A/N: Hey it's Allie, just to let you know, I'm off school for Easter at the moment so I've been getting a lot of writing done. I warn you now, do NOT expect this to happen all the time, I likely won't be updating much after this fortnight as I have exams, but I'll try to get something up each week.Please follow, fav and review!

The car eventually pulled up outside a set of very modern looking apartments. Agent #2 once again opened the door for me and I got out of the car and stretched. Agent #1 took my bags from the trunk and walked me to the door.

"Here are your keys, the apartment number is written on them. We will be waiting outside by the car, please be as quick as possible." I just nodded at the instructions and made my way into the building. Once I was inside I checked the number on the keys. Apartment 15a. Oh fantastic, near the top, lots of lovely steps to climb as the elevator had an 'out of order' sign on the doors. On the plus side, at least I would have a nice view.

Having lugged my bags up multiple flights of stairs, I finally reached the door of my apartment. As soon as I let myself in, I ditched my bags on the floor and had a look around. The spacious dining kitchen was very bright, mostly due to the glass wall along the side that overlooked the city. The living room was joined on to the kitchen and to the side there were a few doors, leading into what I presumed were the bedrooms and bathrooms. From the corner of my eye, I spied a piece of paper on the kitchen table. Upon closer inspection, I realised it was a note with my name on it. I unfolded it and skimmed over it. I immediately knew it was Evelyn who had written it, as the handwriting was so messy it was nearly illegible to the untrained eye. Luckily, I had years of experience with Eve's handwriting, so I just smiled to myself and began to read.

Dear Belle,

Sorry we couldn't be there to meet you, Tommy and I have been called in to some work 'emergency' which will probably just turn out to be a broken coffee maker. There's pot noodle in the cupboard and some food in the fridge, but if your culinary skills are as I remember, then I advise sticking with the pot noodle. Oh and remember to BOIL the water first don't just pour cold water in like the last time. Your room is the door on the far right, and it has a small ensuite bathroom, the bed is made if you want to take a nap. Tommy and I are looking forward to catching up later; we can't wait to hear all about Japan. See you later, love Evelyn.

I grinned at Eve's note; I couldn't wait to see her and Tommy again. However in the meantime, I had to go back down to the car and then to HQ. Maybe I would see them there, we could get a coffee in the small café at SHIELD (well, they could get coffee, I couldn't stand the stuff). I quickly went to the bathroom, and then walked down the stairs as slowly as I possibly could, trying to put off having to meet with my superiors. All too soon I had reached the bottom, and then walked out to the waiting car. In exactly the same way as before, the door was opened for me and I ungracefully plonked in my seat. When the car started and began to drive off, I tilted my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes, dreading what was to come.

Okay, so perhaps I was being a teeny tiny bit overdramatic, but I really did hate talking to SHIELD agents in high places. They were all stuck up and seemed to have had their sense of humour surgically removed. Except Coulson, I had a soft spot for him, but of course, he was… gone. I pushed down the lump in my throat at the thought of Phil Coulson, who had sacrificed his life for the cause, and the public didn't even know about all the good he did. That was the thing that always made me sad when SHIELD agents died. They would never get the recognition they deserved for giving their lives. Shaking the remorseful thoughts out of my head, I realised we had reached the headquarters of SHIELD, and Agent #1 was coming over to open the door. I stepped out, and surveyed the building. I had been there countless times of course, but I had been gone for over a year and I wanted to see if there were any changes. There weren't, except I imagine many more names added to the memorial of all those who died in service of SHIELD. We got into the elevator and went up several floors to what used to be Agent Coulson's office. His name was still on the door.

"Go straight in." Agent #1 said. Shrugging, I opened the door and went in, wondering who would be there in place of Coulson. I shut the door behind me, and before I could turn around I heard a familiar voice, one that I never thought I'd hear again.

"Hello Isabelle." Phil Coulson smiled. "Welcome back."