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Disclaimer: It's in the first chapter; I only own Rory and her Father.

~R~

"I hear Fury has called you in."

"He did. Did you have anything to do with that?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"I may be a Colonel but I'm not that high up. My guess is Nick has kept a close eye on you after your accident and he could really use your help."

"You're right. I'm probably just over analyzing everything like I always do. I just can't help but feel like something terrible is going to happen. And I don't need a repeat of some high ranking officers thinking I was promoted because I'm your daughter."

"You're an exceptional soldier and a hard worker. You were promoted due to your resilience and not everyone can do that. You're a Major because you earned it and proved that you are a leader and a follower. Just because you are my daughter does not mean I helped you in anyway of obtaining what you strived for, remember that."

"Thanks dad, I needed to hear that." She smiled.

"Your mother would be so proud of her little girl just as I am. I'm sorry to end our conversation but duty calls. You can always call me if you need me or if you just wish to talk. Take care of yourself, Rory. I love you."

"I love you too, dad. I'll see you soon okay?"

"Maybe you'll bring a man with you."

"DAD!" Rory shouted into the phone as her father laughed in her ear. He hung up leaving Rory red.

She banged her head against the table and grumbled incoherently to herself. Rory lifted her head and stood from the table. "I should probably start packing…" The thought of packing would put her mind at ease and hopefully forget what her father said. The last boy she dated was back in her sophomore year of high school, but one night of underage drinking was all it took and he was taken away from her. By the time senior year and eighteenth birthday came around she had lost her mother to pneumonia and was living on her own. Her father was stationed in Italy at Camp Darby at the time and was able to come home until the funeral. Now seven years later at the age of twenty-five, Rory was an Army Major and was discharged due to a torn ACL.

It seemed foolish at the time, but Rory knew they were required to discharge her. At the rate her physical therapy sessions were going, she wouldn't have been back on duty for two months. The extent of the injury was worse than they originally thought and upon hearing the news they went ahead and discharged her.

Rory walked up the stairs to her room and pulled out a duffle bag. She started piling a few sets of clothes into the bag along with some training wear. She made sure to remember her gym shoes and tossed them into the bag. The last few items to go into the bag were hygiene related, toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, etc. With a sigh of relief, Rory zipped the bag and sat at her desk. The laptop was already on and waiting. She touched the mouse pad and began doing some more research on her soon to be teammates.

The day became a blur as she was glued to her laptop. Rory leaned back in her chair and stretched as she looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set and she hadn't eaten much of anything.

"Damn, time really does fly when you don't look at the clock. I think I have all the information I need for now. I better eat before I regret it…"

~R~

Today was the day and Rory had absolutely no sleep. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of juice in front of her. She was waiting for the SHIELD vehicle that was supposed to pick her up and take her to the jet. Her patience was starting to wear thin when she heard a vehicle pull up outside. The sound of a door closing had her standing up and grabbing her bag from beside her. She looked around the room to make sure everything would be alright and headed for the door. Rory pulled it open just as Fury was about to knock.

"I get the honor of you picking me up yourself? I feel special." She said with a smile.

"I wanted to make sure you were on the helicarrier before Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner showed up. We better go if we're to beat them." Fury replied turning around and heading for the SUV.

"That's not the only reason, right? There's something you wish to tell me."

"In due time, Major Hayes."

Rory didn't respond and climbed into the SUV. Fury climbed in beside her and they were off. The ride was short as they reached the airfield and jet. Rory opened her door and grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder as she stared at the jet.

"Now that is some jet, Director." She said in awe.

"It's called the Quinjet. If you stay on with SHIELD you may be able to learn how to fly one."

"I think I'll leave that to the professionals and I'll just stick with my firearms and knives."

They walked up the ramp and took their seats. Fury sat off to the side with some computer screens while Rory was near the hatch. When they were in the air, she stood up and walked toward the front, looking out the window as they passed over the ocean. Her brows furrowed as they came upon helicarrier. The jet landed and Fury was the first one out.

"Take a look around. Rogers and Banner should be arriving shortly. If you need me I'll be on the bridge." He said before disappearing inside.

Rory nodded absentmindedly and looked around. Fighter jets and Quinjet's were scattered along the carrier. Some people were jogging in groups while others were securing and checking over the jets. A shadow appeared next to hers as she turned to see who it was. The red haired assassin, Natasha Romanoff, stood behind her.

"You must be the Major everyone's been talking about."

"Just call me Rory. Natasha, correct? Pleased to meet you." Rory greeted extending a hand out.

Natasha just looked at her hand for a few moments before turning and walking away. Rory shrugged her shoulders and lowered her hand. She contemplated following the red head but decided against it.

"Captain should be arriving any minute now. If you'll follow me I'll take you to the bridge, Fury didn't tell anyone else he was bringing you on. It's best to let them find out who you are once we're inside." Natasha said looking back.

Her mind being made up for her, Rory followed Natasha at a leisurely pace. There was no rush to catch up and it's not like she had anywhere else to go. Rory walked beside Natasha through the maze of hallways toward the brigde. As they walked they exchanged small talk, well more like talk about their combat tools.

"I good with any firearm, but I still prefer knives." Rory answered.

"Knives?" Natasha questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Remind me to show you when I get the chance." She smirked.

They reached the bridge and Rory's jaw dropped in shock. She had never seen a ship like this before in her life. Then again most of her time was spent on the ground during a fight. She liked it that way. Rory tilted her hat up so she could see the rest of the room. A table sat in front of her with built-in monitors and seven chairs. SHIELD's insignia was printed on the table. Rory looked over at caught Fury's eye as the helicarrier began to take off. She took the nearest seat and set her bag down beside her. She watched as people bustled around making everything was in order.

Coulson appeared shortly after and gave her a smile as he walked over to a computer. Two men entered the room a few minutes later. Rory looked over at them and saw the confusion written all over their faces. She gave them each a warm smile as she leaned back in her chair.

"Gentlemen, Lady." Fury greeted walking over to them.

Rory watched as Steve walked forward, looking around at everything. She saw him slip a hand into his pocket pull out some money before handing a bill to Fury. She raised a brow but dismissed it.

"Doctor, thank you for coming."

"Thank you for asking nicely."

Fury turned away from Banner and looked at Rory. She glanced up when she felt two sets of eyes on her. She lifted a hand and gave a small wave which earned her a hard stare from Fury. Sighing, she stood up and was about to introduce herself when Fury beat her to it.

"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Major Rory Hayes. I personally called her in to help."

"An Army Major?" Steve asked surprised.

"It's nice to meet you both. And yes, shocking I know. But don't worry Captain, I won't be the one giving orders. I'm just here to help stop Loki, nothing more, and nothing less." Rory replied crossing her arms. "Now where is this room I asked Coulson about?"

"Follow me. You'll love it." Coulson said walking passed her.

Rory grabbed her bag and jogged to catch up. She spared a glance behind her and saw Steve giving her a curious look. She turned back around and narrowly missed running into someone. They took an elevator down to the training floor and made a sharp turn down a hallway to the right of the gym. It was a lot of memorization but Rory felt like she got it down…or so she hoped. Coulson pressed in a series of numbers on the keypad and the door slid open. Rory stepped inside and looked around.

"It has everything you can think of. It can be turned off and on without being in the control booth just by voice recognition. Any hit you manage to take will hurt so just keep that in mind. Also there are multiple levels you can advance to."

"Come now Phil, don't ruin all the surprises for me."

"If you need anything use this. It will patch you into Fury and anyone that's in the control booth." He said holding out a Bluetooth headset. "I'll let you get to work. Have fun."

"Oh I will." Rory smiled heading for the locker room.

~R~

Hm I think I will be posting a bunch of chapters today. That will be a first. Anyways, I'm glad to see a bunch of people already following this story. Reviews are welcome. (: