It had been weeks before Carter heard anything else. Not only had she lost faith in getting the job, but she also lost confidence in herself. "I have other skills than computers," she wanted to scream into the abyss. She could speak three other languages: Spanish, German, and Japanese. She could learn more if that was what was required. That was a skill, wasn't it? The ability to learn languages. She could also program.

It was often asked of her that if being good at computers just automatically meant that you would be good at programming. She always wanted to slam her head against a wall, a really hard wall. Programming was its own language with so many dialects. Oh, make that four different languages.

She was also a... Not, that wouldn't help. If anything, that would make sure she wasn't going to get the job. She was brought out of her thoughts by thing ringing of her landline. She walked to her kitchen and picked up the line.

"Hello?" she spoke into the phone.

"Hey, Carter, you have a package here," Mal's voice came from the other end. "What did you order, girl?"

"I didn't order anything."

"Doesn't really matter. It's addressed to you. You gotta come down and get it," Mal said as he hung up. Carter quickly got her keys out of the bowl, made her way down the hall toward the stairs, and flew, literally, down them. Once she was downstairs, she walked toward where Mal was stationed.

From down the hallway, she could see the humongous package that Mal was referencing. As soon as Mal saw her, he stood up and got the clipboard that she knew she would have to sign.

"Who is this from?" Carter asked him, grabbing the board from him.

"Don't know," Mal said, suspicion quickly coloring his voice. "It doesn't say anywhere on it. Do you need any help with this nonsense?"

Feeling the package out, she decided that she would be able to handle it. "No, thanks, Mal. I got this," she said as she slid the packages toward her and walked toward the elevator. As she turned around and pushed the button, she saw Mal's surprised look at her. He always was when he thought he saw her physically pick up something heavy.

The elevator rang behind her; she walked backward with a slight smirk partially hidden behind the upper lip of the box until the elevator doors closed in front of her.

As soon as Carter got to her floor, she raced toward her door and mentally unlocked it. If it was any other time, she would be wary of an unmarked package. She could already feel the excitement building up inside of her, yet this could, in fact, be anything.

She quickly placed that package on her kitchen table and used her keys to slice through the pounds of tape attached. Why must people use regular tape; it always put her on edge. Just use tape meant for shipping things. As she lifted the cardboard flaps, she saw a single manilla envelope surrounded by black paper. Picking up the envelope, she realized that it was quite bulky. She tore through the adhesive flap and quickly took all of the documents out. The front page was a letter which said:

Carter Williams: We would like to welcome you to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. We know you must be confused about the large package you have just received, but it is everything you will possibly need. Make sure to secure everything that is inside so that it does not get into the wrong hands. I will admit that your familial connection made me skeptical of allowing you this honor, but we have talked. This means that you are both in agreement that this is the best place for you. As of now, you are a new IT personnel at a large electronics firm. This firm is relocating you to Florida to help set up their new base of operations. Of course, you may let your father know the truth, as we have already spoken, but that should be it. It is somewhat the truth; of course, you will be located in Florida. Along with the letter, all of the paperwork you will need for both SHIELD and your cover. Once again, welcome to SHIELD. Nicholas Fury, Director

Below his name was a fancy signature that looked like messy scribbles and the imprint of an eagle. Carter felt like screeching, but that wasn't being very secretive. Instead, she looked through all of the paperwork that was included. In the stack was a plane ticket for Miami, Florida that left in a week, paperwork concerning her "employment," and an apartment lease agreement for living quarters that was close by to the "company." It seemed to be a place to stay if individual members of her family decided to stop by wanting to see her.

But now, it was time for the main event. She pulled the black paper off of what was left in the box. On top was a jacket with the same eagle imprinted on the shoulder. She pulled it out and hung it in her hands in front of her. It weirdly looked to be her size. She really shouldn't have been surprised by the slightly creepy government agency. Placing the jacket beside the box, more in the same style joined it. She also found pants, undershirts, and a pair of combat books.

Underneath all the clothing, she could see a large metal container. Taking it out of the cardboard, she saw it was a combination safe. She opened and found all of her SHIELD paperwork. On top, she found what looked to be a badge with the emblem on it. Inside, she found her driver's license photo and the standard information you would find on one, except for the bolded "Level One" stamped on it. Thankfully that was the day after she touched up her hair dye. It looked just like a typical picture. Placing the badge back into the safe, she looked through the rest of it. The paperwork inside of it contained her assignment, and the entry-level work that she would be doing. Also, information that her level may go up the longer she was around and the amount of work and security level that she would be working with. At the bottom of everything, she found a computer. She could feel that it was a pretty big piece of equipment, but she also knew that she could do more with it if given the time. She also found a phone on the inside that she knew was now her work phone. She was so wrapped into looking through the things that she flew up when she heard a knock on the door, ready to bolt.

"Whos there?" she called as she dropped back down to the floor.

"It's your dad," came the voice on the other side.

Looking past the door, she could tell that he was the only one there. She opened the door to let him in quickly shut the door behind him. His eyes locked immediately on the contents of the table.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Florida," she replied.

"Who are you working for?"

"This upcoming electronics company that's moving there. They want my help programming their new technology."

"Well, at least your cover is something that sounds like you. It helps when dealing with your nosy sister."

"Nina just likes to take care of her streak. Nothing wrong with that."

"It is when she gets Danni to help her," her dad said, amused.

"Yeah, that could be a problem," Carter said, actually deep in thought.

Bringing her into his arms and out of her thoughts, "I'm proud of you," he said softly.

"He said that he talked to you."

"Only to confirm that you would never work for me and that I understood that I wouldn't ask you anything outside of my need-to-know basis. This was all you, honey."

Carter felt content hearing this. She was afraid that this was her dad's doing, of someone trying to get into his good graces again instead of wanting just her for being herself. Settling into his arms more, Carter thought through all that she would have to do. In fact, she only had a week before her next chapter began.