Maybe moving to Haiti hadn't been such a good idea. Putting his medical abilities to good use and becoming a physician-for-hire sounded like a good idea in theory. Of course the reason Matthew was here sounded good in theory.

"Calm down Williams, this family doesn't need the Other Guy to make things worse." Matthew muttered to himself. The family didn't notice though. It only took the Other Guy taking over to have anyone notice him.

Poor, polite Matthew Williams, who, after hearing about the miracle of Alfred Jones, decided to attempt the serum used to turn the man into the world's first super hero. He should have known it was a fool's endeavour.

Using his knowledge of gamma radiation, he was the closest to finding the missing link. The end result wasn't the desired the super soldier; but a giant green rage fuelled monster. Now no one came utter his name without mentioning either the Other Guy or Alfred Jones.

Sighing, Mathew finished his diagnosis. The fever had come early this year and everyone, except him, was coming down with something. I guess that's one of the benefits of living in a first world country, Matthew thought bitterly.

He had lived in Canada for twenty years and loved every region for its own special quality:

The west coast for their nature oriented lifestyle as well as their herbal remedies which helped control the Other Guy… until he ran out. The Prairies for their appreciation of solitude, the Territories for their constant perseverance, the Atlantic for their hospitality, and central Canada whose thirst for advancement started this whole mess.

Matthew was pulled out of his reverie by a little girl begging him to help her family:

« S'il vous plait, mon papa était malade! »

Following the girl to the edge of town gave Matthew a few ideas that this wasn't just about a sick family. After being lead into a small shack and watching as the girl climbed out the window, confirmed his suspicions.

"You must be stupid, picking such a stressful environment when you should be avoiding it." The woman that stepped out of the shadows said in what he assumed was supposed to be a friendly tone. The woman's white blond hair and cold, assessing eyes told Matthew that she was not to be trusted. Even her voice sent a chill down his spine. People like her never wanted to just talk over pancakes.

"Avoiding stress isn't how I keep calm." He replied cordially, placing his bag down.

"What is it? Deep breathing? Writing poetry?" Of course she was here about the Other Guy. The question now was who had sent her?

"You brought me to the end of town. Smart" Matthew changed the subject, nervously wiping his palms together.

"I…uh…assume the building is surrounded, eh?" he asked looking around. Matthew half-expected someone to pop out of nowhere and start shooting.

"No, it is just me." She said. Why did everyone lie to him?

"And…that girl? Is she spy? I didn't think they started so young." Matthew asked, hoping to get some information from this woman.

"I did" finally some truth.

"And who are you?" Matthew asked. He was used to being asked that and took pleasure asking it for once.

"Natalia Arlovskaya"

"Are you here to kill me, Miss Arlovskaya?" If she was, than people were probably going to get hurt.

"No, I am here for SHEILD."

"Maple" of course they wanted to bring him into some lab and experiment on him. But… he'd been so careful. Leaving the country with fake paperwork and starting a new life in a remote place.

"How did they find me, eh?"

"Never lost you. We've kept and eye on you from a distance, and, have kept unwanted people away." Matthew should have known his solitude was too good to be true.

"Why?" he wasn't used to the nice side of these organizations.

"Ludwig Beilschimdt seems to trust you. Now we need you to come in." It was annoying how they thought that he would do whatever they wanted just because he polite.

"What if I don't, eh?"

"I will persuade you." The small smirk on her confident face made him tap into his ever-present patience.

"And what if the Other Guy says no, eh?"

"It has been one year since your last incident. I do not think you want to start again now." This woman had an answer for everything didn't she?

"Well I don't always get what I want"

"We are facing a potential global crisis." She said as she sat, digging around in a bag he hadn't noticed earlier.

Laughing humourlessly, Matthew replied "those I actively try o avoid."

"This is the Tesseract." Natalia said, sliding a cell phone across that table.

"It has the potential to destroy the planet." That caught his attention. Pulling his glasses out of his pocket, he took the phone and examined that blue cube.

"What does Beilschimdt want me to do, eh? Eat it with my pancakes?"

"He wants you to find it. It's been stolen and emits a gamma signature that is too weak for us to track. And you know gamma radiation better than anyone. If there was anyone else than I wouldn't be here."

"So Beilschimdt wants the monster."

"Not that he told me, no." Matthew wasn't sure if Natalia bought what she was saying anymore.

"So he tells you everything."

"Talk to Beilschimdt, he needs you on this." Not even trying to deny it anymore.

"No he needs me in a cage." Just like they did before.

"No one is going to put you-"

"Stop lying to me!" Matthew yelled, scaring Natalia so much that she drew her gun. He could hear many agents draw their weapons.

"I'm sorry, that was mean of me. I just wanted to see what you would…could…do, if the Other Guy took over." Matthew raised his hands in a calming apology.

"Why don't you put down the gun and the Other Guy doesn't hurt anyone. O.K… Natalia."

Lowering her gun, Natalia spoke into her mic: "Stand down."

"Just you and me huh?"

I'm sorry this took so long, hopefully the next chapter won't take so long.

Translation: S'il vous plait, mon papa était malade! Please, my dad is sick!