They call me the Dark Veil. My actual name is Agent Anneliese Coulson , age 26. I've been in SHIELD since I was 16, though I was really born into it. My mother was an Enhanced, the result of genetic testing that ended in a mutation allowing her to access more than 10% of her mind at any given point in time. My father, as my last name suggest, is Phil Coulson. Due to their high standing in SHIELD, I quickly became the youngest SHIELD agent. Technically I'm not anymore. Well, at least that was the case until Fury came to me one day after SHIELD fell. He gave me two huge bits of news that day, and by the end of the conversation I was offered the position of Deputy Director.

That was about a year ago. Now I'm taking another huge leap in my career. Fury came to me about a week ago. He wants me to join the new Avengers team Steve Rogers is making. I have to smile at that. I suppose my gifts, inherited from my mother, will actually come to use. I haven't really been in the field for a while now, not since the Fall. Sighing, I step into the new facility that will become my home. Two people stand to greet me, both of whom I actually know. "Annie, it has been too long," Steve sighs. We both laugh.

"So you two know each other?" Natasha asks. I nod my head.

"Someone had to do a basic catch up for the man," I point out, walking forward to hug them both. Steve studies me as I pull back.

"You cut your hair," Steve remarks. I pick up a lock of my light brown curly hair.

"Hm? Yeah, I did shortly after you went off to save the universe," I sigh, turning to Natasha. "Yours looks nice as well." Nat smiles.

"It'll be good to have you around," she winks.

"I'll show you to your room in a moment. Wanda will be returning in a few days. Fury suggested that we send her off to get some grief counseling," Steve explains. I raise an eyebrow.

"Helmsworth Operations," I tell him.

"What's that?" he asks. I sigh.

"It was a partner organization to SHIELD specializing in psychology. They give counseling to people like us, SHIELD and Avengers alike, as well as Enhanced and other people like that," I explain.

"Weren't you there before?" Nat asks. I nod hesitantly.

"Twice," I mutter, looking over at Steve. "So, where's my room?" Steve rests a hand on my back and leads me down a hall. Suddenly he pauses.

"How are you?" he asks quietly. I tense.

"It's been a while, Rogers. I'm holding up," I tell him.

"I'm sorry about your father," he sighs. I battle my urge to tell him the truth, but Fury would have my head. So I just smile and squeeze his arm.

"I said I'm holding up. You know I mean it," I remind him. He smiles and starts walking again.

"I've missed you. It was hard at first without much of a friend," Steve muses. I look down at the ground. "Being with the Avengers has helped, but I feel like you and I just have a different dynamic."

"I don't think either of us are the same person we were when you came out of the ice," I remind him. He stops at my room, turning to look at me.

"Annie, we'd be quite lost if we were," he tells me. Hesitating, he leans forward and kisses my brow. He lingers near my ear. "Maybe we can still get back who we were to each other, or almost were anyways," he whispers in my ear. I enter my room, pressing my back against the door once I close it. I'm now wondering if this was the best choice. My phone rings in my pocket. I answer.

"How are you doing, kid?" Dad asks. I bite my lip. Of course he would call now.

"I just got in," I sigh. There's a minute of silence.

"How has he settled?" Dad finally manages to inquire. I smirk.

"He seems okay. How are you?" I reply.

"We're holding up, I guess. Nothing is ever easy. Keep in touch," he sighs. The call is short, but it calms me a bit. I toss my bag on the bed, staring up in the mirror. Sometimes I can't even look at myself, and others I can manage it. Thankfully today is of the latter. I need my confidence.

I relax a while before Nat comes knocking on the door. "Are you going to tell him?" Nat asks, speaking in general. I shake my head.

"Like I'd screw that up," I chuckle. "Some things he doesn't need to know, and others he's not allowed to know. It's for the better." Nat sits on the bed beside me.

"You went through a lot," she remarks.

"I signed up for that when I took the job. I knew what I was getting into," I remind her.

"There was one thing you couldn't have anticipated," she points out coldly. I cross my arms.

"Nat, I'm fine. Stop trying to act like I'm not. I got help and I'm better," I warn her. She sighs.

"Alright, I believe you. Come on, Rogers wants us all in the conference room," Nat caves. We get up and walk up a floor to a room full of windows. Steve and another man who I assume is Sam sit at the table in the center of the room.

"Ah, good you made it. Sam, this is Agent Annie Coulson," Steve greets. I wave at Sam, taking a seat at the table.

"What are we here to discuss?" I ask. Steve pushes a file across the table to me. I flip through it.

"The Winter Soldier," he replies. "We're looking for him. I'm hoping you might have some idea of where to look." I breeze through reading the file, my lips parted as I mouth the words on the pages. My brain starts running, sifting through the information within it faster than a normal human.

"Evynne Carper," I mutter.

"Who?" Sam asks. I look up, placing the file down.

"Evynne Carper," I repeat. "She was another Hydra project. A friend of mine who was undercover got put in charge of her case. Lys explained that the idea was to make a sort of companion for the Winter Soldier, changing her genetic code to allow her to locate the Soldier in the field as well as calm him down if needed."

"They took the information from your mother to do that, didn't they?" Steve asks. I nod.

"I'll make a few calls and see if we can locate her. I think that's all we can do right now," I reply.

"Wow, she's here not even five hours and she does a better job than we have in a year," Sam laughs.

"What can I say? She's the best," Steve sighs, leaning back. I blush.

"I'm just weird," I reply. We both laugh, falling into old jokes. We look at each other for a moment before I look away.

The dream comes in bits in pieces. The dead bodies pile all around. The scream of a child far too young to understand the threat hits my ears. I see the empty room, the dark walls. I curl into a ball, but it does nothing to stop it all. They came storming in out of nowhere. I don't even know how they found me. They did though. They did. I watch her fall, her gun dropping to the ground. I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat.

A/N: Okay so I was going to wait until December to start posting this... Then I got up to chapter 11 in typing and decided screw it. Welcome to my new fan fiction! I have wanted to do a Marvel based fan fiction for a while now, but no idea I had really stuck. Then I decided to retype one I played with over the summer and ended up with this gem. I have a large chunk of this written, and a lot planned out. However, I'm going to give the big caution. While I do try and stick as much to canon as possible (aka what could possibly happen knowing where we are now and what can happen in the future with some creative liberty. This is how I write any fan fiction), I have not watched Agents of SHIELD season 3... YET. I do I have a friend I am talking to in order to get a feel for what's going on for the purposes of this fan fiction though. Alright, so say hello to Annie. This is a character I've been molding, changing, and refining for a few years now. She is Coulson's daughter (who wouldn't want to be that?) and the daughter of a woman who was subject to genetic mutation. Basically she's a badass mix between May, Coulson, and Wanda. Let's jump into our adventure. It'll be fun, and at times you may need tissue boxes. I will be explaining my characters as we come across them and other things that come from some of my failed fan fiction attempts. With that in mind, I hope you enjoyed this new beginning, and as I will always say, please leave a review!