A woman had been found alive but unresponsive in a side street, crowded with forgotten scaffolding. Normally such a thing might not warrant the attention of a man like Phil Coulson, or an intelligence agency like SHIELD. However this woman had been identified as Rhea Colette Jaeger, who had been reported missing fifteen years ago. The side street she had been found in was also the last place she had been seen. A security camera had caught footage of her being dragged into it by a man. An electric pulse had stopped the camera from seeing what had happened next but it hadn't needed to. Five years ago, fourty-five seconds after miss Jaeger had been pulled down that side street, it had exploded. There had been six casualties. Five had been people who had been killed by the stone from the blasted buildings. The other casualty was the charred practically non existent remains of -after DNA testing- turned out to be Maxwell Tilton, a registered sex offender, and the man who had dragged Rhea into the side street. SHIELD had taken an interest in the case because of the explosion, and because this was not the first time Rhea Jaeger had wound up on their radar. Since there had been the electric pulse only a fraction of a second before the detonation, it was assumed that this was a new type of bomb. However, there had been no trace of any device or chemical. There had been no trace of Rhea Jaeger either. They had presumed that she had died in the blast but there was no trace of another body, or they ashes of one. A year later the city had begun reconstruction. But a lot of those buildings hadn't really been important to begin with, and now there were skeletons covered in scaffolding plastic. And the city had chalked it up to a gas leak.

Coulson had been in charge of that case. He had been frustrated when he had to close it without knowing even a clue as to what the cause of the explosion or the pulse had been. He had been even more distraught over having nothing to tell Rhea's family. With no conformation of her death, she had been declared missing. Posters had been put up and ads placed in the papers. No news came. The pictures had grown faded and been covered up, and the file on the blast had

been forgotten in the SHIELD database.

And then yesterday, a doctor had entered a report about a young woman, found in that old side street. The report went through the hospital network, and a few key words pinged another forgotten system, and Coulson's computer had pinged. He had been on a call at that moment. He had glanced at the screen, and then stared at it. He had never expected for his fishing to catch anything. After two years he had forgotten he had even set up the program. But there it was, and there was the message. He had ended the call and booked a flight. An hour and a half later he pulling up next to the Warmenton's General hospital. A flash of the badge got him past security and protocol and into the room where the young woman was being treated.

He looked down into the comatose face. The last time he had seen that face, it had been smiling at from a missing persons flier. He asked what condition she had been found in. He was told that she had been found just like this, perfectly fine but comatose. They had shown him the clothes she had been in, and they had been the same ones the camera had shown her wearing the day she vanished. A call was made, and two hours later he and two SHIELD medical specialists were flying back to DC with Rhea Jaeger. It had turned out that there was still a camera across from the alley. Coulson had collected the footage and spent the plane ride watching it. When they had arrived at headquarters, the woman was taken to the medical department, and Coulson called Director Fury and showed him the footage.

"impossible," Fury had said, his brow furrowing.

"Sir, fifteen years ago this young woman vanished without a trace in a freak explosion, we were never able to identify the source of. Seven years before that?" he tapped the screen of his laptop and pulled up another security camera footage. This one was in a science museum. It looked down on a crowd of children and adults milling around. Coulson pointed to one grey head. It was standing still staring at an exhibit across the room. The figure began walking towards the display. You could just see a little grey hand reach out. It made contact with the display and there was a flash. The figure was now laying on its back halfway across the room. Director Fury narrowed his eye.

"and now yesterday," Coulson continued. "she appears out of nowhere, in the same spot where she vanished after what seems to be a freak lightning strike."

"what are you thinking, Agent?"

"I'm thinking she wouldn't be the first person we've encountered who was something...different."

"Another super human," Fury tilted his head, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I believe so, Sir."

"you think we've got another Banner on our hands?"

"I'm not sure yet if she'll be as unstable as Banner. She might be able to control her abilities."

"We'll just have to wait for her to wake up, I suppose."

"Should be soon. The medics said she had entered normal sleep just before we landed. I should get down there."

"you sure she won't blow up again when she wakes up?" Fury raised an eyebrow.

"I'm... fairly confident we don't need to worry about that," he said as he prepared to leave.

"I'll trust your judgment on that," Fury laughed a little. "Be careful. And send me those files."

Coulson exited and made his way to the medical department. Fury stood by his windows in his office, processing what he had just been shown. Another super human. That was interesting. He was a little worried about her stability but not overly so. Banner was working out alright after all. No, what really worried him was that fifteen year gap, that mysterious disappearance. Where have you been miss Jaeger, he wondered.