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Vivian groaned, rolling over after shutting off her third alarm of the morning, taking a look at the glaring red numbers. She sighed, it was five in the morning and she had to find the will to get up for work. She had been a Detective Inspector with Scotland Yard for a little over three years now and she loved her job, she just hated getting up early. The only difficult part of her job was keeping her powers under control. She couldn't remember how she got them, or where they came from. In fact, there was a lot she couldn't remember. She shook her head, and got out of bed, ready to start her day.
As she walked into the building, she was greeted by the Yard's desk sergeant, Emmy Jackson. "Morning, Coleman. You have some visitors in your office."
Slightly confused, she nodded at Emmy and headed to her office. "This is bizarre." She thought, nobody ever visited her at work. As she got closer to her office, she could make out two figures, about the same height, both in black jumpsuits. One had long brown hair tied up in a bun, and the other had short, bright red hair. They both stood as she approached them, "Detective Inspector Vivian Coleman, how may I help you?"
The woman with brown hair spoke first, "Detective Inspector Coleman, we're Agents Hill and Romanoff with SHIELD."
Vivian frowned, "SHIELD? What, is that an American thing?"
"It stands for 'Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division', we're here to recruit you. We're currently facing a potential global catastrophe-"
"And we need someone with talents like yours." The redhead cut in, raising a brow. Vivian frowned again, deciding to play dumb, there was no way they could know about her powers. "You...need an English detective? Was Sherlock Holmes not available? I heard he's the best."
Romanoff kept herself from rolling her eyes, "We were referring to your other talents." As she said this Agent Hill pulled out a tablet and set it up on the desk facing Vivian. She paled at the footage she saw.
The footage showed Vivian walking home from work, squinting she could see the man that followed her home from work that night. He stuck to the shadows, Vivian, at the time, had been completely oblivious. Suddenly, the man made his move. He ran at her with a knife, grabbing her arm to turn her around and holding the weapon to her throat while holding her against the wall of the alley. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he panted, but before he could utter a word, Vivian attacked. She threw out her free hand, knocking the man back with an invisible gust of wind. Once he hit the brick wall behind him, Vivian made a circular motion with her hand and vines began to creep up the man's arms and legs until he couldn't move. She kept her hand up and walked towards him, but before anything else could be seen, Vivian slammed the tablet down, having seen enough.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
"You." Natasha replied simply
Vivian looked down, weighing her options. "Fine, I'll do it." She said, standing up and walking over to the closet in her office and grabbing the bag she kept there for emergencies and turning to the two agents, "I expect you'll bring me up to speed on the flight to America, and I'd like to hear about my team members as well. I sure hope I'm not doing this alone." With that, she turned and walked out of her office, not even waiting for the two agents to follow.