Connor's eyes fluttered open. She was confused; the last thing she remembered was being at a small holiday lodge recovering from her injuries and death.

But now she was sitting on the small couch in Fury's office, having just woken up from a sleep. She looked over at the man who was typing away on his laptop. She cleared her throat and he didn't look at her but opened his mouth slowly, letting the words pour off his tongue.

"You fell asleep on the plane ride back here. I was the only one willing and safe enough to have a shape shifter sleeping in my office." Connor sat up and rubbed the back of her head slowly.

"Is Coulson okay?" The director stopped typing and looked over at the teenager, a sad look on his face and Connor felt her heart drop.

"Your alpha power wasn't enough. He died a few minutes after you saved him." Connor stared at the ground, thinking of how every time this organisation was around her, people just kept dying. It hurt her too much just thinking about who was probably going to end up being next. She didn't save or help anyone; she was just good at making situations worse. The Avengers would have been fine without her at the battle of Manhattan, Coulson might have still been alive if she hadn't been here, her cousin would be okay and alive too and so many injuries would have been prevented. Hill wouldn't have been forced to shoot a teenager in the foot. Natasha, Steve and Clint wouldn't have to keep making sure she was okay. Tony would get a break from her countless questions; Bruce would get to have some chill time instead of examining her every ten minutes; and Thor would get to stop thinking about how Loki and Connor could both shape shift.

She looked up at the man. "I need out. I can't handle this, I'm not fit for this life sir, and I hope you can respect that." She slowly stood up and Fury mirrored her action, reaching out to a chair and pulling her old leather jacket off the back and handing it over to her. He nodded slowly and held out his hand, Connor dropping her temporary SHIELD pass into his hand. Her brown hair was slightly tussled from her sleep but she didn't care too much, it wasn't like she was needed to look good for where she was hopefully heading. Connor looked at Fury, realising the man was so much kinder to her than everyone else. She didn't ask why – it wasn't any of her business and if she was being perfectly honest, the man kind of scared her.

"I understand. Do you have a place in mind?" She nodded and he shook her hand tightly before pressing something on his fax and waiting for a moment. Connor was about to ask what was going on but she immediately found out when Agent Hill walked in, closing the door behind her and smiling at them both.

"Hill, Whittmore is leaving like we presumed. Prepare a jet, she has a place in mind." They both turned to look at her, and she knew they wanted to know where she wanted to go.

"Peru would be nice." They both nodded and Fury said one last goodbye to the girl, watching as she left with Hill for her well deserved time of relaxation. She hadn't been at a lodge and Coulson was alive. But she should never find out either of these two lies, so maybe not telling her was the best he could do to get her a normal life. The truth of Connor Whittmore was tough, and he wasn't sure she would be able to handle the truth behind her family right now – or anytime in the near future. Maybe if he was lucky, the secret would die with him. But Director Fury wasn't known to chance luck so he just ignored the truth and told a different tale: one full of happiness and sweet dreams. Connor should have realised that her life would never be normal, especially when she can turn into a large wolf.

Connor was sitting in the passenger seat beside Agent Hill as the woman discussed different places she could drop off the teenager into Peru. Feeling that her wolf side needed the comfort more than her, she picked a green forest but didn't bother to learn the name – it didn't matter. They set off and Connor made small talk with the agent.

"So, had you met the Avengers before?" The woman laughed and nodded slightly.

"You could say that. No, all joking aside, I had only known Barton and Romanoff before hand. We knew Thor existed, that was an 0-8-4 which started that-" Connor cut her off.

"An 0-8-4? What's that?"

"An object of unknown origin, there's not too many of them kicking around. One of the bigger cases was the hammer, Thor's hammer." Connor let out a low whistle and laughed at the same time as the Agent.

"Will I be tracked by SHIELD?" The woman shook her head as she noticed the genuine concern of the wolf.

"No, the council wanted you to be tracked but Fury managed to wind his way around it so you would get the freedom you've always wanted, even if it is for a limited time. Once you think you're ready to come back, and then you do that." Connor nodded and a small light started to flash on the screen and Hill smiled at the girl.

"We're almost there, I'm not allowed to land so I'll have to give you a parachute. Once you've been in the air for three seconds, pull the string and it'll expand. You'll land safely and just dispose of it afterwards – it's not reusable." Connor nodded and unbuckled her safety belt, walking to the back of the helicopter and picking up the smaller of the two bags labelled with parachute. The ramp started to lower and she briefly heard Hill before she jumped.

"Goodbye Connor."

Connor closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she flung herself over the edge and into the air, starting her decent to freedom.