AN: Right. I'm going to apologize in advance for my French before I upset some French speaking reader. I may be learning it at school but I was forced to use Google translate so I'm sorry if I (well Google translate) made any mistakes.

Now was anyone actually wondering what happened on the night Coulson died (in my FanFic, we all know what happens in the film)? FLASHBACK TIME!

Chapter 10

Rosie sat in the Quinn Jet reading over the file.

Anatoliy James Kovalev. Born 24 of September 1968 and joined the Red Room at the age of twenty. Currently one of the leaders of Red Room, third highest level. Since then he has trained numerous operatives, the Black Widow's and has been a handler to the Winter Soldier- the list went on but one thing caught her attention, his kill count- 763, 350 of which were S.H.I.E.L.D Agents. Rosie's breath hitched in her throat, she dropped the file onto her lap and rubbed her face with her hands.

"That fucking bastard…" she muttered, her face buried in her hands. This was personal now. Fury didn't tell her about the S.H.I.E.L.D Agents…

"Did you say something Agent Stark?" the pilot shouted back to her. Rosie chuckled slightly.

"Nothing important… How long left?"

"Three and a half hours Stark."

"Right. Can I make a call?"

"Yeah sure." Rosie whipped out her Stark phone and scrolled through her contact list until she came over Fabien's name. She sighed she makes this call to dam often. She rubbed her forehead as she listened to the phone ringing.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. I'm not leaving this on your voice mail. Pick up Fabe!" she mumbled, "Fabe hey!"

"Hey Rosie, what's up?" Fabien's voice broke the constant ringing.

"Look I'm really sorry, I can't make our date tomorrow I'm really sorry I know I cancel a lot it's not on purpose I promise, it's just S.H.I.E.L.D has brilliant timing for sending me away on missions. So yeah, I've just been called away and I'm not sure when I'll be back I'm really sorry," she sighed. Next thing she knew she heard Fabien laughing leaving her very confused and she was the mini assassin!

"Rosie stop apologising! It's fine, we'll just meet up when you get back. I know you have a really busy life and you may have to cancel on me but I understand that," Fabien laughed.

"I really don't understand you sometimes, most people would be pissed." She smiled.

"Well I'm not mist people am I?"

"No you're not." Rosie's head fell down her hair cover her blush and small smile.

"So where have they dragged you off to this time?"

"France that's all I'm telling you."

"Can I ask why?"

"You can ask but I'm not telling you because I will lose my job and you will probably have thirty S.H.I.E.L.D Agents on your door step to take you away within ten minutes."

"Thirty really?"

"I wouldn't put it passed them I work for a messed up organization."

S.H.I.E.L.D base Paris, France

By the time the Quinn jet landed in Pairs it was eight pm Parisian time. Rosie strolled out the Quinn Jet in her civilian clothes with her suitcases trailing behind her. One full of weapons and the other full of more… normal things. She climbed into a S.H.I.E.L.D car made to look like a taxi. Half an hour later she climbed out of the car and into a very posh hotel across from the Eiffel Tower.

"Hu, I'm impressed," she muttered under her breath as she walked over to the reception desk and spoke in perfect French and a perfect accent, "Bonjour, j'ai réservé une chambre sous le nom Janelle Ember. (Hello, I have booked a room under the name Janelle Ember.)" The man turned round to see her leaning against the desk his eyes widened slightly as he saw her but she could tell he didn't know who she really was.

"Oh bien sûr. Un moment s'il vous plaît. Ici, nous sommes Salle 231 au deuxième étage. Combien de temps restez-vous ici si vous ne me dérange pas de me demander? (Oh of course. One moment please. Here we are room 231 second floor. How long are you staying here if you don't mind me asking?)" the man asked her.

"Peu de temps. (Not long.) Pourquoi? (Why?)"

"Et si on allait boire un verre quelque part? (How about we go have a drink sometime?)" He lent forward and raised an eyebrow suggestively. Rosie fought back the urge to laugh, he obviously had no idea he was hitting on a thirteen nearly fourteen year old but wow he was forward!

"Désolé chérie, je suis pris. (Sorry sweetie I'm taken.)" and with that she snatched the key off of him, picked up her gags and strolled to the lift with the man's eyes burning holes in her back. When she reached the second floor she scanned the floor for every possible exit on the floor. She opened the door and dumped her bags on the bed before flinging open the patio doors and walking out onto the balcony.

"Wow…" she gasped as she looked up Eiffel Tower light up in gold. Her chest suddenly felt the lightest it has in months as she leant against the wall and let out a sigh. She may be a billionaire's daughter, an Avenger and a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent but she's only ever left America twice, when she was left in Scotland and now. A thought suddenly popped into her head and she dug out her phone and took a photo. Fury did tell her she was her for a mission and mission only but her mission didn't technically start until tomorrow. Right now she can just enjoy being out of the country, away from responsibilities… away from the reminders, the reminders of the time she couldn't do enough.

Rosie sprung up in bed gasping for air. She closed her eyes and let a sigh escape her, another nightmare. Angrily she slammed the mattress beside her and swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbed her phone off of the bedside table and walked over to the balcony. She sat on the wall and stared at the Eiffel Tower that was still glittering gold. She checked the time, 1:30 am. A sigh escaped her as she glared at the clock on the screen. Unconsciously she unlocked her phone, scrolled through her contact list and landed on one name. Steve.

If you want to talk to someone you can come to me but I won't force you.

Her thumbed ghosted over his name for several minutes before she made up her mind. With a sigh she locked her phone and dumped it on the metal table beside her. They wouldn't understand, they won't understand the pain off having someone so close to you bleed to death in your arms, they won't understand the feeling that you could have saved them if you'd done something differently.

Or would they? With that thought clinging to the back of her mind refusing to let go no matter how hard the rest of her brain tried to shove it out she looked over to her phone. A shaky hand reached out to grab it but she quickly dragged it back and wrapped it around her body in a fruitless attempt to keep out the cold February night. Her mind suddenly flashed back to that horrifying night before the Battle of Manhattan.

The door to Fury's office was knocked in and the two S.H.I.E.L.D Agents were lying on the floor. One of the Agents was still alive but bleeding badly and she immediately recognised him.

"Coulson!" Rosie screamed she knelt down beside him, took of her jacket, held it against his wounds and tried to stop the bleeding, "Everything's going to be ok! What happened?"

"Girl…broken… in… tried… to… stop…" Agent Colson tried to explain between gasps for breath. She stared at his blood covered suit and forced herself to stay calm. He was going to be ok… wasn't he? Her breath caught in her throat she thought about it. He was lying in a puddle of his own blood and it was slowly growing bigger by the minute, if she didn't act soon there would be no maybe, no if just his death. She was snapped out of her disturbing thoughts by one even more disturbing.

The girl.

Mello.

No, she wouldn't kill him or would she? All that she could think about was that that slimy little bitch shot one of her few friends. Now one thought covered her whole mind.

Revenge.

That bitch will pay.

"No it's fine you've done all you can I'll phone an ambulance," she quickly phoned an ambulance and then took his gun and headed into the office. Before she went in she through one more worried glance at her handler and her friend. He had to be ok, he just had to be. Rosie walked in holding the gun out in front of her and was checking every possible hiding place.

"Without her suit she's helpless even with that pathetic excuse for a gun," Mello muttered under her breath before jumping down from her hiding place above the door landing behind Rosie. Rosie span round and pointing the gun at Mello.

"You!" she whispered, "You did this?"

"Yes I did. Why do you seem so shocked little rich girl?" Mello asked sarcastically.

"I'm not rich! Well technically I am but it's really Tony's money," Rosie rambled on, "Well anyway I knew you worked for Loki but I didn't think you would try to kill someone!"

"Why not? Do you think I'm week? Do you think I love humanity like Thor? I think you'll find I would kill all the S.H.I.E.L.D Agents and your little group of 'super heroes'."

"Avengers," Rosie corrected her.

"Avengers?"

"Avengers are a group of people who protect the earth from people like Loki and at the moment you and as a wise man what told me 'if we can't protect the earth you'll be dam sure we'll avenge it'."

"Whatever. I would kill you all to help the great Loki take over earth and shape it in his wonderful image of a perfect world."

"You sound like a bit of a kiss ass."

"Don't you dare mock me! Now get out of my way so I give this information to Loki." She said waving the papers in front of Rosie who had somehow managed to block the door without Mello realising.

"I can't do that Mello. No information leaves here without Nick's approval."

"Oh you have more spirit then I thought. I've underestimated you Rosie."

"Yes you have," she said firing the gun at Mello. Mello put her hand up and it stopped right in front of her she flicked her hand to the right. A look of shock crossed Rosie's face she tried again but the same thing happened. Mello flung one of the filing cabinets at Rosie. Rosie jumped up only just missing it. When she landed on the ground again she started firing in desperation at Mello but each time she sent them off in another direction.

"Great empty gun. Just brilliant. Now to use Natasha's training," Rosie said chucking the gun to the side. Rosie ran forward, grabbed the papers off of Mello and sprinted towards Nick's desk. She crawled underneath and pressed a red button at that moment the room went into lock down.

"That will not stop me Rosie. I can and will get out."

"Yeah but not right know," Rosie who had snuck out from underneath the desk had appeared behind Mello with a filing drawer in her hands she lifted it up and smacked Mello on the head. Mello went limp and fell to the ground. Just before she blanked out there was a knocking on the steel door.

"S.H.I.E.L.D! Open the door!" a voice shouted.

"I'll try! I'm in here with the intruder! It's Mello! She's knocked out! I think…" Rosie whispered the last part and looked back at Mello. Mello who had now broken out of Loki's spell whispered vanish before the steel door lifted open and a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D agents rushed in.

Rosie brought her knees up to her chest. She hated her treacherous mind for bring that night back to her. She knew now that Mello had been acting under a spell but she should have save Coulson. The image of him lying bloody on the floor replied over in her mind evenly bring back the tears.