Author's Note: Thanks Joyfulelf for the fave and the review. I'm glad you are interested to see where this goes. Also I see that you're familiar with Marvel's Agents of SHIELD, that's good because it will be a lot of them in this story.

14 years later

"Please tell me why we are in New York?"

A pretty, brunette caucasian rolled her brown eyes. "Don't worry, Earth's mightiest heroes won't find out that you're alive. We're just taking a break from the whole serect super spy club."

An older caucasian man with unkempt brown hair, sighed. "Daisy-"

The twenty three year old glared and the man actually felt the ground rumble under his red sports car. "Coulson, you know how I feel about that name! I go by it for the people I don't trust. Otherwise, I'm Skye Johnson."

The man could see how his second hand was feeling. After all, they been through hell trying to figure things out. To find out that Skye is a descendant of the alien race, Kree. Then to find out that she was gifted, to find her long lost mother who wanted to destroy SHIELD. She later was almost killed by her very own mother. A break is very well needed. He went to say something when a alert went off. The man ignored the young woman's confused glance before reaching for the glove department and pulled out a device that was similar to a tracker, but the needle up top was going haywire.

"What is that, Coulson?"

Coulson sighed deeply before lowering the device. "It's a Asgardian detector. Manily a Loki detector." he lowered his light blue eyes on the last part.

Skye knew that the director had uneasy feelings towards the trickster God and wanted to be aware. She smiled as she turned slightly in the driver's seat. "Well, maybe it's picking up Thor's signal."

Coulson looked out the window of the car and shook his head. "The tower is in Manhattan and the readings is coming from up -New York."

Skye turned around and placed the device in the GPS before starting the car. "Buckle up, we're going on a road trip."

Coulson gulped, when Skye gets her head and heart into something, there's no talking her out of it. He buckled his seat belt and sat back and watched the scenery go by. Coulson must of fallen asleep because he woke an hour later to see them pass by a sign,

'Welcome to George Lake.'

He kept quiet until they drove up a dirt road and stopped in front of a large light grey house. As soon as they got out of the red chevrolet corvette a woman with dark blonde hair that was in a ponytail, she wearing a long sleeve cream turtleneck under a brown vest, white riding pants and brown riding boots, came out of the house. She walked down the stairs and greeted the two with a bright smile.

"Hello, I'm Macy and welcome to the Second Chance Orphanage and Ranch."

Coulson shook the young woman's hand and was about to say something when Skye stepped up and kissed him on the side of his mouth before smiling at the blonde. "Hi Macy, I'm Chelsea and this is my husband Andrew. We work for Mister Stark, he sent us to check out the lovely children here."

Macy's hazel eyes brighten as she nodded her head. "Of course. Would you like a tour? Most of the children is in the barn or training."

Skye smiled as she in twined her and Coulson's fingers. "That sounds wonderful."

-O-

A large light grey stallion trotted around a dirted arena before cantering. His long legs marked with black stockings moved gracefully before galloping slowly. His black mane blew in the breeze as he jumped over a rail. He landed graceful on the ground, earning a loving pat to his neck.

"Good boy Hawkeye." praised the reader who wore a dark grey turtleneck with a dark purple vest, black riding pants and black riding boots.

"Athalia!"

The rider eased the stallion into a halt before taking her helmet off, she shook her head causing her long black hair to whip around before falling at the mid of her back. She cast her pale blue eyes on the person to call her. "What is it, Thomas?"

A teen around sixteen opened the gate as a small breeze ruffle up his brown hair. "There's potential adopters here."

Athalia clicked her teeth, signalling the stallion to walk. "I'm not going to get my hopes up. I'm fourteen, no one wants a teen."

Thomas walked alongside the rider and horse. "But the adoptors are here on the be half of Tony Stark."

Athalia pulled on the dark purple reins. "Iron Man?"

Thomas nodded, "I know how crazy you are about Iron Man and Hawkeye. This could be your chance. Go, I'll take care of Hawkeye."

The creamy skinned teen dismounted before running towards the house. Thomas smiled at his friend's retreating form. Good luck, Talia... With a click of his teeth he led the stallion to the barn.