The second they landed Hollis stepped away from the archer to avoid any kind of reaction he would have, stomach related or otherwise. Looking around she found herself in the Directors office that she had seen from the Chosen's magical info dumps. Behind her, Purple Man raced to the trash bin next to the desk and started heaving.

"You alright there? Would've thought you Yanks had stronger stomachs with some of the stuff you eat. Appears that I was wrong."

Looking up when he finally got the last of stomach contents out he threw her a mild glare. "Mind explaining what the fuck that was? I feel like I was pushed through a straw and thrown into one of those taffy machines where they stretch it out, and it's not a fun feeling."

Letting out a chuckle, Hollis shook her head. "It really isn't, is it? What we just did is called Apparition, a form of teleporting. Basically, I just twist and concentrate, and bam I'm where I was thinking of. Sorry about the nausea and the no warning bit, I knew if I asked you'd say no, and I'm not really interested in this taking any more time than necessary. The nausea is just unavoidable, you eventually get used to it I suppose. I know it's much worse with Side-Along but, again, it was the quickest way where I didn't have to ask."

"There's a lot of information to unpack there but alright." He stood up and trained his bow at me. "And for the records, I will not be doing that again."

"Sure you won't," she said with a snort.

After a few moments of silence and Hollis just wandering around and looking at things he spoke. "I can't seem to get into contact with my handler, but I should be taking you down to a holding room now, not let you walk around the Director's office."

"Oh yeah, your coms won't be working, magic does that to muggle technology, but don't worry, the Director and your handler should be here any moment now.

It was at that exact moment that the door flew open and an enraged Pirate marched in with an armed sidekick seconds behind. The Pirate looked like a cross between Kingsley Shackelbolt and Moody, standing at a little less than two metres, or about six feet. The Sidekick seemed like a normal middle aged man who worked as an accountant. Funnily enough, they were both bald, which was something Hollis hadn't seen in a while, what with most wizards not having time to get any sort of haircut because of the war.

Smiling, she said, "Ah! So you must be the Director and the Handler I've heard both so much yet so little about! Let's get through your questions, yes? I had a very strange encounter earlier that left me utterly exhausted and I have to wake up early tomorrow morning if I'm going to make it to the online seminar I signed up for."

The three men watched her, until Mr. Pirate sighed. "Such dramatics."

"She's a kid sir, what else would you expect?" Arrow Man said.

"Romanoff was never so dramatic when she first arrived."

With a roll of his eyes the Archer replied, "Yes, but we both know that was because of her extensive prior training."

"My point still stands Barton."

Hollis let the name roll around her mind until it clicked. "Isn't she that super scary Russian lady? And did you say Barton? As in Laura Batron? Don't tell me you're the husband she mentioned. This world cannot possibly be that small."

The men looked back at her. "Barton, how does she know your wife?"

"She apparently saved them the other day. Two men were following her and Lila and attacked them with weapons, and the next thing Laura knows Hollis here is taking the men down within seconds. Apparently offered to be friends and gave her a number."

"Which I would like to mention that I wouldn't have given that to her had I known she was your wife. I wasn't planning on getting involved in any SHIELD business for at least quite a few years." Hollis said.

The Director raised a brow at her. "So you were planning on getting involved at all?"

Hollis raised an eyebrow. "That's irrelevant. We have more important things to talk about. Ask your questions and I'll answer what I can. As I've already said, I'd like for this to go as quickly as we can make it." She walked over to the table by the window and took a seat gesturing to the men to do the same. "So. Where would you like to start?"

While the two others stayed standing the Pirate sat across from her. "How about with your name? Where you're from? Why there's no existing record of you prior to a few weeks ago?"

"Oh! Those first two are easy. My name is Hollis Jamie Dorea Black. I was raised in Surrey, England until I turned eleven when I was sent to a prestigious boarding school in Scotland. That last question is a bit trickier to answer and I can't give all the details but I'll do my best." When the Director gestured for her to continue, Hollis summoned a bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass, pouring herself a drink.

"The prestigious boarding school I mentioned? It's called Hogwarts. Stupid name, I know, but it's suposesdly the best at what it does." She took a sip. "Hogwarts is a school for the Magically Gifted, and not just any of us either, only the best. A school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents were apparently both magic users, my father coming from a long line of them, my mother the first in hundreds of years. They were murdered when I was only fifteen months old on Halloween of 1981, yes you heard me right I meant '81, by an evil Dark Lord that decided that because of some half baked prophecy made by a high drunk in a sketchy tavern while she was trying to land a job teaching divination, that he should kill me. The gist of the thing is that only I could kill him and only he could kill me, yadda yadda yadda." She downed the rest of her glass and poured herself a new drink. "Sorry, did you want any?"

"No, we're fine thank you," the Director answered for the three of them.

She shrugged and kicked her feet up onto the table. "Suit yourselves. Anyway, he ended up 'dying' that night, only after killing my parents, and the Wizarding World celebrated, lauding me as a hero. The next ten years are irrelevant but when I was 11 I re-entered the Wizarding World, all knowledge of magic having been kept from me by my relatives. I was nearly killed at least once a year for the next seven years and it was in that first year that I found out the Dark Lord that I had supposedly killed was very much still alive, just as a phantom. Cutting out a lot of unimportant bits, it was roughly three years after that when the second Blood War started. I was trained and trained and trained, people seemed to forget that when it all started I was only 14. Everybody's hopes were placed on me, as if they hadn't ostracised me completely two out of the four years I had been there. So I fought. I didn't want more people to die because of me. I lost so many people in those three and a half years, but it was okay because I had my bestfriend. It didn't matter when I found out I had been manipulated practically since birth, that I had been raised as a lamb to the slaughter, because I had two people that would always love."

"Now, you're probably wondering, 'if this is all true, SHIELD would have heard about this'. And you'd be right. Except for the fact that it didn't happen here at all. Those two best friends I mentioned? Yeah well they betrayed me, had the government send me through a magic death portal so that they could get my fortunes or some shit. What they didn't know was that during the war, with my fantastic luck, I'd managed to become Mistress of Death. I literally cannot fucking die. So, instead, what you could call my generals, sent me here instead. A reality almost exactly like my own, simply with a different brand of magicks, of science, of heroes. That's why there's no record of me until a few weeks ago, because in this reality, I didn't exist." Swirling her glass, she chugged her second cup and wiped her mouth.

"If what you say is true, why this reality? And how do you know so much?" asked the Sidekick that had entered with the Pirate.

"Ah. Well my "generals" sent me here purely to interfere with SHIELD business. Told me about your skills, annoyingly enough didn't tell me most of your names, things like that. Catching me up on the times. When I was tossed through it was 1999, so as you can imagine it's been a shock. There's not much else I can say right now without messing up timing so that my information stays solid. I do, however, have two somethings that might gain your trust and convince you I'm not insane."

"And what's that?" asked the Director.

Hollis looked at both him and the Sidekick. "I happen to know about Project Insight and that more than a few not-so-nice Germans have infiltrated SHIELD decades ago and plan on using that to further their agenda in a way you could probably figure out yourself."

"You could have figured it out from when you intercepted that agent that Barton apprehended." He replied.

"Sure. That'd tell me about the Germans. But not about Project Insight. But if that's not enough, I happen to know all about that handy dandy pager in the left hand inside pocket of your suit jacket and who gave it to you. I also know that you have the object that gave them their abilities. That object, along with five others of equal power are why I am here. Now, we could either work in tandem on this, or I could disappear off the face of this Earth and do as much as I can from the shadows."

Getting up from her seat and vanishing the glass and bottle she lifted a brow and stuck out her hand to the Director the same way a young blonde boy once did to her oh so many years ago.

"So. What's it going to be?"

/AN: Hey y'all, I'm so sorry for the wait. I had finals in May and early June and I've just moved cross country so it's been insane. I'm sorry if the chapter is weird. I had a sudden burst of inspiration and pounded it out in like two hours. I wanted to get this out ASAP. The next chapter is already started so the wait shouldn't be nearly as bad. Thank you so much for your patience and leave a review!/