"So you had to corner me in a tunnel coated in roaches and God knows what else?" I asked unhappily, still flipping through the file. I rode in a large black car, probably bulletproof, with large tinted windows and wheels big enough that I could barely feel the bumps and dips of the street.

"I couldn't let your associates find you so easily," Fury answered calmly, as if he weren't driving a military vehicle down Main.

"But…they'll look for me, won't they? How will you cover this up? The FBI doesn't take kindly to missing agents," I frowned. I could hear a little laugh from the front.

"My agent is taking care of it. As far as the FBI is concerned, you quit your job due to a mental breakdown and you will not be asked back."

"Right…so, who are you? I mean, how can I trust you? And what exactly does SHIELD do? Are big green mutated guys just a regular thing for you?" I continued to question Fury. It was part of my natural curiosity and another part of it came from my occupation as a psychologist. Asking questions was in the job description.

"Yes, actually. All you need to know is that I'm Fury and we're a special sect of the government. You are on a need to know basis, Dr. Cliff. All you need to know is in that file. Take note of the document in the back, paperclipped. That's your new information. I've taken the liberty of securing an apartment for you, near to some of our other agents. You will stay with Dr. Banner all day and only leave to sleep at night. You will constantly be by his side unless given a task that requires otherwise," Fury explained and a few thoughts suddenly popped into my head.

"So…you said I was fairly important for the success of this whole operation?" I raised an eyebrow. I could almost feel Fury stiffen slightly.

"Yes…what for?"

"Well, don't important people get to make, like, requests?"

"What do you want?" Fury's voice sounded terse and less than pleased. I gulped in slight fear. He couldn't do anything to me…I hoped.

"Well, I have to get to places somehow, but I don't want to hurt the environment. I want a bike. Not a motorcycle or anything. A normal bike. I'll need to stay in shape. And I'll need a budget for clothes. I brought a single suitcase, and that was left in the hotel. And I'll need a budget to get me started. Soap, kitchen utensils, sheets, a comforter for the bed, that sort of thing. And I'll need some things taken from my old place. Sentimental objects and some pictures," I listed off things I thought I should have. Fury sighed heavily.

"The money for clothes and household items was already in the plan. I suppose I can get you a bike and a quick trip home to grab whatever you think you need." He seemed annoyed that I couldn't pick up my entire life for this guy I had only seen in a few pictures yet, but I was satisfied that my needs were going to be met.

"Thank you."

"I'm dropping you off at your new apartment. It's not too late in the day, so your assignment is to get yourself situated with clothes or whatever you need. You'll take taxis, but I should have a bike by the end of the week. You start tomorrow at Dr. Banner's place, which is included in the file. I think we can squeeze you in on Sunday to make a quick trip home. By quick, I mean you'll be back in Virginia for four hours, maximum," Fury stated and I nodded in reply.

"And one more thing, Cliff. If I hear of anything having to do with the FBI, the media, or anything else, I will make sure that-"

"Got it. Got it, I've got it. Yeah." I interrupted hurriedly. I really didn't want to think about that sort of thing.