Author's Note: Now before you say anything I know it's been a long time since the last update. Lets just say that life has been hectic these past few weeks, hectic is good way but hectic. Also the words to this chapter were acting shifty, like they didn't want to be typed. But I persevered and here we are. The next chapter up and ready to be posted. To you wonderful readers thank you for reading and being patient. I appreciate you all. While this chapter is not beta'd thanks still goes out to SparkyGirl123 for helping me out with this fic. Now enough about me, on to the disclaimer:

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Race Against Time

Summary: Her world is ruled by chaos and war. The only way to fix what's broken is to go back in time and stop the event that created her heinous future. She's gonna need the help of her parents but it's kinda hard when her father is SHIELD's most wanted criminal and her mother works for the organization tasked with locking him away. She'll do whatever it takes to succeed as long as she doesn't accidentally erasing herself from the timeline first.

Chapter Twenty-One

Original Time-line March 1990

Priscilla Franklin was a quiet child. She didn't speak much and if she did it was only when she was spoken to. She didn't have any friends except for her mother who she spend a majority of her time with. Her father, a doctor, spent his days at his practice treating patients and when he did come home he squirreled away in his office. Some nights Priscilla went to be without seeing her father at all during the day. But she knew that he loved her.

He would leave notes for her inside her lunchbox, encouraging her to have a good day at school. Other times he would buy her toys that she wanted to make up for time missed. Though she wished her father was around more often she loved and treasured the notes and gifts. Her father was her hero, in more ways than one.

Priscilla was born different, a truth she had discovered at a very young age. When she was eight she wanted her mother to buy her a specific dress, however, she refused. Priscilla, not wanting the argument to end, grabbed her mother's hand and refused to let ago. All of the sudden her mother stopped arguing and turned around. Priscilla then watched her mother grab not one but several of the dresses hanging on the rack.

"Does this satisfy you?" was the question her mother asked her.

Priscilla nodded happily and didn't say anything else as they made their way to the front of the store. Priscilla believed that once her mother was finished shopping they would make their way home but that was not the case. Instead, her mother went out of her way to cater to Priscilla's every whim. Whatever she asked for her mother gave to her without any objection.

By the time the day was over Priscilla had several new outfits, shoes to match, toys, and all the sugary treats she'd asked for. Her mother also allowed her to stay up and wait for her father to return home.

When her father came home he was surprised to find her still awake and his wife no where to be seen.

Priscilla ran to her father and jumped into his arms. He gave her a kiss on the forehead before putting her down, a perplexed look on his face.

"Honey what are you still doing up?" he asked confused. "Where's your mother?"

"Mommy's asleep," she responded with a toothy grin. "And she said I could stay up and wait for you."

"But you're supposed to be in bed. It's almost midnight and you have school in the morning."

"I know but I wanted to be up when you came home. I'm a big girl now."

Her father opened his mouth to speak but suddenly found himself being pulled down the hallway.

"Come daddy, come see my new stuff," she said excitedly as she ran the hall, her father having no choice but to follow.

His eyes widen as he walked into his daughter's room to find bags and boxes all over the floor. "Sweetheart," he whispered. "What's all this?"

"My new stuff," Priscilla grinned happily as she picked up one of her new toys. "Mommy brought it for me. Do you like it?"

"I do honey but why did mommy buy you all these things."

"'Cause I asked her to."

"You asked her his to," he repeated slowly. "And she said yes?"

"Well not at first. I only wanted a new dress but mommy said no but I really wanted it so I grabbed her hand to ask her again but I didn't have to say anything 'cause she got me three."

"You touched her hand."

"Yup and she got me everything I wanted."

Her father didn't say anything else. Kissing her on the cheek, he left the room and made his way to the bedroom he shared with his wife. He walked over to his wife's sleeping form and gently shook her shoulder.

"Mary," he said, shaking his wife awake.

His wife startled awake, eyes blinking as she sat up to find her husband sitting next to her. "Joseph, what's going on?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep.

"Nothing sweetheart," he replied softly. "Everything's fine."

"Then why-"

"I wanted to talk to you about Priscilla," he said and began to explain when his wife gasped and her eyes widen.

"Has she said anything," she asked, voice trembling. "I got her everything she asked for."

"I know, she showed me the gifts."

"Is she mad. Oh god, I have to fix this."

Joseph jumped back as his wife climbed out of the bed in haste and ran to the door. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back before she could reach the door. "Marilyn," he called out to her as tears began to fall from her eyes. He didn't understand what was going on. "What is wrong with you?"

"I did just like she asked," Marilyn whispered, her body shaking. "I gave her everything she asked for. Is she not happy? Does she want more? I'll do whatever she wants."

Joseph wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close. "Mary I need you to calm down," he whispered softly in her ear. "Calm down."

Her body stopped her trembling and the crying ceased. After a few moments she pulled away and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. "Joseph-"

"Are you alright?" he asked concernedly.

"Yes," she replied, shaking her head. "Yes, I'm alright. I...I don't know what came over me."

"You're alright. You're fine."

"But I-"

Joseph interrupted her. "It doesn't matter. We can talk about it in the morning," he said adamantly. He gently tugged her wrist and lead her back to the bed. "Right now you need to go back to sleep. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I just need to sleep."

"That's all you need."

Mary didn't say anything, instead she climbed into the bed and allowed herself to be tucked in.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Once again she did as she was told, closing her eyes.

When he was sure that she was asleep he slowly made his way out of the room and headed back to his daughter's room. He arrived to find her wearing one of her new dresses and playing with her toys. "Priscilla it's time for bed," he said as he came to a halt behind her.

"But I wanna stay up."

"You can't stay up. You have school in the morning."

She shook her head defiantly. "I don't wanna go to school."

Joseph sighed. "Priscilla I am not going to argue with you. Go to bed now."

Priscilla turned to her father, a pout on her face as she stood up. "But daddy-"

"No buts Priscilla, get in the bed."

Not wanting to do as her father asked, Priscilla reached out and grabbed her father's wrist.

Joseph gasped as his mind began to flood with his daughter's demands. They were slowly overwriting his own thoughts and his mind wanted to comply to Priscilla's wishes. Yanking his hand away, he took a few deep breaths and glared down at his daughter. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Don't lie to me Priscilla," he replied sternly.

She shook her head. "I'm not lying," she stated with a frown. "I don't understand what you mean."

The look on her face was proof enough that she had no idea what she had down, what she was capable of. Sighing, he knelt down next to her and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay honey. I'll explain everything."

Ten years later - 2000

That night with her father he explained everything. He told her that she was born special, with a gift like him. He explained to her that he used his gift to help people better their lives and themselves. He also explained to her that he didn't know where their gifts came from nor did he know if there were others out there like them but they had to keep their gifts a secret. And so she did. She never told anyone about her gift, not even her mother, and wore gloves as a means to keep from physically touching anyone. It worked, for a while.

It was a few weeks before her last day of school. In a few weeks she would leave high school forever and start her journey to become an adult. She was siting in the courtyard, studying for History final when her notebook flew across the table. Priscilla look up to find one of the school's biggest and worst bullies standing across from her with a grin on his face.

"Go away Brad," she sneered as she leaned down to pick of the thrown notebook. However, before she could reach for it Brad put his foot on top of it.

"But why would I leave when I'm having so much fun with you," he smirked, kicking the notebook away from the table.

Priscilla looked around to see the few people sitting outside all had their eyes on them. Huffing, she didn't say anything as she stood up. She tried to move past the boy to retrieve her property but found herself being pushed back.

"Where do you think you're going?" he laughed as she tumbled back.

She remained silent and made a move to push pass him again but this time instead of pushing her he grabbed her by the wrist and twisted it. Priscilla hissed in pain, trying to pull away from the other boy but he was too strong.

"What's the magic word?" he spat hatefully as he continued putting pressure on her wrist.

As her peers looked on, watching but doing nothing to intervene, Priscilla growled angrily. '"Why don't you do us all a favor and go play in traffic," she replied,trying to pull away again. She expected him to continue his attack but suddenly she found herself from his hold. Priscilla immediately moved away from him, rubbing her wrist as she looked up him with a heated glare and a frown. However, the frown slipped when she noticed the glassy stare in Brad's eyes.

"Would that please you?"

Before she could say anything Brad took off running, away from the courtyard and across the field. She tried calling out to him, along with the other students, but he didn't stop. He continued to run until he was standing on the edge of the field, right next to street.

Suddenly Brad turned around, a soft smile on his face, as he focused his attention on Priscilla. "This is for you Priscilla," he cried out and took a step backward. Right in front of an oncoming car.

Cries rang out as everyone' watched the scene play out in front of them. Some immediately rushed to aid the injured teenager while others ran inside to get a faculty member. Priscilla, however, remained firmly in place.

Later on that night Priscilla was lying in bed, barricaded in her room when she heard a soft knock on the door. "Go away," she instantly responded, burying her head deeper in her pillow.

"We need to talk," her father replied softly and without waiting for permission entered the room. Priscilla refused to turn over but it didn't stop him from walking over to the bed and sitting down. "What happened today wasn't your fault," he said calmly.

"Yes it is and you know it," she hissed back without turning around. "I almost killed him."

"But you didn't. Since the car wasn't going that fast when he was hit he only suffered from minor injuries. He will make a full recovery."

"But it doesn't change what I did. I got upset," she growled. "I lost control and because of it I commanded him to go play in traffic."

"Priscilla it wasn't your fault."

"I don't even know how it happened," she whispered softly as she finally turned over and faced her father. "I was wearing the gloves, like always. He wasn't even touching my skin and yet I was still able to get him to do what I wanted. No one is safe around me."

"Priscilla-" he sighed, reaching for his daughter's hand.

But she continued, shrugged her father's hand away. "And the worst part of it all is a small part of me liked it. I liked watched him get hurt. It felt good."

"Honey there's nothing wrong with that."

"Isn't it. I was happy he got hurt."

He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Well from what you've told me about him he deserved what happened to him."

"How can you say that?" she sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm a monster."

"No," was his stern reply. "You are my daughter. You are the only thing in this world that matters to me."

"But-"

"You were protecting yourself and yes, as a result someone got hurt but better them than you. Always better them than you," he repeated as he pressed a kiss against her hair. He continued holding his daughter as she cried against him, stroking her hair lightly. "Now, here's what we're going to do. You're going to put this behind you."

"But what if someone ask me about it?"

"They can ask but you're just as confused as they are," he stated. "You said it yourself Brad, he was a troublemaker. People will easily believe he did it as way to cause you grief. They'll take your side."

"And if they don't?" she asked nervously, pulling away slightly.

Joseph gave her a soft smile. "They will. We'll make them."

Priscilla let out a sigh of relief, hoping that the events of that day would quickly be put behind her.

However as the days passed the situation did not resolve itself. Brad had woken up and tried to leave his hospital room even though he was injured. The nurses had to restrain him from leaving and ultimately security had to be called to keep him in his room. He was then sedated and strapped to the bed to keep from moving. It didn't take long for Priscilla to find out why Brad had acted that way.

"He said he had to finish what he started," one of the students in her class said to her as they were entering the classroom. "He said it was the only way to please you."

Priscilla didn't say anything, instead turning on her heel and leaving the room. She didn't' stop until she was out of the building. She needed to get to the hospital fast. It was the only way to help Brad.

She walked into the hospital and immediately made her way towards the elevator. The entire school had known about the situation with Brad so she didn't need anyone to direct her to his room. As she stepped off the elevator, she looked down the hall. Priscilla could see which room belonged to Brad. However, his door was closed. Also there seemed to be two men standing outside his room room dressed in black suits. She could instantly tell they weren't regular police officers. Her first instinct was to get back on the elevator and leave but she had to see Brad. So, she made her way towards his room.

"Can I help you miss?" was the question asked by one of the guards at the door.

"Yeah, I go to school with Brad and I just wanted to see if he was okay."

"Your name?"

"Sarah," she lied, hoping they would believe her. She held her breath as the two men shared a glance before nodding and opening the door for her to enter and closing it behind her once she had. Priscilla gasped softly upon entering the room at the sight of Brad tied down to the bed as he continued thrashing about. "Brad," she called out tentatively as she took one small step forward.

The injured teenage boy's body immediately stilled at the sound of her voice. He slowly turned his head towards Priscilla and grinned wildly. "You came," he replied joyously.

"Yes Brad I did. I came to help you."

"You're going to free me aren't you?" he asked hopefully. "Free me so I can continue to do as you ask. Please you."

Priscilla shook her head sadly, moving closer to the bed. "No Brad, I don't want you to please me. I'm going to fix you."

Brad suddenly stopped grinning and began to frown. "Please don't be angry at me," he cried softly as tears began to fall from his eyes.

Unable to watch any longer Priscilla reached out, grabbed Brad's hand, and held it tightly in hers. "Brad listen to me, I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore. Do you understand."

Brad nodded his head. "I understand," he replied back.

"I want you to forget what happened between us and go back to the way you were before but without the bullying," she added after a forethought. "Do you understand?"

"I understand," he repeated again, nodding once more.

"Good," sighed Priscilla as she finally let go of his hand. She watched as Brad blinked his eyes a few times before finally focusing on her face with a frown.

"Priscilla what are you doing here?" he asked as his eyes scanned the room. "Why am I in the hospital? What the hell happened?"

"You were in an accident," answered Priscilla. "I'm just came to visit you, make sure you were okay."

"Why?"

"It was the right thing to do," was all she said, smiling as she turned to leave the room. Just before she reached the door, she heard her name being called.

"Hey Priscilla."

She turned to face Brad. "Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me Brad," she stated as she opened the door and left the room. Luckily for her the two guards posted at the door where no longer there so she quickly made her way towards the elevator. Priscilla had just pressed the button for the main floor when she noticed on of the guards making his way down the hall and towards Brad's room. Just as the doors closed she watched as he opened the door and rushed inside.

Priscilla didn't know why but she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach the entire ride home. From the moment she saw those guards she knew that they were more important than regular police officers. For a split second she wondered if they were from the government but quickly dismissed that theory. She just couldn't believe that the government would care about the incident that happened with Brad and she didn't believe that they knew she was the direct cause of it. Still, Priscilla's instincts were going into overdrive and she needed a plan of action immediately.

She raced inside her home and was immediately shocked to find her father there. "Dad," she whispered as she came to a halt.

"Priscilla what are you doing home? You're supposed to be in school," he replied back, crossing his arms across his chest."

"I know but I left. I had to go see Brad."

He frowned. "Why would you-"

"Because he wasn't getting better, he was getting worse," she explained guilty. "He kept trying to leave the hospital, stating that he needed to please me, and the only way to do that was to do as I ordered him. I had to fix him," she finished tearfully.

"Did you?"

"Yeah but there was something weird going on when I got there. There were men...guards standing outside his door."

"Hospital security most likely," her dad answered with a nod and a shrug.

"No," countered Priscilla shaking her head. "These men were not hospital security. In fact they looked more like the characters from Men in Black."

"You think they were government."

"I don't know but they sure weren't local."

Joseph stared at his daughter for a few moments before rubbing his face and sighing. "Okay here's what we're going to do. Go upstairs and pack a bag."

Priscilla stared at him confused. Out of the all the things she expected him to say, pack a bag was not one of them. "Why?"

"I don't know who those men are and I don't want to find out. We need to get you somewhere safe."

"You think they're here for me," she asked afraid. "Dad-"

But her father wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I won't let anything happen to you I promise," he whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.

Priscilla nodded her head and pulled away. With one final look towards her father, she ran upstairs and to her room to pack.

Ten minutes later she had a bag prepared and returned downstairs to find her father holding a bag in each hand. "Where's mom?"

"She's at Sharon's. We'll pick her up on the way."

Priscilla nodded and followed her father out of the house. They threw their bags into the backseat and were about to get into the car when they looked to see a black sedan pulling up behind them. She looked at her father nervously who immediately moved in front of her.

The doors to the sedan opened and two men, one of which Priscilla recognized as the guard from the hospital. "Dad."

Joseph pushed his daughter behind his back. "Can I help you?" he called out to the men.

"Hello Dr. Franklin," the man on the driver side said as he removed his sunglasses from his face. "There's no need to be alarmed. We're just here to talk."

"Well as you can see my daughter and I are in a hurry so maybe another time."

"Going on a trip."

"A small one," answer Joseph harshly. "I decided to take my family away for a few days. There's no crime in that."

He shook his head. "No there isn't. Still, I think we should talk."

"About what?"

"About what you're daughter can do."

Joseph inhaled sharply and began shaking his head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you want to protect your daughter but after she's dangerous," the other man replied, taking a step forward.

"I'm not dangerous," Priscilla retorted, finally speaking, shaking her head. "I didn't mean for anything to happen to Brad."

"But it did. That boy could have died because of you."

"Agent Miller please," the first man interceded. "We didn't come here to attack anyone," he replied calmly.

"Leave my daughter alone."

"Please understand Dr. Franklin we are not here to harm Priscilla. We here to help."

"Help me how?" asked Priscilla curiously.

"With your gift. I'm guessing it's active through touch."

"How did you know?"

"Brad. He was able to recall enough to tell us that you were holding his hand when your were speaking with him. And on the day of the accident he was touching you, twisting your arm when you yelled at him to go play in traffic."

"It shouldn't have happened," she began to explain sorrowfully. "As long as I wear the gloves I'm safe but he-"

"He made you angry. Your gift is tied to your emotions. The more emotional you become the harder it is for you to have full control," stated the first man. "There's a place you can go that will help you learn how to control your powers better and perhaps use your gift to help people."

"You're lying," spat Joseph as he moved to push his daughter further behind him. He was shocked when his daughter didn't move back but instead moved forward, away from and closer to the agents. "Priscilla."

"Can you really help me?" she asked timidly, continuing her journey towards the first man. "Can you really teach me to help and not hurt people."

"I can if you allow me."

"Why?"

"Because," he smiled softly. "I believe you have the potential to become something great and that's what the world needs more of, great people."

Priscilla nodded her head as she came to a halt. She was standing directly in front of the agent now and he continued smiling at her. She looked back her father and smiled sadly. "Daddy I want to go with them."

Joseph gasped and moved forward. "Honey no," he replied bitterly. "You don't know these men – they could be lying to you. You can't trust them."

"He's not lying," she responded turning her attention back to the man standing in front of her. "I don't how I know that I just do. He's telling the truth when he says that he can help me."

"Priscilla you don't need their help," he spat. "You have me remember. I can give you all the help you need."

She shook her head. "It's not just about the help. He's offering me a chance to do more. For so long I thought this power was a curse but if there's a way for me use it to help someone I would be a fool not to take it." Priscilla turned back to her father and gave him a bright smile. "I have to take it."

"What about your mother? She won't be happy with your decision."

"Mom will understand, she always does. She just wants what's best for me, just like you do."

Joseph listened to his daughter's words and stated at the expressions on her face. He knew this is what she wanted and probably what she needed more than anything he could give her. But it still was heartbreaking to see her adamant with her decision. He didn't care if his daughter trusted the men he didn't. Still, if this is what would make Priscilla happy he would concede. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay but first I would like your names and who you work for," he replied sternly as he came to stand next to his daughter..

"Of course," the man smiled. "That is Agent Miller and my name is Agent Coulson. We're from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"S.H.I.E.L.D," repeated Priscilla with a frown. "I never heard of that government agency."

"Very few have. We're tasked with protecting the world from the strange and unknown," Agent Coulson said with a friendly smile. He then stuck his hand and held it in front of Priscilla. "Nice to meet you Priscilla."

Priscilla stared at his hand nervously. She couldn't believe that he was willing to shake her hand fully knowing what she was capable of. He was showing her that he wasn't afraid and that he trusted her to do the right thing. So, she repeated the gesture, placing her hand inside his. "Nice to meet you to Agent Coulson," she replied back with a smile.

Three years later - 2003

Joseph Franklin anxiously waited for his daughter's arrival. Tomorrow was her birthday and she had been granted a few days off to spend time with her family. As he paced he couldn't help but remember how Priscilla's life had changed.

Coulson, true to word, took Priscilla to a place where she could be helped and trained in her powers. At first he was skeptical but after visiting Priscilla a few months after her training he slowly began to let go of his fears. Coulson had promised that his child would be safe and protected and that's all Joseph wanted for her. As the years passed Priscilla continued her training with S.H.I.E.L.D but never fully explained what she did for the agency. Whenever they talked Priscilla brushed off any questions pertaining to S.H.I.E.L.D and instead turned the focus back onto her parents. Joseph wanted to respect his daughter's right to privacy but he deeply wanted to know more about his daughter's job. He was all set to ask her the questions when she arrived for her visit.

Moments later the bell rang and Joseph immediately ran to answer. "She's here honey," he called out to his wife who was in the kitchen as he opened the door. The smile fell from his face however when it was Agent Coulson at the door and not Priscilla

"Agent Coulson," Joseph replied slightly taken aback. "Priscilla didn't mention you were coming as well."

"That's because I wasn't," came Coulson's somber reply. "May I come in?" he asked .

"Yes, of course." Joseph gave the man a nod and allowed him to enter the home. "Where's Priscilla?" he asked. "Is she in the car?"

"Dr. Franklin we need to talk. Is your wife around?"

"I'm right here Agent Coulson," Marilyn said with a smile as she came to stand by her husband's side.

"Mrs. Franklin." Coulson didn't say anything else as he was led to the living room and immediately took a seat across from the confused parents.

"Are you going to tell us where our daughter is?" asked Joseph sharply.

Coulson cleared his throat. "How much do you know about Priscilla's work with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Not much," answered Marilyn, shaking her head. "We ask her plenty about her job but she never says much about it. Only that it keeps her very busy."

"The truth is after Priscilla finished her training she was unsure of what she wanted to do with her life. S.H.I.E.L.D is a very large agency with many job opportunities available," Coulson began to explain. "I told her to think about what she wanted to do the most and the decision would easily come to her. I had no idea that she would come back a few days later and tell me her decision."

"Which was?" asked Joseph sternly.

"She wanted to become a field agent."

"Field agent...no," Marilyn replied shaking her head. "Priscilla wouldn't do something like that without telling us."

"She didn't want you to worry."

Joseph stared at the agent, anger growing with each passing moment as he began to tire waiting on an explanation about his child's whereabouts. "With all due respect Agent Coulson could you please tell us where Priscilla is," he said seething.

"There was an incident and I'm sorry to report that Priscilla was injured."

Both Joseph and Marilyn gasped at the news, tears forming in Marilyn's eyes as she spoke. "Injured. What do you mean injured?" she asked. "She's going to be alright isn't she?" she asked hopefully.

Agent Coulson didn't respond, instead the agent shook his head.

That was all the confirmation the parents needed to know that their child wasn't coming home to them at all. The sound of Marilyn's heartbreaking cries suddenly filled the room as the woman stood and ran out of the room.

Joseph could only stare at the man in front of him, an angry frown on his face. A swarm of emotions swirled through him as he tried his best to understand what he had been told. His daughter, his only child was now dead. Not only that but she had been living a double life that he knew nothing about. He just didn't understand any of it. "Tell me what happen?" he finally demand, his tone somber and dark.

Coulson shook his head. "I don't think-"

"Tell me what happened," he ordered the other man.

Coulson suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to respond to the man's question even though he knew it was against protocol. Before he could stop himself the words were falling out of his mouth. "There was a call yesterday. Apparently a person of interest had been spotted in an area near by and your daughter's team was called to report and bring the person into S.H.I.E.L.D's custody," he explained. "The team leader knew of Priscilla's plans and told her to stay behind because he knew how important this trip home was to her. But your daughter, she refused to leave her team on man down so she accompanied them on the mission. The suspect was captured but there was someone else there and they had a gun. Priscilla saw the man just as fired the gun at the team leader and before anyone could stop her she jumped in front of the bullet. She protected her team," Coulson finished somberly.

"At the expense of her own life," Joseph spat bitterly.

"It's what she's trained to do," Coulson replied firmly.

"She shouldn't even had been out there," seethed Joseph as he stood. "This is all your fault."

Coulson shook his head. "I didn't choose this life for her. It was her decision."

"No, if you hadn't come to us that day with your hope and your lies she wouldn't have been even known about S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I helped her," Coulson retorted, shaking his head once more.

"No," spat Joseph. "You killed her."

Coulson opened his mouth to respond but he was immediately silenced.

"Get out."

"Dr. Franklin-"

"I said get out," he yelled as he grabbed the man's arm and dragged him to the door.

Coulson allowed himself to be moved. He knew of multiple ways to remove himself from the man's hold but he couldn't bring himself to harm the grieving man. In fact he partly blamed himself for the young woman's death. He was the one who invited her to S.H.I.E.L.D and he supported her decision to become a field agent. He could have persuaded her into a different field but he didn't because he believed that she would be a great field agent. And she was. Her actions yesterday proved it. Still, he stayed silent as he lead to the door and pushed out of it. Coulson turned to Joseph, hoping to convey his sincerity once more but found the door slammed shut in his face. "I'm sorry for you loss," whispered Coulson as he turned and left.

On the other side of the door, Dr. Joseph Franklin fell to the ground and cried for the loss of his child.

Three days later Priscilla Franklin was buried.

Twelve Years Later - 2015

It had taken a long time but Joseph finally knew what he had to do. S.H.I.E.L.D was responsible for taking his daughter away from him and he was going to do whatever it took to destroy them. His wife believed him to be obsessed, choosing to leave him instead of helping him in his mission. He didn't care, he do everything on his own.

He used his life savings to obtain a new identity. Dr. Joseph Franklin disappeared. Along with his name came went his looks. His brunette hair, not a soft gray and blue eyes changed to brown. He also had a few cosmetic procedures done on his face and considered himself unrecognizable even to people who known for years. He changed his educational background, still a psychiatrist but degrees from different schools under his new name.

He found the top hackers, those who could get them information on S.H.I.E.L.D and especially the agent who ruined his life. It took time but his chance came when the news of S.H.I.E.L.D falling gave him the opportunity he needed. He was able to secure employment with the fallen agency and soon he knew it wouldn't be long before he could bring his plan in fruition. Lucky for him the man he had spent years looking for came looking to him for help.

It was easier than he thought. The man, more broken than he thought, mind was more accessible and easily persuaded. His gift worked easily and soon the director was spilling his secrets. His feelings and thoughts being twisted until he was no longer thinking on his own. Now retribution would come and Director Coulson would know what it was like to lose a child. But this time it wouldn't end there.

"No," the doctor replied shaking his head as he traced his finger over a picture of his daughter taken a year before her death. "No, I'm taking down the entire agency," he said to himself.

The sudden knock on his door caused him to place the picture back in his drawer. "Come in."

His secretary walked into the room. "Your next appointment has arrived Dr. Jones," she told him.

"Thank you Liza," he said with a smile.

So, what did you think. Honestly this was not the direction I was going with this chapter but it wanted to go in a different direction so I let it. In my opinion it came out even better than what I orginally had planned. I hope no one is confused about this chapter and if you are let me know and I will try my best to expalin it. I am currently working on the next chapter and I really hope I have it ready to be posted by the end of the week. I'll be back in the altered time line so for all those who missed Elizabeth, she'll be back. Anyways thanks for reading and if you liked it let me know. Until next time,

When life knocks you down, stay there and take a nap. They're great.

Ladycizzle