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Layla POV
I struggled up a few flights of stairs with my arms filled with bags before I reached the room 308, which led to my apartment. I went through about four keys before I finally found the one that let me inside. I entered, shut the door with my leg, and walked over to the kitchen counter to carefully place the grocery bags. Just as I was setting down the last one, I heard a knock on my door. I quickly ran over to the door and opened it.
There stood a slender man, of about 5'9", with brown hair that was starting to bald around the edges. "Hello, I am Agent Phil Coulson, you are Layla Thomas right?" He politely asked.
"Yeah, I am. Can I help you?" I curiously asked in return.
"Miss Thomas, do you mind if I could come in for a few minutes to discuss something with you?" I nodded in reply. He looked like somebody who I could trust.
**about an hour later**
"So do you think you could join us…?" Mr. Coulson trailed of with a sound of hopefulness in his voice.
"Yes." I replied without hesitation. I needed a change of scenery. I have been stuck in the cheap, old, and broken up apartment since I was 17. My dad died about ten years ago – two weeks after my 17th birthday, and my mom died when I was two. As far as I knew, I had no close relatives, so I've had to survive on my own. I didn't really have that many things to pack considering I couldn't really afford that much. So I packed the few things that I had in my one suitcase, and left with Coulson. We walked down the few flights of stairs and exited the old rusty door that was supposed to be the door to the lobby. When we exited the lobby, I saw a shinny black car there, with a chafer waiting there for us by the back car door. He walked back over to his door, popped the trunk, ran over to the trunk, opened it and grabbed my bag. After shutting the trunk, he walked back to where he had been when I first saw him and opened the door and nodded at me, assuring that it was okay for me to go in now. I slid to the farthest window while Coulson entered behind me.
"Do you mind if we make one more stop after this?" he asked.
"Sure." I replied.
We drove about ten blocks before we again, stopped at another building, similar to mine.
"I'll be back in a few." He told me while stepping out of the car and entering the building that was in front of the car.
After about twenty minutes, he came out with yet, another girl. I was confused. Not really knowing who it was. Then I saw here suitcase, realizing that she was probably going to the same place that Coulson and I was. The chafer did the same thing that he had done with me and the girl slid in next to me, and Coulson came in behind her, with us all squishing together in the back seat. We awkwardly sat in the car for a few minutes, while we were waiting to enter traffic, before Coulson remembered that we didn't know each other.
"Oh! Excuse me Layla, I forgot to introduce you guys, this is Amber Lane, she is joining us as well." We smiled at each other, and from there, we were again on the rode.