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Chapter Three

Forgiveness

Buffy stood still as she watched the Director pale and his gaze shot to Agent Hill behind her. Narrowing her eyes Buffy made to turn to her and stopped, her gaze stuck on the group around the table. There, sitting warily, was the two most famous agents in the history of SHIELD, and ones that she had always admired through her uncle.

"Agent Slayer, I'm sorry. I was under the distinct impression that you had been informed and were taking personal time off." Fury said, trying his best to shepherd her out of the room before the conversation went any further.

"No. I was on a mission in Africa at the time of the invasion. I was so far off the grid that not only did I not know about the invasion, but that the Avengers had been formed and my Uncle killed." Buffy brushed off the Director's attempts to remove her from the building, causing everyone present to look on in shock.

"Now if you'll excuse me i need to talk to Agents Barton and Romanoff." The two agents at the table tensed, both expecting the woman to blame Clinton for the death of her Uncle.

Buffy knew for a fact that although she knew practically everything about the two they knew nothing about her. Not that she even existed.

She greeted them politely and sat down in the vacant seat next to them. She knew that everyone in the room was watching them, waiting for the moment of blame and she felt ashamed on behalf of SHIELD. It was not Hawkeyes fault that he had been brainwashed and forced to work for the bad guys, and yet by their reactions, he was blamed.

"You both knew my Uncle, though i highly doubt that he ever told you about me. His name was Agent Phil Coulson. Thank you so much for what you did." Buffy said hesitantly, unsure if she could trust them, but decided to trust the man who had.

All around the table there were sharp intakes of breath and sighs from the Director and his second in command. Buffy ignored them as she watched the expressions of the two agents across from her fill with denial and guilt.

"He may have died but he died for this world and you two helped to keep it safe so he didn't die in vain. If you, any of you, ever need anything… well, I'll do what i can." Buff stood and walked out the door with a glare towards the director that promised a continuation of her interrogation.