Agent Phil Coulson walked down a graveled path leading to a simple New York Manor. After he parked a S.H.I.E.L.D. car holding Captain Steven Rodgers off the lawn, of course.

He looks at it with remembrance of a distant past and happy thoughts. He pulled a skeleton key out of his pocket and opened the door. The house was quiet and homey, but it was too empty and all too quiet.

"Ana," he called, "it's me."

"PHIL!" the seventeen year old girl yelled before jumping up and hugging him, throwing away the frying pan.

She was 5'4 with long, wavy-curly black hair. Her lightly tanned face held two scars, one across the corner of her lips and the other on her right eyebrow. In her left ear was a swirled ear cuff that went through the cartilage of it. Her eyes were the most striking feature. The left was an emerald green and the right, a rich brown. Over them was a sleek pair of Ray-Bans eyeglasses. She was wearing a Rolling Stones tank, black shorts and a pair of black converse dainties.

"Go get your stuff, Ana. Fury wants you."

"Nicholas? How many bags? And it's almost summer! And I graduate in less than a month!"

"Yes, sweetie, I know. And at least two."

When Ana came back with her bags, her hair was in a ponytail and was wearing a pair of aviators to protect her eyes. She had changed out of the shorts and shoes and into black skinny jeans, a blazer, and shiny black pumps. They picked up the things, Phil with more struggle than Ana who just carried them like nothing.

"Hey, Ana..." Phil breathed out.

"Yes?"

"Three things. First, Captain Steven Rogers is in the car; he's an old friend of your Grand-mère Peg. Second, you're flying. The last is that I was wondering how much sleep you're running on and for how long."

"Five hours. Up for... um... I believe thirty-nine hours. I was going to sleep after writing an essay, then Nicky wanted me."

They left the conversation at that and continued down to the plane. There, Phil introduced Ana to Steve.

"How do you do, Captain. I'm Ana," she said with an air of kindness.

"Fine, ma'am. May I ask, and you?"

"Fine as well." The car drove off and went to a private airport. Ana was in the back seat looking out the window blankly and took in her surroundings, while Captain Roger went through the files. Phil parked on the tarmac next to the mini jet. Ana shouldered her bags and dumped them in the jet. She tapped Captain Rodgers on the shoulder and nodded to the jet.

Captain Rogers continued to look through the facts on each of the other members. Before the Hulk was Ana. It just listed her full name, age, rank at SHIELD (head of a department, level 10), a picture of her, and a long list of weaponry (topped with sword, archery, and hand-to-hand). "May I borrow that? It will only take me a second," she asked, walking beside him.

He handed in to her, just slightly touching her tiny soft, but slightly rough on the edges from playing various stringed instruments, hands. She started it at the beginning, only looking at each page for ten seconds before handing it back to his big, strong hands. He looked at her, blinked, and saw for the first time the right side of her face. "Umm, your eyes are different," he said, not pointing out the scars that worried him.

"Yeah. Damn Heterochromia," she spoke back airily.

"What does that mean?" he said, as they walked up the ramp.

She merely smiled at him and got near the cockpit, handing Phil her shoes. "Enjoy the ride, talk to Phil here, and have fun cause you're only two years older than me. Live a little." She kissed both of their cheeks and strapped in. She paid little attention to the conversation behind her and was quietly humming Queen as she flew.

"Phil, we're almost there," she stated as she started the descent.

Once landing, Phil handed Ana her shoes back as she stood. She grabbed her bags, put on one green contact over her right eye and slipped back on her sunglasses, when Captain Rogers stopped saying no lady should carry bags and to call him Steve. She dropped the straps in his open hands and giggled while he barely got them off the ground. "What's in here?"

"The basics: bullets, arrows and extras, AK-47s, my broadsword, my bow, my violin, and some high top converse. Why?"

At that moment Agent Natasha Romanoff walked up to Phil, Steve, and Ana. Phil spoke up and said, "Agent Romanoff, this is Captain Steve Rogers and -"

"Anastasia Nikolaev."

"Nikolaev. As in the royal family Nikolaev of Russia?"

"да." (yes)