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A few hours and rounds of Mario Kart later, JARVIS said, "Miss, Mr. Stark has returned from his trip."

I clearly wasn't paying attention, because the next thing I heard was Tony shouting, "Who are you?"

I looked away from the game, "Oh, hey, Uncle Tony!" He just gave me a look and pointed to Clint. "Um, that's Clint. And, no, he is not my boyfriend. He's totally ancient."

Clint glared at me. "Dude, I'm 39."

I gestured to Clint. "See! Ancient."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I just want to know who the heck he is."

"He's a friend I met through work," I said putting my hands on my hips.

Tony looked over my shoulder. "What's your last name 'Clint'?"

"Tony," I put myself between the two, "you can trust him. Do you think I would bring him here if I didn't?"

"Fine! He can stay, just keep him out of the lab." He pointed his finger at me.

"Aye aye, Captain!" I dramatically saluted.

Tony just rolled his eyes again and walked down to the lab.

I looked over to the woman who came in with them. "You must be the new assistant. I'm Angie" I offered my hand.

She shook it. "Natalie."

I looked over to Clint who kept glancing back in forth between the tv and her. "Natalie, huh." Clint noticed me staring and glued his eyes to the screen. "Well, I'll let you get back to work. Good luck."

"I'll take all the luck I can get. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"You too." After Natalie walked off, i plopped down next to Clint and glared at him.

"What?"

"You know her or something?"

"Classified."

"She the undercover?"

"That's classified."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He just rolled his eyes. "You gonna play or what? Wanna another chance to beat the master?"

"Oh, it's on old man."

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Later that night….

I bolted up from my sleep, gasping for air. As I panicked, I felt my chest and my throat tighten. Grabbing the book on my nightstand, I threw it against the wall, hoping to get someone's attention.

When no one came, my throat tightened even more. My vision started to get blurry, tears beginning to fall. With all the energy i had left, I grabbed the glass cup off the nightstand and threw it against the wall.

As everything went black, the last thing I heard was it shattering and my door banging against the wall.

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Beep...beep….beep…

Ah my head hurts….What the hell….

"Director, she's waking up."

Someone opened my eyes and shined a flashlight, blinding me.

"Ms. Jarvis, can you hear me?"

Can I hear you? Ha! "I can hear you perfectly. I'm not so sure about my sight with that light you're shining in my eyes."

"Just making sure you're okay," she replied, turning it off. "And it looks like you are. Now if you'll excuse me…."

"You definitely are a Stark." I turned my gaze to the man standing in the room. "Not by blood, but you definitely have the spunk."

"Who are you?"

"Someone you can trust."

"And why is that?" I looked him over. "You wear an eye-patch and a trench-coat. That just screams 'No touchy' to me."

He uncrossed his arms and came to stand by the bed. "The fact that you are here at a SHIELD hospital and not in a civilian should give you enough of a reason, Ms. Jarvis."

"Still haven't given me a name or a reason."

"The name is Nicholas J. Fury, Director of SHIELD," he held out his hand. "Pleasure seeing you again, Angie."

As I shook his hand, I replied, "How do you-" My eyes flashed.

I saw my mom as she watched me play. She was weak, but she still had a smile on her face. He stood a distance away, keeping watch over us.

"I remember you. Less goatee, more fro, minus the eye-patch."

"Yes, it has been a long time." He smiled. "And you were barely to my knees and had curls that could have passed for a fro."

"What happened?" I asked.

"You'll have to be more specific."

"Last night," I replied. "All I remember is throwing the glass and the door bursting open."

"We don't know. After reviewing the footage from Stark's AI, all we know is you bolted up grasping your throat and chest, you threw the book and the glass, and then passed out as soon as Agent Barton and Ms Rushman entered the room."

He poured me a glass of water. "We hoped you could fill in the blanks."

"Might have been a nightmare, panic attack, i really don't know." I took a sip from the glass. "I threw the book to see if it would get someone's attention. When it didn't, i threw the glass. Just in time, I guess."

"You don't remember anything, do you?" I shook my head in reply. "Alright then…." he turned to leaved and stopped in the doorway to look at me again.

"Yes, Director?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, you just really look like your mother."

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