Hey... I realize that it's been quite some time since I've written for any story on my profile, especially this one. Like, six years, haha. I was an innocent 16 year old when I started this story, and now I'm a 22 year old alcoholic šŸ˜. This is a short chapter that I found while going through my google docs, and I thought I'd add a little and kind of post it as a teaser, I guess. I'm going to try to write more as I get better.

Not going to do individual replies to the reviews I've gotten for this last chapter, but I want to address all of you: It's because of your love of this story and the eagerness to see more that I even bothered to dust off an old draft. I really do love the support and I hope that old followers, and new, will help support this again so that I can keep it going. Thank you, and enjoy.

Matt stared at the man - Fury - in shock for a moment before he found his voice again. "You want me? Me? Are you sure? Fury gave him a maddeningly calm smile.

"I'm always sure."

He mentally went over in his head everything that S.H.I.E.L.D. could possibly want from him. This organization could just be trying to use him for all he knew. "And what," he said finally, "would I get out of all of this?" He motioned with his hand as he spoke. Fury motioned for him to sit at a chair in front of the desk that he hadn't noticed beforehand. Slowly, he sat, with the Romanoff woman standing behind him. Fury stared at him with his one eye.

"Son, I'm not going to lie to you. You possess powers that anyone would kill for. We would rather have you on our side than on the side of an enemy." He rested his elbows on the desk and folded his hands, leaning forward slightly with his upper body. "You are aware, I assume, that the majority of the public believes you had a hand in the destruction that occurred in downtown Seattle."

Matt swallowed, casting his gaze downwards. "Iā€¦ wasn't under the impression that they thought of me as a hero, although I thought that maybe me stopping my cousinā€¦" His face pinched as he thought of it, the moment the spear had passed through Andrew, and was immensely grateful he hadn't seen his face.

"Can - do I get time to think it over?" He asked, briefly looking towards either agent next to him before returning his focus to Fury. "It's just, y'know, a really big decision to make."

"Sure," Fury said easily, "I know choosing to be either a member of a respected team or a fugitive is always a tough choice."

Matt glared at him slightly. It wasn't really that simple, but continuing as he had was leading him no further to understanding the truth of what had happened to him and his friends, what he was now. He assumed that, considering the aliens faced by the Avengers almost a year ago - around the same time that he, Steve, and Andrew discovered the glowing rock - they may have a better time of figuring out what was going on.

"I have conditions," he started. "And I want to make sure you'll follow through."

"Naturally," Fury said calmly. "Let's begin."