"No!" Thalia squealed.

"Tia, don't make this any harder than it already is. It's for the best." Craig interrupted, trying to calm her.

"I am not staying here like some prisoner. I'm going home. Now!" She bellowed distraughtly.

Coulson approached her and spoke softly. "Thalia, we need to keep you here as a safety precaution. If you break into another secure facility, you could unleash classified information, something we are trying to prevent. And if you do, maybe we can come to an agreement."

Thalia eyed him angrily and impatient. But this statement had intrigued her. Not that she'd say so. "What sort of agreement?" She hissed.

"If you stay, we will give you information on your parents. In pieces."

This caught her attention. Could she trust him? Was he telling the truth? "And if I stay, will I get to see Logan and Jake again?" She wondered aloud.

"Every once in awhile, I'm sure you could. We could arrange something." Coulson said with a friendly smile.

Thalia glared at the man before her. "You know, smiling at me doesn't make me like you more."

"I know. But it seems to be the only way to gain your trust."

She rolled her eyes and began to visually explore the room. It was quite a large room. The old bricks and the frosted glass gave it a retro effect. She quite liked it.

"Craig and I have discussed the terms," he continued. Thalia froze. Craig agreed to this? Was this his idea? The traitor. She thought to herself. "During your stay with us, we're going to train you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

Her eyes widened at the director's words. Surely he had not just said that. "Did you just hear the words that came out of your mouth?"

"Yeah, I know. Weird right." He said and continued. "Your S.O. is going to be Agent Hunter."

"Oh, joy." she muttered unenthusiastically and with a face of dread.

"I know how you feel about him now. You two have your differences. But in my opinion, you have a lot in common. I think you'll get along really well once you get to know each other."

Thalia had to think long and hard about this.

"If you say no, we won't make you stay, but if it happens again, we will be forced to arrest you. It's a small compromise, but if you do choose to go down that road you may not like what you find." Coulson continued. His words fresh in her mind, whirring around in a cyclone like manner.

She didn't want to stay at SHIELD, much less become an agent. But if she did, she would be able to find out about her parents.

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as she thought about the answer she was about to deliver.

"I'll stay, on the conditions that I a, can see my friends, and Craig and Sam at least once a fortnight, b, I get access to your WiFi, and c, have authorisation to all missions."

"Some missions." Coulson retorted. "But other than that, all good."

Slouching back in her chair she huffed disappointedly. Having access to all missions meant that she would have to be trusted with files. Having access to files means she could place a mole in the system and filter through the data until she finds what she needs. This limited her chances. and the chance of getting caught doing so had just skyrocketed.

"So, do we have a deal? Because either you stay and we can compromise, or you walk and we tail you for the rest of your life. It's your choice." Coulson said calmly.


"You said 'yes'!?" Jake cried absolutely distraught into the microphone of his laptop.

"Admit it, this way I don't have to break into facilities all the time. Your Mum and Dad won't ground you every other week, and I'll be able to call you everyday. FaceTime means I can see your face, and you'll be able to come and visit me every fortnight."

"That's only twice a month. I'm not entirely sure how a long-distance-relationship will play out between us. Did you even think to ask me if I was OK with this?" Logan had a valid point. Maybe it wouldn't work out.

After a long pause, she replied saying. "I know. And I'm sorry." Turning to the computer screen she saw the two boys faces sad and maybe even slightly angry. But there was nothing she could do. She had been searching for this her whole life.

"And did I hear you right when you said Hunter is your S.O.? Have you lost your mind?" Jake asked, on the verge of laughter.

"Probably." She sighed tossing another pile of clothes into her bags. "I mean they are training me to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I would never agree to this in my right mind."

Without warning, Logan shut his laptop cutting the connection, leaving Thalia and Jake alone.

"Ouch, that hurt." Jake said in response to his friend's actions.

"Maybe I should just end it between us. In the end, one of us is going to be sorry it didn't happen sooner." Thalia said with the hands resting on the edge of the desk, her shoulders slouched.

She waited for Jake to say something about the situation but he didn't. "Oh, you were waiting for me to say something. Sorry sweetheart, I have no say in this. You chose him over me. I can't help you." he folded his arms and reclined in his chair.

Her frustration boiled over and stuck up her middle finger at him as a joke. They both laughed heartily.

"I better finish packing. I'll talk to you later?" She said combing her fingers through her dirty blonde hair.

"Yeah. Sure."

"OK then. Bye."

"Bye."

Closing her laptop she sighed heavily, letting her head drop uselessly.


"Sir, there is something you're not telling me." Hunter said storming into Coulson's office.

Only mildly offended that he didn't knock he replied "By all means, come on in."

"Who is Thalia really?" Lance jeered at him through clenched teeth.

Coulson straightened up as he didn't think he was prepared to answer that question just yet.

"You asked me to be her Supervising Officer for a reason. Not just because I like making fun of her. So what is it?"

"Hunter, I'm not really sure I appreciate your attitude towards this. You said you were willing to do this?" He reminded him skirting around the initial question.

"Oh that's rich. That's like you saying you were willing to let Mack cut your hand off! You weren't really, it just happened, you weren't prepared for it. Caught you by surprise." He gestured to Phil's robotic left hand that he was still getting used to.

He looked down at it and then back up to Hunter. "You want to know, fine then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"What could you possibly say that could hurt me more than having my own Daughter kidnapped before I even got the chance to hold her?" He's voice rose significantly. The topic of his daughter struck him hard.

Almost 18 years ago, he and his wife, Bobbi had a child. A baby girl named Evangeline. But she was born while he was on a mission in St Petersburg. The night before he returned, someone had broken into their house and kidnapped her. She was never seen again.

After Bobbi left S.H.I.E.L.D. she told Hunter that she wanted to start a family. And seeing as she wouldn't be going on missions anymore, he happily obliged, conceiving within the first month. They didn't have any other children. Not after Evangeline was taken. Too afraid that it might happen again.

"Try me."

Could on opened his mouth. About to comply to his wishes until Skye swung her head through the door.

"Thalia just arrived on the Quinjet. Do you want to welcome her or should I?" She asked, still not fully inside his office.

"We all can. But for now, I just want you to be her friend. She's been taken away from everything she has, help her adjust. We need to show her we're tryouts big to help."

Skye nodded and disappeared. Coulson followed and Hunter, sighing in defeat, filed out after them. His long stompy stride was the only thing that reminded him that he was pissed at Coulson.

They made their way to the hanger where a quintet was landing. May was the first to walk out. Followed by Thalia. A black duffle bag slung over her right shoulder and a rolling suitcase in her left hand.

Hunter stared at the girl as she approached. How did he know that there was something suspicious going on. It was mostly her eyes. Was it just by coincidence that she had the same dark eyes that he did. And the same hair, the same ashen blonde as Bobbi. No. It was just a coincidence. Millions of people had blonde hair and brown/grey eyes.

But he couldn't get over the fact that she was orphaned as an infant around the same time his daughter was taken. But no. Coulson said he knew who she was. Her mother was an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Hydra had hunted her down and killed her. Thalia was then rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and placed into orphanage care. Craig and Sam Wilson adopted her shortly after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

He would have to just get this over with. His imagination let him think that Thalia was Evangeline. But there was no way. He shook aside the thought and continued on.

He made a point to make himself more approachable. For Thalia, he knew that she would be suspicious at first. And he was right.

He offered to take her duffle bag, but she just withdrew from him. "What happened to you? We're you hit by a car and get your brain knocked out of place?" She asked.

"No." he said hesitantly as he brought his hand back to his side. His first initial reaction was that she was not going to get along with him at all. She was going to be stubborn. He knew that all too well.

Thalia walked around him, her stride long and heavy, and away from everyone. She made her way towards the bedroom in which she would stay in her duration at S.H.I.E.L.D.

How was he supposed to get along with her if she was going to be deliberately stubborn and hard all the time? This was going to be a long and tiring process. He was not immediately impressed with Coulson's decision to make him her S.O. He was hiding something from him. Who was Thalia really? What was he not saying?

Whoever or whatever it took, he knew that he had to find out.