Director Fury glanced left to the young girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Technically twenty-four was considered a young adult but he would always see Anastasia as the small pudgy girl that always ran around the building, the few and rare days her father brought her, while singing the theme to a kids show. Anastasia was currently fast asleep, with her head leaning against the window and slightly snoring. Natasha was laying across in the back also catching some Z's.

Eventually, Anastasia stirred and woke up when the car hit a bump. She looked around and saw the open plains around her. "Where are we?" She asked fury as she looked around to the passing scenery.

"Nebraska." He replied. Anastasia choked and started coughing erratically. Fury patiently waited for her to catch her breath. "Nebraska?" She wheezed. "How long have I been asleep? And what the hell are we doing in Nebraska?"

Fury was silent for a moment. Anastasia stared at him expectantly. Her blue eyes searched for his single eye for an answer or clue but it remained on the road ahead of them. "Anastasia, your father was a very close friend of mine. He was honest, respectable, and trustworthy. All he wanted was to make the world a better and safer place. But there are people in the world who don't care for a better and safer world or at least have a twisted version of it."

He looked at her for a moment. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion. "He knew too much, Anastasia. That is what got him killed. People out there didn't like what he knew and how much of it he knew."

Anastasia felt her chest tighten. "What are you talking about?" She breathed. "He died in a sudden car accident. It was an accident."

Fury shook his head. "People like your father don't die in a sudden car accident, Anastasia. Something, or Someone purposely hit his car with the intent to kill."

Anastasia clenched her jaw and shook her head slowly. "I don't believe you. It was an accident! Why would anyone want to purposely kill my father? You said it yourself, he was a good honest man who only wanted good in the world."

Fury sighed and shook his head. "I already told you why. He knew too much."

Anastasia threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. "Knew too much about what!"

"Hydra apparently. I willing to bet your father knew something was wrong with shield and when he uncovered the truth that Shield was being run by Hydra, someone got too him before he could do anything."

"Hydra? What the hell even is that?" Anastasia asked.

"They're a criminal organization founded during World War Two that is dedicated to the achievement of world domination through terrorist and subversive activities."

"Basically they are the bad guys who have a twisted version of how the world should be." Natasha suddenly spoke up. "They are the ones who killed your father."

Anastasia slumped in the passenger seat and rested her head against the head support. "But what does all off this have to do with me? Why did that man kidnap me? And why are we running away."

Natasha chuckled without a tint of humor in it. "We aren't running away, we're simply leaving from danger." Anastasia rolled her eyes. "So running away."

"The point is," Fury intervened, "Because of who your father was, that makes you significant. You are a threat to the enemy. They don't know what you know, and even though you may not know anything at all, the enemy does not know that and you are officially a menace to them. Do you understand."

Anastasia nodded her head but was still confused about the whole situation. She rested her head against the window one more and felt tired even though she slept for almost twenty hours straight. This was a different tired. This was a tired that no amount of sleep could get rid off. This was the tired that took time to overcome. She looked absolutely miserable.

Natasha watched Anastasia look outside with sad blue eyes. She felt sympathy in her heart and knew how much all of this was taking a toll on her. She delicately laid a hand on Athena's shoulder. Athena lifted her head and turned to see Natasha with warm, understanding eyes.

"Look, Anastasia, I'm not going to tell you that everything is going to be okay because I would be lying to you. I don't know if everything is going to be okay. I am sorry about everything you're going through right now and I know you would've liked it if everything was different but it's not. There isn't much you can do about it now but just know that Me and Nick. we're here for you. And so are a lot of people. You are not alone."

Anastasia felt her eyes tear up for a moment but she quickly blinked them away. She felt Natasha squeeze her shoulder as a sign of comfort and sympathy before pulling away. "Thank you." She whispered with a small smile.

So Fury, how long till we get to our destination." Natasha asked in between a yawn whilst stretching. "10 seconds." He replied.

Anastasia perked her head and noticed a medium sized house in the middle of the plain, yet cleverly hidden by some trees. "What's this?" She asked glancing at Fury. "It's my safe house." He casually said.

Even Natasha was surprised. "You have a safe house, since when?" She asked as she looked at it. They approached the house and Anastasia noticed there was another car parked nearby. "Who's home?"

Nick turned off the car and opened it just as the front door opened and a man with short brown hair walked out with a woman and two kids. "Anastasia, I think it's time you formally met Clint Barton and his family."