Third Person's POV- Boston, Massachusetts – Coffee Shop Down the Street from Harvard Medical School

Clint Barton was sitting down in the back corner of the coffee shop. He could see every exit and could see everyone who walked in or out. He knew the girl he was assigned to watch had a strict routine and part of that routine was coming in to the coffee shop for a snack and another dose of caffeine at exactly 3: 30pm to get her through the rest of the day. She practically lives off the stuff He thought to himself. He figured he'd take advantage and get himself a cup as well.

Today was different though half way through his coffee his Supervising Officer or SO Coulson had walked in and taken a seat in front of him.

"Agent Barton" Coulson greeted.

"Phil, wasn't expecting to see you here." Clint answered.

"I didn't know I was coming, How's the asset?"

"Same as always, Sticks to the same routine. Nothing eventful since the night she fainted a couple of weeks ago."

"Has she experienced any other dizzy spells or fainted?"

"No, I think that was caused by whatever was stressing her out combined with her habit of forgetting to eat."

"That's good" Phil says and then passes Clint a file.

"What's this?"

"Your new assignment"

"Oh, So we're not recruiting her?" Clint asked.

"That's actually why I'm here. Director Fury called last night, said to present her with the option see if she'll take it"

"She won't" Clint said.

"Why do you say that?"

"I've been shadowing her for weeks and I have to say I can see why Fury thinks she'd make a good asset. Sixteen and already two masters, a Ph.D and in medical school, Great instincts even though she doesn't know she has them, the kid's brilliant but she's a kid, she's not ready for what the life of an agent would be like."

"What makes you think we want her as an agent?"

"They sent you." Clint retorts. "She'll be here in about fifteen minutes. Buy her coffee before you start the SHIELD talk it's the only way you'll get her to concentrate on what you're saying." He said before getting up and walking out of the coffee shop.

He took a few steps outside the coffee shop when he saw her. She was wearing knee high dark brown boots with dark jeans and a while top and an olive coat and a scarf. Her long brown hair was blown into her face by the wind as she was passing by the vintage bookstore a few shops down the coffee shop. She stopped and looked at something in the window that caught her attention like it had every other day. Clint looked at her one last time before turning around and walking the other way.

Nora's POV-

Things have finally settled down, for now anyway. Dad is making plans to finish taking out the Ten Rings and destroying any remaining weapons. I on the other hand am focusing on school. I am acing all of my classes and I started volunteering at the free clinic. Its nowhere near as exciting as helping dad fight terrorists but I've had enough excitement for a while.

It was a nice day so I decided to take a walk instead of taking the bus to the coffee shop like I always do. I look at the different window displays as I walk and I stop at this vintage bookshop. The display is decorated with a 1940's theme with everything from books to comics. One thing catches my attention. There was an old comic strip. To most people it would just look like a random comic but as I took a closer look I saw the initials at the corner of the page, SGR. I remembered Peggy once mentioned that Steve was a freelance artist before the war. I wasn't even sure if this was one of his but either way I went into the shop and bought it. With my purchase in my bag I then walked over to the coffee shop a few shops down. They had the best mocha lattes and the atmosphere of the shop was good for studying or just people watching.

I walked into the shop and started to walk to the counter when someone came up to me. He was a middle-aged man, a few inches taller than me. He was wearing a suit.

"Doctor Martell," He said. "I'm Agent Coulson with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"Wow you really need a new name," I say

"We get that a lot," He says with a small smirk. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

I was about to say no but I figure free coffee. That and I'm kind of curious to know what SHIELD does. I've hacked them like two or three times now and still don't know exactly what they specialize in.

"Uh, sure."

We order our drinks and then go sit down in a booth in the back of the shop.

"We've had our eye on you for a while." He says.

"You have?" I say skeptically

"You graduated with summa cum laude honors at MIT at 16 with a masters degree in mechanical engineering and biochemistry and a Ph. D in thermonuclear astrophysics. Then you went on to medical school where I believe you are just about to finish your first semester. You have recommendations from almost all your professors and you've actually published a few papers. A resume like yours turns a lot of heads." He says.

"What can I say, I had a lot of free time." I say casually.

"You have a lot of potential, You've accomplished a lot for someone your age and I'm confident you can excel even more at SHIELD. You can be a great asset."

And there it is, that word. Asset.

"Tell me agent, what does shield actually do?"

"We're an intelligence agency." He says confidently.

"Like the CIA?" I question.

"Not exactly. We're not as obvious as the CIA." He says.

"So Black Ops, and other things that if you told me you'd probably have to kill me." I say humorously.

"Something like that." He says with a small smile. "There's a lot more to SHIELD than just that. We have state of the art research facilities. Technology that is years ahead of its time. I'm sure you would fit right in."

"Thanks Agent, but I think I'll pass. I want to help people not follow the political agenda of whoever's in charge." I say as I start to get up.

He gets up and says, "You don't have to decide right now." He hands me a packet. "Look things over and if you change your mind my card is in the file."

"I won't but thanks for the coffee." I said. I shook his hand and walked out.

I walked back to my apartment and got back to studying. I don't know how long much time had passed but by the time I decided to take a break it was dark outside.

My phone started ringing. I looked around for my bag and then dug my phone out of it. By then whoever was calling had hung up. I was going to put my phone back in when I saw the comic strip I had bought earlier. The edges were a bit warned out but other than that it was in near mint condition. I figured I'd frame it and hang it up near my desk. I saw a bit of writing on the edge of the comic it said 'Til the end of the line' that's weird. I yawned and figured I'd call it an early night.

I put my phone near my nightstand and laid down. I saw the photo of Steve and Bucky. "Night Guys"