Hi Folks! Hopefully this will be the only background/dialogue heavy chapter. I do plan on making this more adventuresome, so if you have any requests, please let me know! I love to adjust my storyline as I go.

This has to be the weirdest day ever. Sarah thought to herself as she followed Fury, Agent Coulson, and Natasha to the alley behind the bar. A dark sedan sat idling. The odd trio did not hesitate as they made their way towards the vehicle. Clearly it belonged to them. Sarah considered refusing to get into the car, but Fury did not seem like the type of man to make empty threats. If she didn't go with them, they would merely leave without her and she would never know where she came from. Feeling for her pepper spray in her back pocket, Sarah slid into the backseat behind Agent Coulson. Fury got in after her and Natasha sat in the front seat, quickly greeting the driver. Natasha turned around to face Sarah. "Sarah, this is Clint Barton, he works with us."

Sarah nodded a greeting towards Clint, who gave her an equally silent two finger salute before putting the car in drive and pulling out of the alley. "So, you have me in complete privacy, mind if you start talking?"

Agent Coulson smiled at Sarah's blunt nature as Fury glared at her. Coulson leaned forward to the small cooler and took out a bottle of water. "Here, it's a long story and if you are anything like we assume, you'll be doing a lot of yelling at the end."

Sarah accepted the bottle. "Don't worry, Agent Coulson, I prefer to hear the whole story before I react."

"That would be a good idea and please call me Phil."

Fury let out an annoyed cough. "While I appreciate this getting-to-know-you game, Agent Coulson is correct, this is a long story and you might not believe most of it."

Sarah opened the bottle and took a long sip. "I'm all ears."

"You are right about there not being any information about your parents. You were not given up, you were found. I assume that no one told you that bit to spare your feelings. But nonetheless, a group of nuns found you at a playground that was next to their church. They took you to a hospital immediately, where doctors predicted that you were around 6 months old. Instead of clothing, you were wrapped in a blanket with odd embroidery on it. Thinking nothing of it, the hospital threw the blanket away but they had taken pictures of you while you were still wrapped in it." Fury withdrew a few photographs out of his jacket pocket. Sarah studied the baby as well as the blanket. "Do you recognize the designs? We think that it is a language of sorts."

Sarah squinted as she continued to look at the blanket. "I'm not sure, but I think it is a protective design. Not quite a spell, but more of a song or proverb? And it's not a general protection verse, it is specifically for safe travels and a clear vision."

She looked up to see Fury scowling deeply at her. "What?" she asked.

Fury tucked the pictures back into his pocket before replying. "We've entered the designs into our database. The language that was used has never existed on this planet."

"So, what? I was left behind by some sort of Star Trek fan? Is that Klingon or Gallifreyan?"

Fury snorted. "You think we wouldn't have figured out if there was some pop culture Alien language on that fabric? We're not idiots."

Sarah shot back. "Well it's not like I know that. I have no idea who the hell you all are."

Phil cleared his throat. "Hopefully we can rectify that situation."

"Don't we all, Phil? So you all think that I was brought here from another planet?" Sarah glanced at the sober faces around her.

Fury nodded. "That's our guess. You seem surprisingly calm about it, though."

Sarah looked incredulously back at Fury. "Did you not see where our bar was located? I was working when the freaking sky opened up and creatures from who the hell cares flew in and tried to blow up the city. After that, I came around to the idea that we aren't completely alone in this universe."

Even Fury had to be impressed with the emotional and psychological strength in this small woman. "I'm glad to hear that because your story gets much odder. We have a contact in Asgard and we sent him the photos as well."

Sarah interrupted him. "Wait, Asgard? As in Odin, Asgard?"

"Yes, and interrupt me again and I'll stop talking entirely. Thor instantly recognized the symbols as a language that was used by a group of travelling Asgardians. They were mostly Valkyries and other such warriors. There was a legend about how this group was being threatened by a powerful witch, specifically towards a pregnant Valkyrie. Something about getting pregnant by the witch's partner. To protect this baby, they had to send her to another realm. Since then, the witch has been killed, but there has been no word about the travelers. Anyway, this baby was thought to be extremely powerful and is needed on Asgard to help settle an impending war." Fury leaned back and studied the young woman as she processed through this information.

Sarah went to take another sip of the water only to discover the bottle was already empty. "So you think that I am a Valkyrie witch mix that is allegedly super powerful? I hate to disappoint you, but I think you have the wrong girl."

Natasha turned her head again to protest Sarah's claim, but Fury caught her eye and shook his head. Confused, Natasha faced forward. Clint glanced over and Natasha shrugged. She overheard Fury. "Perhaps, but we have a few tests that we would like you to do to be sure. If it turns out that you aren't the young woman we are looking for, then you will be allowed to return home with our apologies and a check to cover any lost wages."

"And if I am the right person?"

"Then I'm afraid that your life will make a drastic change." Was Fury's quiet answer.

Usually Natasha gave S.H.I.E.L.D her full trust. There hasn't been an occasion where Fury's ultimate plan was not for the good of mankind. So why was Fury's omissions creating a knot in her stomach? Clearly, Sarah was the person they needed. Natasha saw how Sarah deafened the irate customer at the bar, making him believe that she was merely pointing to the other bartender instead of swearing and threatening him. And didn't they all see that as Fury told Sarah the story of the Valkyrie infant, she grew upset and caused the water in the bottle to boil and steam away without any damage to the thin plastic?

Natasha knew that Thor should be staying at the headquarters. She could only hope that she could get more information out of him and convince Sarah to trust the Asgardian prince.

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