"Right sir," I said to catch his attention reading off the to-do list of the day, "looks like you have a lunch meeting with Sean Hun, and you should have a few packages arriving some time in the afternoon." He nodded seemingly distracted, which almost seemed out of character for the well put together man. "Are you alright sir?"

He took a sharp inhale before shaking his head, "Yes I'm quite alright, thank you Saoirse." Lord he still couldn't say my name right, though he does try...bless him.

I was just exiting his office but was stopped by his voice, "Actually, Saoirse? Could you come here a second?" Urm...why? Closing the door with much unease, there were about a hundred different thoughts flying through my head. "What happened to you?" Internally I couldn't help but feel relieved, here I was not thinking of the obvious.

"I was mugged, sir." His eyebrows twitched like they didn't know where he wanted them to go.

"Does the academy not teach you self defence?" Glancing down I channeled my indignation as embarrassment.

"No sir, only agents who are specifically studying field work get to do active training."

"I see." Do you? What do you see? "You didn't go with Agent Rumlow yesterday." And there was one of the oh-so-many reasons I was worried about us having a "talk".

"No sir," Quick excuse what's a good excuse? "He didn't warn me ahead of time nor did he make it seem like it was urgent, so I figured it could be done in an open spot between deadlines." The sheer amount of wrinkles in this man's face sure do exaggerate every emotion on his face. But he still had a creepy vibe that just felt disingenuous.

"Be sure that you do, you can always trust Agent Rumlow Saoirse." Blinking owlishly and just feeling relatively uncomfortable now, I slowly nodded.

"Of course, I'll just go and get your coffee sir." Anything to get out of this damn office. Instantly the intensity changed and he was entirely dismissive with his nod, which normally would have bothered me but really now no way in hell it gave me an out. It was only once I exited his office that I pulled my phone out to check exactly how much longer I had with this internship. Fuck, two weeks? So close and yet so very very far.

Where on earth should I go? Some place quiet at least, not too hot either like holy hell D.C. was a MISTAKE in the heat department. Probably the Netherlands, no one would ever think the Netherlands. Would just have to brush up on my Dutch and I'd be right as rain.

I smiled to myself and started off to make the ever daily trek to the cafeteria down below, once again to get someone coffee. Does no one here drink tea? Those that do though I've noticed can't make a cuppa worth for shit, some of the heathens even microwave their water! Nothing says more about a person than how they take their tea in my opinion.

In the elevator my thoughts continue to drift as I was alone. I wouldn't even have to work, this was an attempt to just further my interest in engineering and creating cool stuff. I do the same with other creative outlets, albeit without as many sparks or explosions in the way I do things. But no, I was really able to retire back when I was a scared eighteen year old when everything was just utter chaos. My experience with the deaths of those close to me has gotten me inheritances. Like "sucks that people you love have died congrats here's some money!"

I chuckled under my breath and then grimaced seeing the view from the glass walls of the elevator. Yeah, definitely somewhere really nice in the Netherlands, away from cities and the like. I'll finally be able to integrate into village life like a freaking normal person again. Even if I will never be able to fully relax killing the paranoia of shield following me. I would leave now, but then they would search for me all the harder than if I wait out the end of working here before vanishing.

Suddenly seeing my reflection had me grimacing again, not even at the injuries just at how almost...sick I look. The paranoia is getting to me, long sleepless nights of being worried about my fears being true, being sniped through a window, or anything worse whatever it may be. I have absolutely no business with the like of Alexander Pierce or Brock Rumlow whatsoever, this ends whatever it is. Or it will soon in any case.

The lower floor slammed me with a sense of noise that was just irritating. Cities have so many people why was I sent here of all places? I'm still trying to figure it out, Grant was absolutely no help at all in that department because his response was, and I quote, "I'm the infiltration specialist, a literal spy, and you are being more paranoid than me right now. Calm your jets Saoirse." He got a punch for that one, gut feelings are never to be trifled with.

Grinning at the gal who is the absolute best at making coffee as I am told, I called out, "Boss man again!" She rolled her eyes and already got to work starting up the machine and whatever long and strenuous process the absolute monstrosity that is Mister Pierce's coffee.

"Lord man, why are you even still working for the man if he's just having you do coffee runs?" She asked while peering up through her lashes, gold glittery eyeliner bringing out the swirls of caramel in her brown eyes.

"A question I ask myself every day." I giggled while brushing my hair behind my ear. Her hair was wild in its natural state and absolutely matched her personality in my own opinion. "But no, it's all for the grade, can't skip out when I'm so close now can I?" Shit, face don't please. I can feel the burn in my neck and cheeks which was enough to tell me my super annoying, super telling flush was loudly present.

"Money can't be too bad with a gig like yours though can it?" She raised her eyebrows with the whisper expression one of being cheekily coy.

"Ah but that would be telling." I winked back biting my lip to stifle the laugh her loud guffaws would have pulled from me.

"You are just too much Saoirse, your talents are wasted here." She chuckled thinking it was just a joke as she handed me the cup with the shield logo on it. Jesus for a top secret government organization they sure do enjoy plastering everything they can think of with their symbol. I've even seen shield underwear it's unbelievable.

"Yeah, seems like it doesn't it?" As I walked away I just saw how her face faltered at the sheer sombre tone I used.

I turned the corner, and saw Rumlow across the way about to get into the same elevator that I need...awesome. Pulling the hardest U-ie one can do with their own body it was smoothly, and pretty much comedically done with its finesse. I even managed not to spill the coffee of death, how is that for some mad skills? With a ragged sigh I knocked my head against the wall, fuck whatever bullshit they were up to, why can't this stipidity just go the hell away?

Hoisting up the big girl pants, yet rolling my eyes heavily at the same time, I steamrolled my way to the elevator fully mentally preparing myself for having to deal with Brock as well as my boss.

Surprisingly the rest of the day was just quiet. Nothing huge, nothing exciting, it was all just normal. And it sent my anxiety through the freaking roof. What in the actual hell? This is not how I wish to live, constantly looking over my shoulder just waiting for something, anything to happen at all.

All night I stayed camped out in the bathroom, the only room in my temporary apartment that had no windows and was surrounded by other walls. The extreme feeling of being watched just was unbearable, and at least I couldn't be sniped (very well) being in this particular room.

Was this to be my normal for the rest of my life? Constantly having enough stress to give me stomach ulcers just at the sheer possibility of being on a watch list? Because I absolutely refuse, still have the receipt and everything would like a return please and thanks.

Swallowing the ever churning wave of anxiety I had to bite my tongue in order to just get the hell out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. If you've never been shot I don't recommend it, at least with a sniper it would be quick.

Most of my crap I could just leave here, it was all filler for this place anyways, not like it was mine to begin with. My real possessions are always in my bug out bag, they never leave just on the off chance.

A worn and reinforced album filled with photos of mum both with and without me, the twin of the locket I always wore, the rest of mum's jewelry, and the item of less sentimental value but filled with survival value, the biggest chunk of my inheritance money all in cash. The rest of it was in equal chunks in strategic places around the world, Grant taught me how to get started, but I took it to a level he wouldn't have been expecting from me of all people. So no one, other than yours truly, has any idea where these pockets are and I'd like to believe that it will stay that way.

Seeing everything, running my fingers over the bracelet she made specifically for me, every anxious thought was shoved aside and clarity was all that was left. I'm smart enough and capable of doing this, she always believed in me and even now wouldn't stop.

I was going to make this experience my bitch, blow shield sky high for daring to fuck with me, and then make it ever so anticlimactic by living the quiet life. I could work in a shop I like a little shop. Shops really are the best.

So falling asleep I was filled with giddy satisfaction, not even knowing what was to come but was going to be ready for anything.

A/N I never ever know what to say in these, because I don't like begging for reviews really. I do however love bouncing ideas off people to have interesting ideas for the story to go so hey if you're interested in dropping down a cool idea it could be a swell time.