Carefully, Jack landed the pterodactyl on the roof of the facility, keen not to park the creature too close toe the security guards camped out at the edge. Holding a finger to his lips, Jack ran off, quickly ducking behind a pole.

The security guard was oblivious, not paying attention to what was going on, but Jack figured they never did, considering they had the least exciting job at S.H.I.E.L.D. What does that even stand for anyway? he thought, reaching into his pocket to pull out his De-Mat gun, unlocking the safety. Whatever it means, someone obviously wanted the initials to spell shield… Silently, he crept out from behind the pole, gun raised and ready to pull the trigger. Still, the guard was not paying attention, sweeping a flashlight back and forth in front of him, merely making it loo as if he were dong his job.

"This makes my job so much more easier…" Jack mumbled to himself, a smile spreading on his face as he hesitantly took a step forward, raising the gun higher so he was aiming square at his back, his fingers shaking a bit as he did so. Why am i shaking?! he thought with a sudden panic, I should be able to do this! He aimed again, suddenly jumping when the pterodactyl let out a painful screech.

"Who's there?!" the guard soured, suddenly turning around, but it wasn't just an security guard, Jack realized.

"Oh, shit!" Jack spat out, holding the gun tighter in his hands, his knuckles turning white.

It was the man who worked as Fury's right-hand man. The bald one that had dragged him to their cursed prison lab where he was almost ripped apart for tests… The man widened his eyes- he obviously recognized Jack, which was not what Jack wants dot happen at all.

"You!" the man accused, pointing wildly.

"Well, I'm not anyone else!" Jack said with annoyance, his finger sliding n the trigger. The man pointed to the gun, "You aren't gonna…shoot me?"

"No I'm blowing bubbles," Jack said sarcastically, "yes I'm going to shoot! Geez…. why do you think i have a gun?!" The guard shook his head, straightening out the lapels of his suit- why he was wearing a suit, Jack didn't know, but he ignored the fact. It wasn't really important at the moment. The pterodactyl let out another roar, shuffling mindlessly in it's spot on the roof.

"What is that?" the man asked.

"It's nothing," Jack said.

The pterodactyl let out another yell, this time waddling over as best it could to nudge Jack's arm, much to the guard's surprise. Jack groaned.

"That doesn't look like nothing…" the man commented, widening his eyes.

"Listen, sir-"

"Agent Coulson," the man quipped, keeping this eyes on the pterodactyl.

"Ok, Coulson," Jack said, "it isn't want it looks like-"

"No, this is exactly what i think it looks like," Coulson said quietly.

"Okay, then what does it look like?" Jack asked.

"Insane," the agent said, "absolutely insane…." Jack laughed, lowering the gun.

"Yes, well, unless you were smoking some 'shrooms or something, it isn't insane," Jack said, point in got the dinosaur, "this is real. And you're gonna have to forget that you ever saw it or me."

"But why?" Coulson said, "you were able- and I'm assuming you did it- to bring back a species that has been extinct for billion sod years! You could change the future of science as we know it! Fury will want you!" Jack rolled his eyes.

"To what? Be his pet lab rat?" Jack asked, "I don't think so. And besides, last time I was here, he shot me in the head, so he and I aren't exactly on friendly terms."

"Shot in the head…." Coulsons aid to himself, then blurted, "That man was you?! The one dragged to the lab?!" Jack nodded, the pterodactyl nudging its nose affectionately in Jack's side.

"Okay, we get it!" Jack shouted, "just…."

"If you were shot int eh head…. that means you came back to life…. you-you're immortal!" Coulson shrikes with excitement, his voice echoing. He hadn't been this excited since he met and worked alongside the amazing Captain America, and that was pretty exciting in itself, helping revive a relic from the second world war.

"Scream it any louder, I don't the neighbors could hear you!" Jack hissed, running at the man, clapping a hand over his mouth. Immediately, Coulson stiffened. Leaning close, Jack's breathe as hot on the agent's skin as he whispered, "I have a gun, made with technology you could only dream of. If you don't want me to shoot, you do as I say and don't ask questions. Got it?" Jack narrowed his eyes menacing at Coulson as he nodded quickly. Jack let go of him, wiping his hand on his coat, "Good."

Beckoning Coulson to follow, he approached the pterodactyl, "Now, I need to get in there without getting caught."

"But you have been caught," Phil said.

"Maybe so, but they don't know that," Jack agreed, "now I need you to help me get in and amok sure Fury does not fin dmd at whatever costs necessary. Got it."

"sir, i don't think i can-" Phil began, but Jack shushed him with a glare. "Never mind. What else do you need me to do? Breach security?" Jack shook his head.

"I've got Tosh doing that for me as we speak," Jack said, much to Phil's confusion, "what I need you to do is hide the pterodactyl."

"What?"

"Hide the dinosaur!" Jack repeated, sending a punch t the agent's side, making his jump and double over with pain.

"That was not necessary…" he groaned, clutching his abdomen, Jack shrugged.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you have to do unnecessary things in order to get shit done," Jack said. After a few minutes of silence, he patted Phil on the back, adding, "And Phil?" Coulson gave him a quizzical look- he didn't remember telling Jack a first name, so how did he know….?

"How did you…..?"

"Listen, sweet cheeks," Jack grinned, "that isn't important. Just hide the pterodactyl, keep Fury out of my way and we'll be fine. Alright?" Phil nodded, about to touch the animal when Jack suddenly grabbed his hand, stopping him mid-way.

"He doesn't like when strangers touch him, by the way," Jack warned.

"What doe he do then?" Phil asked.

"Let's juste ay the last stranger who touched him became breakfast and leave it at that, okay?" Jack said, then smiled, giving Phil a salute, "Well, I'll be off!" Aiming the gun at the floor, Phil was about to protest when a blue beam shot out of the barrel, but instead of a bang and a cloy dog gunpowder, a large square hole appeared in the floor, revealing the activity going on inside. Before Agent Coulson could say anything, Jack suddenly leaned over and gave him a small peck on his cheek, jumping.

"….what am I gonna do with you?" Phil asked the dinosaur once Jack had disappeared, still feeling Jack's lips on his face. The animal merely yawned, curling itself up for a good night's sleep.