A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEW :) DARCY IS CURRENTLY FOURTEEN.

Darcy may of only been young but she understood her current situation. With her Mother gone and her Father unknown she'd most likely be put in a care home. After what happened her Aunt Maria had been treating her differently. She was being... kinder and was showing more affection. "You finished packing?"

Turning away from the window Darcy nodded, straight after the funeral Maria and Phil took her straight home in a black car, with blackout windows. She had noticed two other cars were with them. One in front lading them and one behind following them. Picking up her duffel bag she walked towards the door. "Can I get something out of her room?"

Raising her eyebrow Maria nodded "I'll be at the door. Be quick." Looking her Aunt up and down Darcy frowned. She was in a black leather cat suit. But she looked so natural in it. Stepping by her she mad her way to her Mothers room. The small apartment was quiet. A few men stood around it, none saying a word. Pushing open the door it made a small creak.

As per usual the room was a mess, clothes thrown about and the bed unmade. Make up was scatter by the mirror with the smell of hair spray soaking in the room. Placing her bag on the bed Darcy knelt down and pulled a brown chest out from under the bed. It wasn't locked. It never was. Pulling it open, she picked up the unopened envelopes and put them to one side. Pulling out a tattered photo book she carefully undid the ribbon around it.

The front page was made of leather, the rest was paper. And within the book was pictures. Pictures of her Mother from before Darcy was born. Her Mother looked so happy, no stress lines, or wrinkles. Her skin was pale and clear, her hair was long and flowing freely in its jet black waves. However in the next picture she had straight blonde hair.

"I see you found the box." Phil came up behind her and sat on the messy bed.

Nodding Darcy kept going through the pages "She always told me where it was." as she turned the next page she froze her eyes widening. Her Mother had a black leather cat suit on, and next to her was her Aunt Maria... and on the other side was.. "It's you..."

Leaning over her he sighed "Not anymore. We all left the FIELD." Picking up the envelopes next to her he frowned "These are for you."

Closing the book she put it back in the box and turned to look at him, taking them off him she counted them. Thirteen. And all of them had her name on, in the same writing. A part of her wanted to open them, but a stronger part knew that if her Mother wanted her to have them she would of give her them. Putting them back in the box she grabbed the picture of the side, it was of her and her mother, and placed it in the box closing it.

Standing up she looked at Phil "Guess I should call you Uncle now...Could you carry this for me?" gesturing to the box Darcy watch him pick it up with ease.

"C'mon kid, let's go before Hill get's mad."

Knocking on the door to the Directors office Phil took a deep breath. Usually he wasn't nervous of talking to the Director but this was different, this meeting would decided what would happen to Darcy. Pushing the door open he stepped in silently, the Director was leaning back in his chair, his hands folded on his lap. His one good eye staring him down.

"Please sit Agent Coulson." following the order Phil sat quickly opposite the man. Maria had currently took Darcy to dinner, to explain what would be happening. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Nodding Phil sighed "Thank you, Sir."

"But I'm afraid we have to move straight onto business. I understand she had a daughter. How old is the child?" raising his eyebrow the Director knew all this already, but he had something in mind and he wanted to test it with Phil first.

"Thirteen, Sir. Fourteen next month." his answer was quick and short, and right.

"How long have you known her?"

"First time I've met her, Kate didn't want her involved with SHIELD. But I knew about her since she was three."

Sighing the Director sat forward "Here's the thing. I believe she has potential, if she get's the right training she could become like her Mother. And I-"

"Wait, didn't you hear me? Kate doesn't want her involved with SHIELD!"

"Yes, I understand that. But if word get's out that her Mother was injected with the serum and her Father is... Well you know who he is... She could and will be put in serious danger. If the serum passed onto her then we need to keep her where we can help her."

"No- We can't..."

"Would you rather she was shipped of into some care home, confused and alone. AND in danger?!" the Director watch as Phil sat deep in thought. It wasn't the best thing for the girl, to keep her in SHIELD custody till she was old enough to understand, but it wouldn't be any better sending her out into the big world with questions.

"Who would she stay with..?" Phil asked slowly, he knew that most children who were abandoned but had a connection wit SHIELD were sent to The Hive. A place where former SHIELD Agent's spent their time watching them.

Tilting his head to the side the Director smirked "Either you or Hill."

Raising his eyebrow Phil nearly chocked on the air "You want her to stay on SHIELD grounds?!"

"Correct. At HQ with either Hill or you. That way she gets the education she needs and the training that will help her. Like I said she has potential. So who's it going to be? You or Agent Hill?"

Phil paused for a second, Darcy had known Maria longer and had only just met Phil. But he had always wanted kids and with his work it was hard to have that. Plus he always remember Maria saying she never wants kids. Taking a deep break Phil nodded "With me."

The Director pushed some paper work forward, he noticed Phil was about to start reading it "Don't worry. It's just basic forms to say you are the legal guardian." handing over a pen he watched him sign it before nodded "Her name will stay as Darcy Lewis and she is officially under your care. I expect to see her book in with the training program, both mental and physical training by next week. Dismissed."

Maria placed two milkshakes and a tray of fries on the table "Eat up."

"I'm not hungry." Darcy muttered. She hadn't eaten in almost a week. She was use to sitting with her Mother and talking about her day, and school. But now... She couldn't and she never would be able to again. She would never see her Mother again. Get one of her hugs or kisses. She'd never get to hear her Mother's sweet voice or musical laugh. Tears started to flow down her cheeks.

Maria shifted awkwardly in her seat "Here..." she handed Darcy some napkins and pushed the milkshake towards her "Trust me, it'll make you feel better." Taking the drink Darcy nodded a small sob escaping her lips. "I have to say... You're handling everything pretty well."

Sniffing Darcy smiled slightly "Mummy always said, don't cry over something undo able, just push it away and move on with your life. She always told me to be strong." Darcy pushed her glasses up further up her nose. She felt numb, milkshake wasn't going to help.

"So those letters? Not even curios?"

Shrugging she took a sip of the milkshake "I guess. If they were important I would of been given them." Maria nodded understanding before checking her phone.

"Want some good news?" drying her eyes Darcy nodded "You aren't getting shipped off to some care home!"

A/N: JUST A QUICK CHAPTER BEFORE I GO TO BED.

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