I know of - which was Loki. The second - Bucky Barnes. I've never met him either, but I've heard stories about him. I was surprised that he was actually alive. And lastly - was a person in all black with mask on named Crossbones. I'm guessing that he's the new threat to SHIELD aka the bad guy.

"Morgan.."

I was ripped out of my thoughts and glanced up at Fury. "What?"

"We need you on this mission.. you're good at what you do."

"Yeah, I am." I nodded, though it's been a while since I was out in the field, but I was skilled in many things from being in the military and the FBI - which made me even more awesome at what I do.

"Right.. and we need you, so will you be a part of the team?"

Shit. I didn't even hear what he said, just the beginning and half of the end. Whoops. "Can I think about it and get back to you?" he just glared at me. "No?" he shook his head, then I put the file in my lap and crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, since it's apparent that I don't have a choice in the matter.. sure." I shrugged. "What the hell."

"Good." Fury smirked. "We'll brief you with the rest, once we get to our temporary headquarters."

"Okay, can we stop by my place, so I can pack?"

"No." Fury shook his head. "There's no time for that."

"You can go out and get some new things later." Maria added.

"Alright." I stared out the window before looking back at them. "So, who exactly is a part of the mission?"

"You'll see a few new faces, but I'm not discussing the team with you right now.. except for one." he tossed another file in my lap, giving me a funny look.

"Okay." I opened it and my eyes widened a little, seeing a familiar face. A face I haven't been around in six or so years. I should have known.

"Will this be a problem?"

I took a deep breath and closed the file, before looking at Fury, right in his eye. "No, Sir.. it won't."

"That's good to hear.. but to be honest, I was a little reluctant bringing you in."

"Then why did you?"

Fury sighed. "Like, I said.. we need you."

I scoffed. "Alrighty then."

"So." Fury slouched in the seat and closed his one eye. "Sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Yeah, sure." I muttered, then stared out the window at the darkness rolling by, thinking about the guy from the bar and wondering what could have been tonight.

A/N #2: So, there is chapter 1. Yeah, some things I took out and some things I put in. Hope you like it and don't forget to R&R. Thanks!