Some years later. . .

"Yeah, hi. I would like to order a medium sized Chourice and Chip pizza with extra fries on top...Yes, that's it...$6.00? Alright, you should know the address by now Hank...okay, thanks. Bye." The young brunette woman hung up her phone and placed it on the counter before walking over to her fridge and grabbing a bottle of water for her lunch. This was a normal routine for Beatrice Babino (sounds like BAB-I-NO, not BAB-EE-NO). She would wake up fairly early and get in her early morning workout before taking a shower, eating breakfast then getting to work on her computer as a work for hire editor for Timely Comics.She had been working there since she graduated high school and decided to put her good grammar skills to use helping the people that supplied the comics she grew up with as a child. That, and her Pops's stories of his days in the war.

She would live on the stories he told, especially on the one where he was saved along with hundreds of others by THE Captain America. She even kept the old photo that had been her Pops's that he got to take with the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan all those years ago. Her Pops had given it to her when she graduated high school and a couple months before he and Beatrice's Nana passed away in their sleep on the same night. Beatrice shook her head out, Pops wouldn't want me dwelling on them gone.

A couple minutes later, there was a knock at her door that made Beatrice's head swing in that direction. She walked over to her purse where she kept her wallet, snatched the thing before walking towards her front door. "Damn, Hank. I know the motto is 30 minutes or less but it's been like 10-" Beatrice stopped once she saw who was at her door. It wasn't the 27 year old pizza guy who has been flirting with her for the passed 2 months (totally not interested in guys who put their hairs in rat tails). It was a woman, a very pretty woman with her brown hair up in a professional looking bun and dressed in what looked to be a leather suit.

"Beatrice Banino?" The woman asked, her back straight and holding an air of confidence with her.

"Yes?" Beatrice leaned against her door, an eyebrow raised at the woman.

"My name is Agent Maria Hill and I work with an organization that is in desperate need of your assistance."

"Um, assistance with what exactly?"

"Becoming a part of a group that has the potential of saving the world from an alien army."

Beatrice blinked a couple times before smiling at the woman and said, "Okay," before slamming the door in her face. "Crazy lady."

"Miss. Babino, there are things we need to talk about." The "agent" said on the other side of the door. Beatrice rolled her eyes and was about to walk into another room before hearing the nasally voice she knew belonged to Hank.

"Excuse me miss, delivery coming through."

"Is that for apartment 44?"

"Yes miss, one medium Chourice and Chip pizza, extra fries."

"How much?" Beatrice widened her eyes at that. That's my pizza? What does she think she's doing?

"$6.00."

"I'll pay, here."

"Oh, I-I should just knock for Beatrice. It's her order."

"I'm a friend of Beatrice's, we were going to hang out today." The lady's voice seemed more relaxed then the business like tone she was using before.

"O-Oh, okay. I guess I'll talk to her later," Beatrice rolled her eyes again Yeah okay, "You have a good one."

"You too." There were several footsteps before someone knocked again. "Miss. Babino, I don't think it is common courtesy to leave a guest who has brought food out in the cold."

Beatrice let out a huff before swinging her door open and letting the woman in. "I don't know what you're playing at taking my pizza hostage. What did it ever do to you?"

"Please, just let me explain to you the situation." Agent Hill pleaded, offering the girl her pizza. Beatrice thought for a couple seconds before sighing and taking the pizza box to her coffee table. Her apartment wasn't that fancy, she paid for it with the money her grandparents left her and the money she makes editing comics. It had two separate rooms from the kitchen/living room; which were the bathroom and her bedroom. Beatrice took a seat on her Pops's old recliner and flipped the pizza box open. Instantly her mouth started to water at the piece of perfection in front of her. Agent Hill took a seat adjacent from Beatrice on the small love seat and watched the girl dig into the first slice.

"Do you want a slice?" Beatrice asked once she swallowed. Agent Hill looked at the pizza a what seemed to be minutes before shrugging to herself and picking up a slice herself. "Gerald's Pizzeria down the block makes the best pizza in Brooklyn; I swear that man was taught by the gods."

Agent Hill took a bite before a smile graced her face. She then put that piece down on the inside of the top of the box before pulling out a tablet from her small bag she had been carrying this whole time. She handed the tablet to Beatrice who was about to go for her second slice, "I work for the The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?!" Beatrice yelled out, surprised. The only people who didn't know about S.H.I.E.L.D. were people who lived under rocks in barren wastelands. They were super well known after being established after World War II; she knew a guy that got recruited by them a couple years ago when they graduated high school.

"Yes, and right now we need all hands on deck for this mission."

"And...you came to me?"

"Yes. Our Director Nick Fury has been keeping a special eye on you and your...abilities." Beatrice went rigid at that, the only people that knew were her grandparents that had raised her since she was 10 months old. "We need your help in retrieving a stolen piece of property and stopping the man that had taken it."

Beatrice looked down at the tablet and unlocked it to reveal a soundless video of some warehouse looking place with some blue glowing cube and an older man in a lab coat who seemed to be studying it. "What is it?"

"It's called the Tesseract; said to hold unlimited power to whoever wields it." Agent Hill explained, taking another bite of her pizza.

"A-And you need me to do what exactly?" Beatrice asked, turning off the tablet and placing it near Agent Hill.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is in the process of recruiting others into the capture of the man who took the Tesseract, he goes by the name of Loki."

That made Beatrice scoff, "Really?" By the look Agent Hill gave Beatrice;s he hadn't been joking.

"Miss. Babino-"

"Please stop with the Miss. Babino crap," Beatrice cut Agent Hill off, moving her hand back and forth, "It makes me sound like I'm 40. Just call me Beatrice."

"Okay, Beatrice. The world is at stake and S.H.I.E.L.D. needs your help." Beatrice watched the woman before huffing out a breath of air and standing up. Agent Hill stood as well and held her hand out, assuming the girl's answer. Beatrice looked at the hand, then took it in a firm shake just like her Pops had taught her.

"I better pack."