A/N:

Sorry for the hideously long AN last chapter, I'll try and reign myself in from now on. No promises though.

The title of this fic is from the song 'Electric Feel' by MGMT and will hopefully become more understandable a bit later when things develop.

Hopefully the chapters will start getting longer as we get further along.

Also, quick shout out to all the awesome people who have followed and (omg - favourited!) this story. I am beyond touched.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the majesty that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe or any of its awesome affiliations. Just saying.

June 6, 2004

The Hub, Undisclosed Location

Agent Maria Hill almost couldn't believe her eyes. No really, she was pretty sure she was hallucinating.

There was no possible way that Director Nick Fury was holding a baby. A tiny little baby wrapped in a pink blanket. With cartoon ducks on it.

She looked around the office at the other agents to see if they were as weirded out as she was.

They were.

Coulson was sporting that enigmatic little half-smirk, half-smile he favoured. The one that said he knew something you didn't. Man, she hated that look.

Choosing instead to question a less vexing source of information she leaned in to whisper in Agent May's ear.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

May smirked and stifled a snort. It was a rather disturbing sight to behold. Nick Fury, tower of leather and bad-assery cradling a tiny pink baby. That would have been disconcerting enough. He was also, however, letting her little fist curl around his finger whilst he cooed nonsense at her. Baby talk had never been quite this terrifying before.

Maria cleared her throat delicately. When Fury continued on obliviously she decided a more direct approach was necessary.

"Sir, what are we planning on doing with the infant?"

Fury dragged his eyes away from the gurgling bundle of cuteness to glare around the room.

Maria let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't been completely emasculated. Not that she would ever dare to verbalise that thought, lest she end up in the Sandbox indefinitely.

"The child has powers we don't understand. She will need to be medically examined and observed. We don't know if she's a danger to herself or others. We don't know anything about her; her age, her parents, her name. We also don't know what went down in that village in China. She could have killed everyone herself for all we know."

"With what… her cuteness?"

Fury levelled his glare at the agent dumb enough to open his mouth with that wisecrack. As he launched into a tirade about said agent's stupidity and incompetence his voice got progressively louder until he was cut off by distressed whimpering coming from the baby still held in his arms. Fury started to rock and hush the baby to everyone else's bewilderment. This was not getting any less bizarre to watch.

Maria decided that this conversation was clearly over and they might as well get to work checking the infant over to make sure she wasn't going to unexpectedly kick the bucket. No doubt that would make Fury start kicking things himself.

"All right, let's get her down to medical. I expect mission reports on my desk by tomorrow 1600 hours when we'll debrief."

At their dismissal, all the agents started to file out of the room. Maria looked at Fury and shook her head ruefully, every time she thought she'd seen it all with S.H.I.E.L.D. something happened to throw her off. This time it happened to be Fury chuckling deeply while pudgy little fingers tried to yank his eyepatch off.