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As I soared down the open highway, I checked that no one was following me or about to see what my car was gonna do. Pressing a button on the dash, I fired up the retroflection panels on all surfaces, rotating the propulsion jets, and pulling up on the throttle. As the car lifted off the ground, I smirked to myself.

"This is going to be interesting." I said, as the 'vehicle' climbed in altitude. The front dash opened to reveal radar and diagnostics for the engine, and I flipped on my stereo.

"Start your engines," I said to myself as I reached altitude. Stomping on the gas, the 'vehicle' shot forward, racing across the skyline. Pushing it faster, I entered the coordinates in for the Playground.

"Set course ARSENAL," I said to the computer.

"Yes Ma'am. Setting course for The Playground," The computer responded.

"Call the Director."

"Director Fury, or Director Coulson?" The female AI asked.

"Coulson," I chuckled. As the dial tone sounded, I turned down my music.

"Siren," He said as he answered.

"I hate that name Phil," I laughed.

"I was alerted you are on your way."

"I was so sure May was going to keep it a secret. But yes, I should be there within half an hour. Less if my thrusters were operational." I grumbled.

"You in your suit?" He asked, thinking I was in my purple and silver Ironman suit.

"No. I think you'll like what I made. It's a faster, tougher version of Lola. Meant for stealth."

"You haven't been an agent in months and you're still making toys for yourself?"

"This wasn't a toy. It was a necessity. I needed a getaway car… slash plane."

"What are you running from?" Phil asked, turning serious.

"Nothing that I won't run right back into again. Two brick walls," I said, rolling my eyes.

"We'll talk when you get here." He said, hanging up.

"ARSENAL, let's take things up a notch." I said, punching it.


After a smooth vertical landing, I had two agents pointing a gun to me.

"Jeez, you'd think you guys were long tailed cats in a room full of rocking chairs." I said, pulling out my ID badge Coulson had sent me.

"Agent Stark," I said handing it to the man.

"Stand down," I heard from behind me.

"May!" I said, dropping my bag and running to the older woman. She wrapped me in an awkward hug as an agent picked up my bag.

"Let's get you to your room first before Coulson interrogates you about things with Captain Rogers." She said, smirking as we walked into a hallway.

"Am I gonna get the third degree for leaving, before I could help take down Hydra?"

"No, but I will tell you one thing. Your gut feeling about Ward? It was right. I should have listened to mine. He was too good to be true."

"Please tell me you killed him," I said, as we passed a lab. I looked in to see a very lonely Fitz, looking to be talking to himself.

"I didn't. But he just about killed Fitz and Simmons."

"Did he get away?" I asked, angry with him for even attempting.

"He's been in a holding cell in the basement. Until we need information from him." She said, looking at my reaction to seeing Fitz struggling.

"I think you and Skye are the only people he could talk to. And even Skye has trouble relating to Fitz," She said, making me think.

"They got trapped in a container, and Ward ejected it out of the plane over the ocean. Fitz got them out, but not without sacrificing himself. His brain went too long without oxygen. He sacrificed the only oxygen for Simmons, so she could live. Then she left on a mission." She said as we walked slower.

"I'll make that my mission then." I said, a sad smile playing on my lips, before adding with a smirk, "Don't send Skye down. I'll make Ward sing like a goddamn canary."

"Skye?" I asked, wondering about the girl they had brought on board. The first time I met her she nearly screamed. I guess she likes the Avengers, even if I wasn't supposed to be on the original team.

"She's a good field agent. I'm her S.O, and she's improving every day." May said, a smile to her tone.

"You and Natasha were brutal towards me. But it paid off." I said bumping into her shoulder playfully.

"This is your room," She said, opening a door, and motioning for me to go inside.

"Well, it's kind of like my room on the Helicarrier." I laughed.

"Coulson had a feeling you'd come to visit, so he wanted it to feel familiar."

"I'm having déjà vu here," I laughed as I sat down on the bed.

"Do you want to spar later? It used to help clear your mind," She said, leaning against a wall.

"I will explain why I can't do that when you take me to Coulson. I know you are his second in command obviously, and you should know." I said, standing up, "So let's get it over with."

"Alright, follow me," She said as we exited the room.

"Sera," Phil said, standing up from his desk, and walking around to hug me.

"Well, I'm happy to know you haven't totally forgotten us." He laughed as I sat down.

"It's not that I've forgotten you. Just that I've been a little busy in a new relationship." I said, shrugging.

"Have you and Captain Rogers split?" He asked worried.

"No, just that we added a third person to the mix." I said, waiting for the on slot of questions.

"Who? Do we know them?"

"You know of them. Sergeant James 'Bucky' Barnes," I said, a small smile coming to my face. Phil's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"How?" Melinda asked, obviously knowing the story of his death.

"He survived and was turned into the Winter Soldier, by Hydra. He turned out to be Yasha," I said, studying Phil's face.

"I want to fanboy right now, but I'm keeping it inside. First of all, wow. Second of all, why are you running from them?"

"How did you figure it was them?" I asked.

"You have the 'Russia' face on." Phil said, smirking.

"Well, since we were all in a relationship, lo and behold I'm pregnant, by both of them, no less. It's rare and confusing, but I'll explain some other time when I'm not so angry." I said, sighing.

"Okay. I would feel better if you stayed out of fieldwork while you're here. For obvious reasons, and because I don't have my top biochemist to keep an eye on you."

"I don't know how long I'll be here, but I can agree to those terms. So can I go work on Lola now?" I smirked.

"Agent Stark," someone said, coming in. Coulson's phone went off

"Agent Skye," I smirked, watching the girl stand off to the side.

"How's New York?" She asked, smiling.

"It was good. Now I just want to focus on helping get the new SHIELD off the ground."

"Agent May, Skye, time to execute our plan." Coulson said, dismissing them.

"We will catch up later." I said to Skye.

"I'm sure Trip will love to see you," She laughed. Rolling my eyes playfully, I turned back to Phil.

"How about I go make myself some tea, and check on Fitz?" I said, saluting Phil.

"Please. He needs help we cannot give. I've only known one person to be able to bring someone back from that point," He said, pointing at me.

"It's not going to be easy. They have to want to get better."

"He does. We need him to."

"That's not the same. Wanting to be better for others will only put a Band-Aid on the real problem. He has to know what he's doing this for. I'm not going to make him forget, because no one should ever have his or her mind manipulated if they don't consent to it. We've read the files." I said giving him a look.

"I'm not asking for you to alter his memories. I need you to help him. To the best of your ability."

"On his terms." I said, standing my ground.

"Of course." Phil said nodding, to which I left the room. Heading to the kitchen, I sighed. I hadn't used my powers of persuasion in months. It wasn't something I was proud of, but when I had studied Johann Fenhoff's methods of persuasion on the mind, Fury used it to his advantage. I hated each time I used it, because I felt like I myself was being controlled.

"Hey Fitz," I said, entering the lab and setting a cup of tea down beside him.

"Agent Stark! You.. you…" He started but was unable to form the words he was thinking of.

"I'm here." I finished, knowing he wouldn't appreciate it.

"Will you be… um," He said, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Only if you want my help." I said, piecing together what he was trying to say.

"I do… I mean I.. think…" He said, taking the cup on the counter and sipping it carefully.

"Did she.. send you?" He asked, looking sad.

"I came before I even knew she wasn't here. I want to see if I can aid you in finishing the cloaking tech."

"I… Okay. I need a second brain to help me figure out the… the…"

"No rushing." I said, calmly.

"Math… problems…" He said, holding a fist to his forehead, before exclaiming, "Equations!"

"That was awesome Fitz." I said, squeezing his hand.

"It didn't feel like much," He said sitting down.

"Progress never feels like much. Now I need to ask you something. You know about my ability to persuade?"

"They call you the Siren and I got a pretty good idea of what it could be."

"Director Coulson wants me to use my ability on you. But I have a different idea. I'm not saying I'm replacing her, but you need a substitute Simmons. A best friend to talk to and I'd rather be that than your psychiatrist. We can talk freely, nothing is recorded, and nothing gets back to Coulson." I explained, giving him time to digest.

"That would… That would be… good."

"How about I promise you something right now? I will not put words in your mouth. We have tea everyday in the afternoon, and I'll tell you everything about every piece of SHIELD tech I designed, and a few that I didn't. To be honest, I pretty much, singlehandedly brought SHIELD into the 21st century." I smirked.

"Well that sounds… good." He said timidly.

"I need to go toss my cookies, but when I get back I promise you that we will have Cloaking tech finished by tomorrow." I said, smiling as I jumped up and ran from the lab. I was happy I had thrown my hair into a high ponytail, as I found the nearest toilet.

"It isn't morning sickness if it's all damn day!" I growled, as I felt another bout coming up.

"Need a tissue?" I heard from the doorway.

"Billy," I smirked, wiping my mouth, before getting up to rinse my mouth.

"Still hungover from the last Christmas party?" He joked.

"No, pregnant." I said, to which he paled.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have joked."

"Billy, trust me. I want these little ones." I said, turning to face him.

"I'm sorry about Eric." I said, reaching out a hand in support.

"He fought. That's the main thing." Words weren't needed as we walked down the hall. I had been friends with all three brothers, and we were the only ones Fury had design and know about his secret bases.

"We got the Quinjet and Mack is itching to get his hands on your car."

"He won't touch my car or Lola, and if he does, I end him." I threatened, half jokingly.

"He's already afraid of what the Siren would do to him."

"Hey, keep what you saw back there to yourself. I don't need people treating me differently quite yet."

"You know your secrets are safe with me."


A/N: one more :)