A/N Hello, beautiful people! I've been playing around with the concept of creating the start to Sigyn. Let me know what you think!

And no, I don't own any of the characters, but I would take Loki for Christmas

The day Nick Fury can stop worrying about the businesses of Gods would be a great day indeed. He might even take the morning off and play a round of golf, even though his depth perception may be a little spotty. But, most unfortunately, today was not that day. As he took a steadying breath (his counselor's term, not his) and glanced over at Agent Coulson. The two men stood in front of several screens that had recently gone black, the evidence of the S.H.I.E.L.D advisors' teleconference already erased. "Can you please explain to me how the hell another fucking God managed to slip into our world?"

Coulson smiled. After Fury's stunt defying his superiors during Loki's attack, they forced him to start seeing an agency therapist. Despite Fury's insistence that he would never believe a word that Dr. Lambert uttered, Coulson began to notice that Fury would try the anger-reducing techniques that the good doctor was known for. "I believe this time, it was a Goddess that is now residing in the city. Though there is evidence that she has no knowledge of her powers."

At Fury's furrowed brow, Coulson continued, holding up the paperwork that he had glanced through during the meeting. "She grew up as a ward of the state. Looking at the history that I was sent, Nystrom was sent to some tough foster homes and while there was records of her acting violently towards others, there is no documentation of any unexplained incidents. She, in my opinion, is just a tough and angry girl who turned into a tough woman who likes to stay in the margins."

"So we need to find a woman who has problems with authority and tell her that she could potentially be a powerful being from another Realm?" Fury groaned.

"Hopefully we can find a more tactful way of telling her, but yes." Coulson was hit with inspiration. "Do you think that Romanoff is back from Cambodia?"

Sarah Nystrom scanned the crowd at the bar. Mostly Wall Street types, having a drink after a long day of screaming and threatening their way through negotiations. Unfortunately, the concept of happy hour was lost on them. These men had no idea that it was possible for their attitudes to change once the workday was over. Case and point, the middle aged man with the red face who was currently cursing at her. "I ordered my Manhattan five minutes ago! Are you too busy painting your fucking nails to make me a drink?"

Swiveling her head back to him, Sarah retorted. "No dumbass, I was looking for Jessica. You know her? The pair of boobs that you actually ordered from and who told you that she needed to get more sweet vermouth? She's climbing the stairs now with the new bottle and an order of wings that she is comping you because of the wait. Now get out of my fucking face before I shove those free pieces of chicken down your fucking throat."

Fortunately, the red-faced customer completely ignored her threat once he realized that his drink was waiting for him at the other end of the bar. Sarah rolled her eyes and stepped in front of the next person in line, a red-headed young woman wearing a suit and a bemused expression. "My, don't you have a way with men?"

Sarah shrugged. "They're kind of like dogs or small children, you show any fear and they will walk all over you. What can I get you?"

"Ketel One, double."

Grabbing the bottle of vodka and a tumbler, Sarah studied her new customer. She definitely was not Wall Street, judging by how strongly the other patrons were leering. "Double?"

The redhead nodded. "Please."

Sliding the glass to the woman, Sarah accepted the cash handed to her almost immediately. "So why are you here?"

The woman was silent, but lifted an eyebrow as if asking a question. Sarah gestured to the rest of the bar. "If you actually worked as a businesswoman, then these pervs wouldn't be staring at you like you were a brand new toy. Someone would have recognized you by now and would be trying to chat you up. Yet, you are in a suit as if you wanted to fit in. You aren't looking for anyone nor have you asked if I have seen any of your 'coworkers'. So, I will ask again, why are you here?"

A look of resignation passed over the woman's face. "Can I please enjoy my drink before I have to explain everything?"

With a short laugh, Sarah nodded. "Of course, but can you at least tell me your name and you are looking for?"

"Fair enough. My name in Natasha Romanoff and I am here for you. How did you figure that stuff out about me anyway?"

Sarah waited until Natasha took a deep sip out of her drink before replying. "I'm a bartender. It's practically a requirement of the job." She then noticed a couple of figures trying to get her attention. "Speaking of the job, I better get back to it."

As she poured drinks for the new crowd that had come in, Sarah took the time to consider her situation. Some strange woman just came in, calmly ordered a drink, and admitted that she was here for Sarah. Nothing about Natasha Romanoff's body language expressed that Sarah was in any sort of danger, but what was with the secrecy? If she was here to serve Sarah with any sort of court papers, she wouldn't be allowed to drink on the job and she would have just given her the papers. Natasha couldn't be associated with any of the foster homes that Sarah lived in, no one from the homes had attempted to make contact with her in over 7 years, just after her 18th birthday.

Sarah supposed that she should feel apprehensive or at least slightly nervous about why Natasha had sought her out, but instead, she just felt curious. Once the wave of Manhattanites were holding a fresh drink in their hands, Sarah finally returned back to Natasha, who had just finished her's. "Another?" Sarah asked.

Natasha shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Actually, I need you to come with me. There is someone outside who wants to meet you."

Barely holding back a derisive snort, Sarah crossed her arms. "Are you kidding me? I'm in the middle of my shift. I don't know you and you want me to go outside to be introduced to another complete stranger? No."

As she spun away to get back to work, she noticed that Natasha placed two fingers to her ear and murmured something. Sarah figured that Natasha was actually insane or she was calling for backup. Making eye contact with Joe, her favorite bouncer, Sarah dragged her pinky across her lower lip-their signal for help. Joe was instantly on his feet, but before he could make his way over to Sarah, he was stopped by Jack, the bar manager. As Jack began to speak rapidly to Joe, Sarah could see Joe's expression changed from concerned to annoyed to confused. he finally walked behind the bar to where Sarah was standing. "Jack says that we don't need you tonight."

Sarah raked her gaze over the crowd that was building on the other side of the bar. "Seriously? That only leaves Jessica and Andre to man the bar."

Joe shrugged. "That's what Jack says. He's pretty insistent too."

"Three syllables? Sounds serious, my friend." Sarah smirked at Joe, unsure if he could help with her little situation. "Well, I guess I can't look a gift horse in the mouth."

Resigned to her strange fate for the evening, she walked to the break room and grabbed her leather jacket. Pulling her light brown hair out of its high ponytail and shaking it out, Sarah made her way out the front door. Sure enough, Natasha stood on the sidewalk. "I know you might not believe this, but you aren't in any danger. We have some information that you might want to know, about your history."

Sarah stood in disbelief. "What do you mean, you have information about my history? No one has that. I've had countless social workers, foster parents, and other state employees try to find my parents without success. Who the hell are you?"

From behind Natasha, two men stepped into view. One was a tall black man with an eyepatch and a permanent scowl. The other was shorter, white, and more average looking, but with a friendly face. The taller man was the first to speak. "That is a long story, but rest assured, we have better contacts than any state employee. Please come with us."

Not to be easily satisfied, Sarah remained rooted in the same spot. "And if I refuse?"

Without hesitation, he responded. "Then we have other ways of getting you to follow which we will use. But for your own comfort, please do so willingly."

Feeling like Alice as she walked towards the rabbit hole, Sarah slowly walked towards the strange trio.