AN: Well, It's been a long road, my friends. I can't believe its been 7 weeks since I started posting this! It feels like only yesterday I was running around my house while writing the first draft and making dying whale noises, causing my family to further question my mental stability. A huge thank you to everyone who's followed, favorited, and reviewed this story, you've made me smile time and again. Also, I would like to give a special shoutout to bhut, who has thus far reviewed every single part of this fanfic! Much love to you, my friend. Now, without further adieu, the final chapter of "Turn Code."

Nick Fury stared at his own name, carved into a granite slab six feet above an empty casket. Then his eyes moved to the fresh mound of dirt to the right of it.

"Phillip R. Coulson," the headstone read, followed by dates and a verse from the Bible. The former director of S.H.I.E.L.D pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey, only about two shots left. He took a swig, then poured the rest on the fresh grave, sighing.

"I know you're there, Maria," he said, not turning. The woman smirked sadly.

"You always do, sir."

She stood beside him, looking down at the raw earth.

"Is he really gone this time?"

Fury nodded. "Even if we had the resources, his brain couldn't handle T.A.H.I.T.I a second time. He's gone."

The two were silent for a while, as they payed their final respects. When they turned to leave, Nick spoke.

"How are the two scientists? They didn't seem too chipper when I last saw them."

Maria considered her words carefully. "They'll be... okay, I think. The betrayal mixed with the deaths and the injuries has darkened their perspective of the world. They're getting married, but I wouldn't expect a big ceremony, and they've already handed in their resignations. They're going to go work in Germany as soon as their wounds have healed fully."

A pretty blonde woman started walking towards them, dressed in jeans and a purple blouse.

"Hi, so sorry to bother you, but do you know where I could find the grave of one Nick Fury?" The woman asked. Although greatly startled, the two did not exhibit such and pointed to where they had just been standing. The girl thanked them and continued on, pulling a letter out of her jacket and placing it on the ground in front of the headstone. She weighed it down with a rock, then left, wandering off a different way.

Nick and Maria exchanged a suspicious look, then walked back and picked up the letter. Fury took a small device from his pocket and scanned the envelope, relaxing a little when it revealed there was no danger in opening it. He tore through the paper.

There were two things inside: a photograph, and a small note with a phrase scrawled on it. The former director set his jaw when he saw the picture.

It was black and white, probably taken at an airport somewhere given that there was a plane wing visible in the background. Grant Ward and the girl they now knew as Daisy Johnson were in front of the plane, posed and dressed casually. Nick looked at the note while he passed Maria the photo, smirking bitterly when he saw what it said.

"'Come get us,'" he read aloud, wanting desperately to do so. But S.H.I.E.L.D was already weak, and wasting precious resources and manpower on a vengeance hunt would get no one anywhere. The woman beside him sighed.

"S.H.I.E.L.D needs a new director. Did you have anyone in mind?" She asked. Fury chuckled.

"I do, actually. And she's standing next to me."

Hill raised her eyebrows as Nick held out a small black box.

"Are you up to the task?"

After a few seconds of deliberation, Maria took the cube, nodding. Nick placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't get your ass killed, Director Hill. I haven't got many friends left."

The pair left the cemetery and parted ways, Hill climbing into an armored black Lexus, Fury into a 1962 cherry red corvette named Lola.

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Daisy woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, the scent immediately making her jump out of bed and sprint to the kitchen. Grant was flipping pancakes, still in his pajamas and bare feet. He grinned when he saw his wife of twenty-four hours emerge from the hallway.

"Good morning," he said, setting down the spatula to give her a kiss. She smiled.

"Good morning! I see you've been busy."

"Well, it's been a while since we've had pancakes, I thought I might as well go the whole nine yards."

The girl laughed and dipped her finger in the batter for the flapjacks, licking it and smiling.

"Mm, can't wait to taste some of those. Did the plans come in?" She was referring to the blueprints for the house they were going to build. They had designed everything about a week prior, when they'd first arrived. Currently they were residing in a vacation home a mile or so away from the property they'd purchased.

"Yeah, they just got here. I haven't looked them over yet, I thought we could do it together."

"After breakfast. I am in desperate need of caffeine."

They both laughed, then Grant returned to the pancakes and Daisy poured herself some coffee.

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After they had looked over the design plans and made sure there was nothing wrong with them, they headed outside for a walk.

The sun was high in the sky, and the ocean waves crashed against the milky shore. They had chosen the island of Tahiti, the hidden joke giving it the advantage over Fiji. They walked hand in hand down the beach, enjoying the warmth and peace.

"You know, I almost didn't take the infiltration op," Daisy began, looking up at the cloudless sky.

"I had a choice. It was that, or an easy deserter assassination. I had been working non-stop for a couple of months, and I wanted a break, but my mom suggested I do the Infil. She said it would be good for me to practice going undercover, but I wonder if she knew I'd like you."

She swallowed as tears sprang to her eyes. The memory of her mother and father was painful, but made less so by the knowledge that their deaths had been avenged.

Grant kissed her hand. "Well, I'm glad she suggested it. Imagine how different our lives would be right now. I doubt either of us would be here."

The girl smiled softly. "Yeah. Isn't it funny how things work out?"

They continued their blissful stroll, free at last and far from the cares of the everyday world. Their footprints vanished behind them, as they headed farther down the beach.

Back at their little house, Daisy's computer shut itself down, its last screen the final draft of a report that would never be read. At the top, its title was displayed.

Mission successful. Operation: Turncode complete.

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