Welcome back to another chapter! This chapter is a filler with a surprise ending at the bottom. I wasn't going to add it until the next chapter but decided against it. I hope you all enjoy. It is kinda short-around eight or nine pages-but I'll hopefully update soon!

I apologize for any errors!

Please Enjoy!

"He wants us to move to Washington D.C?"

Spencer was sprawled out on the couch eating Steve's chips when the man himself came back from his run. Steve had been gone for hours and yet he looked as if he hadn't broken a sweat during his long run. Steve wore a tight fitting black Nike shirt and matching running joggers, his hair was disheveled—a sign that he's running his hand though his hair; a nervous habit—, and his water bottle in his hand was still full.

Cooper barked happily at the sight of his favorite human—besides Spencer, of course—and jumped up from his perch beside his mistress to go greet the surprised Steve.

Spencer munched thoughtfully on a potato chip and nodded, "He doesn't want us here—for what reasons I cannot fathom but I am getting tired of the scene down here, and by that I mean Stark coming in whenever he fuckin' pleases just to play with my dog and eat our food." Steve couldn't help but to laugh lightly at the annoyed scowl on the young assassin's face.

Steve shut the door and locked it before moving towards the center of the room and sighed, "Why don't you get your own bag, Spence?" Steve complained playfully as he plopped down beside her and grabbed a handful of salty chips from the almost empty bag.

"I did," Spencer gave her best friend a sad, puppy look, "Then I ate it all." She says in an innocent, small voice.

Steve rolled his eyes, "You're becoming a bottomless pit, darlin', and how you aren't getting fat is beyond me." He teased with a small smirk.

Spencer waved him off, "I burn a lot of energy running errands for SHIELD, okay? It gets me hungry." Her playful sapphire eyes were on the T.V where one of her favorite shows was playing.

"Spence, you still work at the bakery." Steve threw his head back and laughed.

The young Avenger blushed and grumbled, "Nick doesn't want me out doing missions as much anymore—he's scared to even let me run around in New York alone." Her voice had gotten a bit smaller and quivered slightly. Steve automatically reached out to grasp her tiny, warm hand into his large one—the usual he did to comfort his beloved friend.

"You know he's only paranoid something will happen to you—he can't afford to lose you too." Steve spoke in a gentle voice.

Spencer's heart constricted in a painful manner but she gave a soft nod and offered Steve a small smile, "I'm sorry," She said softly, "You would think after two months…it would get easier—" She shook her head and remained quiet.

Steve pulled her into his body and gave her a tight, bear hug—he knew those always comforted her most whenever she spoke about her father, "It will never go away," Steve spoke bluntly, "The pain will always be there…but with time…it'll grow bearable." Of course, he was speaking from experience.

Spencer mumbled, "I shouldn't be sniveling like some child…you've lost more people then I and yet…" She shook her head and buried her face into the crook where his shoulder and neck connected—trying to bury herself away from the world.

"I've lost people, yes, but I didn't lose my father the way you did, Spencer, but always remember that I'll be here whenever you need me and I know you'll be there when I need you." Steve whispered quietly holding onto her small body. Cooper had begun whimpering in the background seeing his mistress in distress.

One of the many reasons why Steve and Spencer were so close was because they were so much alike—yet very different, but over the course of two months they had bonded in way that would have them joined at the hip. Steve could confide in Spencer and knew she'd never judge him or give away his darkest secrets and fears. Spencer knew that Steve would take her secrets to his grave and listen to her most pointless babbles without care. They were both orphans of a war—the experience bonded them more then it should've.

Neither cared much about it. Tony had always pointed out their close and still growing relationship—it was easy to tell that Tony was a bit jealous—but neither assassin nor superhero gave a care. It was a bond that Steve had with only one other person—Bucky.

Cooper suddenly bolted his spot at Steve's feet, his ears perked, and his eyes intently on the front door. The large beast whined quietly. Spencer groaned knowing very well who was about to come through the door—the front door was kicked opened by none other then Tony Stark.

"Morning, kids, I brought Shawarma." Tony smirked once he saw how close Steve and Spencer were, "I guess I came at the right time. Shawarma is great therapy food—hey there, buddy, did you miss me?" Tony greeted Cooper with merriment and cooed at the happy animal, "Don't worry I am currently working out custody options with your abusive owner." He assured the dog.

Banner appeared a few seconds later as Spencer climbed off of Steve's lap to help Tony set up the food and the table, "Bruce," Spencer beamed happily as the older man walked up to her. She drew her arms around the doctor in welcome, "Nice of you to join us. Tony's been keeping you busy, eh?" She smiled happily as Bruce gently took the plates from her and began to set the table while Tony had focused his attention onto Cooper.

"You wouldn't believe," Bruce sighed softly, "We're actually helping Fury design better turbo systems for the hellicarriers and jets back at the Triskeleton." He advised surprising Spencer.

"Really? Wow, that's an honor, let me guess, and Tony basically piled the shit onto you?" Bruce laughed heartily knowing Tony was pining Spencer with a deadly glare.

"Hey, watch it before I take my food away." Tony playfully threatened going over to the assassin and wrapped her into a tight hug before lifting her into the air—something Tony knew she hated.

"Tony!" Spencer complained as she tried wiggling out of his grasp.

"Come on, Pikachu, I haven't seen your face in two days and this is the welcome I get? Bruce got a hug!" Tony snuggled the squirming girl.

Spencer grumbled, "You need to get laid by Pepper."

"I do, but that's not the point." Tony snorted letting her go.

"Did Fury tell you he's relocating us?" Steve stood up and helped sort out the food. Most of the food was labeled; so it was easy to tell what belonged to whom; Tony had made it a thing that he would bring Shawarma over at least once a week and the four of them would eat together like a family—occasionally Nat would join whenever she was in town. Clint rarely dropped in. In fact, she hadn't seen her beloved bird since after Thor left last month.

Tony froze and Bruce didn't looked too surprised, "I was wondering when his nerves would finally get to him." Bruce commented quietly before shoving some cheesy fries into his mouth.

Tony looked outraged, "He's taking my Pikachu away from me?" He demanded hotly looking offended.

"Your?" Spencer cocked her eyebrow.

"And my dog?" Tony added with wide eyes.

"Here we go." Steve muttered under his breath before shoveling food into his mouth.

"Who does he think he is?" Tony scoffed slumping down in his chair.

"My godfather?" Spencer offered with an eye roll as she munched on her sandwich before slipping some shredded meat to her furry companion.

"Like that matters," Tony waved her off before dramatically going on, "I'm going to have a little chat with Fury. He can't do this—he's tearing this family apart." Tony slurped his soda earning an elbow in the ribs from Spencer.

"Tony, manners." The assassin gave the playboy a firm glare.

Tony grumbled but complied as he quietly drank his soda, "Hey, I got you that new flavor of boba," Tony perked up, "Blueberry."

Spencer brightened up and eagerly drank her new flavor of boba smoothie, "I love Diao-chan and her amazing boba skills." Spencer groaned in content.

"So, how long will you two be out here for?" Bruce asked picking at his sandwich clean from any onions—he really didn't like those. Tony always added onions just to see if he could piss Bruce off. Spencer thought it would be funny seeing Bruce lose his shit over onions in his sandwich.

Steve didn't share in their twisted humor.

"Fury said in a couple of months-maybe a year from now." Spencer said after taking some heavy gulps of her delicious drink.

"Well, at least it's not right away…" Tony trailed off with a small frown, "Don't know why he's paranoid. You're safe here within the city. I mean, we're only thirty minutes away." Tony grumbled looking a bit sullen.

"D.C is only four hours away by car," Spencer tried cheering her friend up, "Faster if you come in your jet and besides the both of you frequent trips to D.C." Spencer didn't like seeing her annoying friend so sullen.

"That's not the point," Tony groaned, "There probably not even a shawarma joint down there!"

"You could bring me some then." Spencer compromised.

"Come on, Tony," Steve spoke up draping his arm around the back of Spencer's chair, "It won't be that bad."

Tony glared at the first superhero, "You don't get to say that because you're going with her. How am I supposed to see Cooper? Or sneak in and eat your leftovers?" He demanded waving an arm in the air.

"So dramatic." Bruce murmured under his breathe.

"There's no budging Nick on this, trust me, I tried. I didn't want to leave either but if it'll give Nick some piece of mind then I'll suck it up." Spencer gave a small shrug.

"I guess there's no fighting it." Tony relented a bit, "I'm going to have Jarvis look up some Shawarma joints—if not I'm opening one up in D.C."

"I am definitely going to miss the Shawarma…especially Diao's boba smoothies." Spencer sighed a bit sadly.

"Well, can I keep your dog?" Tony questioned with a grin.

Spencer gave her friend a flat ass look, "No fuckin' way, Stark."

_break_

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" A brown-haired drunk man stumbled up to Spencer—for the fifth time in a row.

Spencer resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "No, thank you." She politely declined again.

The man frowned at her, "What's with the stuck up attitude, bitch?" He sneered swaying on his cheap knock off Michael Kors shoes.

Tony had managed to pursue Spencer and Steve to join him to go bar hopping. Why Tony wanted to do such a boring, civilian thing was beyond Spencer; but she had nothing better to do since Steve was still getting over the ending of The Hobbit. He wasn't over the deaths of Thorin, Kili, and Fili even though it had been an entire week since they saw Battle of Five Armies.

Tony was showing off to a group of fans. Bruce was playing pool—and winning a ton of cash. Steve…where had her best friend wander off too?

Spencer zoned her attention back onto the drunken man in front of her and responded softly, "No stuck up attitude," Her sharp eyes searched for her close friend and did not see him at all, "I don't buy drinks from strangers." She took a small sip of her soda—drinking was something she didn't do. She never liked the taste of alcohol; she could stomach it pretty good enough but she couldn't stand the taste.

Holding her liquor was something she was taught to do as an assassin—something her father and godfather didn't agree on.

"Name's Randy," The man whispered leaning a bit too close to her, "See? Now we're not strangers." He slurred with what Spencer assumed was a seductive smile.

"Still strangers, sweetie, now if you excuse me," Spencer made an attempt to get up from her seat from the bar to go look for her missing friend. Perhaps bringing him to a bar was a bad idea. She knew bars were a touchy place for the first avenger.

The man gripped her upper forearm and was suddenly up in her face, "You think you're too good for me honey, huh? Is that why you playing hard to get?" He snapped—his words were almost incoherent due to his drunken state.

Spencer wasn't startled or scared—she's faced worse then a drunken man. "I'm giving you five seconds to let go before I make you sober." She spoke in a soft voice but bothering to sound threatening—either way the fool would do what he wanted.

The man scoffed lazily but before he could remark…Someone had spun him around and shoved him on his drunken ass, "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens, doll?" Steve remarked with a bemused frown.

Spencer eyed her friend carefully as the drunken man, Randy, stumbled onto his feet and faced Steve. "And who the fuck are you?" Randy demanded sizing Steve up; Spencer could see the man's eyes grow big from actually seeing how much bigger Steve was then he was.

Steve glared at the drunk with slight venom and caught Spencer off guard when he said, "Her boyfriend."

Two words and Randy was scurrying away with his tail between his legs. Spencer laughed, "If I knew that's all it takes to send him away I would've done it the first time he offered me a drink!" She snorted shaking her head with a goofy grin.

Steve had never felt his blood boil before. Seeing some drunken male with his hands on Spencer made Steve see red. He knew the assassin could handle herself but damn it, it didn't lessen his protectiveness towards her. Steve would proudly admit that Spencer was all he had; he cared for her as if she were his own blood so, seeing some disgusting male disrespecting her was out of the question.

Despite all that had happened to Spencer, she was still innocent—something he admired about her and would ward off every guy with dark thoughts towards her until she found the right man for her. Although, Steve was sure no guy would ever be right for Spencer.

Steve huffed, "This is why I didn't want you to come to the bar."

Spencer tentatively touched his bicep in a smoothing manner, "Well, I've had my fun. Wanna bounce? We could go get some ice cream—I think I saw one two blocks from here." Spencer gave an innocent grin.

Steve managed to loosen up a bit and nodded, "Sure thing, doll."

Spencer brightened up and went to stand up when something—someone caught her eye. Then she felt her whole body freeze, her mouth slack down, and her heart had stopped beating. Steve was immediately alerted by her sudden expression but before Steve could turn around to see what had spooked Spencer—she was bolting out the door.

"Spencer!" Steve's voice resonated through the crowd as he was quick to follow her.

The name had alerted both Tony and Bruce—who shared worried glances before quickly following the First Avenger and Pikachu.

Spencer rushed outside, her eyes whipping around to find the man she had seen. There was no way…she must've imagined it. Her heart was pounding inside her rib cage, her mind was reeling with panic, and her body felt weak from the shock she had received. She shook her head, "I'm going crazy." She whispered rubbing her temples.

"Spencer, what the hell is going on?" Steve caught up to her looking extremely worried.

Spencer remained silent—something didn't feel right. She was staring to their left before staring to her right before her eyes caught movement. A car was speeding out from the parking lot behind the bar that came through the side alley—aSHIELD car. For a moment, Spencer didn't know what to do. She must've imagined it…there was no way but a part of her…knew.

Without thinking, she ran into the street—in front of the speeding car.

She heard her name being shouted, brakes dragging across the blacktop, and rubber squealing. She didn't close her eyes…She stared into the driver's side with watery eyes. Her heart beating was rapidly with sorrow and pain. The car skidded to a halt barely half an inch away from her body.

"Spencer, what the fuck!" Steve shouted with his heart pounding in his hears.

"Spencer Rose Coulson!" Tony seethed. His stomach had dropped—something he hadn't felt in a while.

Her friends rushed to her side trying to gain her attention, to make sure she was okay, but her eyes were on the driver's side of the black sedan. Her chest heaved as she struggled to hold back her tears. The electricity in her body was coming out in small, harmless waves. "Spence…?" Steve reached out to her but received no response.

It was silent.

No one spoke—confused on what was happening and what had compelled Spencer to do such a reckless thing. Spencer tried to calm her body but it wasn't working. She knew.

She knew.

"Is this all I get?" Spencer's voice cracked with mixed anger and grief.

Steve, Tony, and Bruce all glanced at each other unsure what was going on and who Spencer was talking to. Spencer was shaking—from anger or grief she couldn't tell. She slammed her hand harshly on the hood—creating a large dent—the electrical shock that she sent instantly turned the car off, "Say something, damn it! How can you just sit there!?" She cried with tears streaming down her pretty face.

"Spencer…" Tony tried but was rendered silent when the driver's side door propped open.

Spencer's heart was increasing in speed, the pain in her heart being overshadowed by anger, and her eyes blurry from her warm tears.

The driver got out of the car—"Holy…" Tony whispered in totally shock.

A sob escaped her pale lips, "Dad."

Phil Coulson stared at her with tears in his eyes too, "Spencer." His voice shook with grief and joy. His body ached to bring his daughter into his embrace. Fury had ordered him to stay away from her until he was sure that Phil was a hundred percent recovered…but Phil couldn't. He couldn't go on with the thought that his baby girl thought he was dead…and suffering.

He knew Fury would be furious but Phil couldn't bring himself to care. He hadn't planned on Spencer catching him outside the bar—but she did. He should've gone the other way…he should've known she would've jumped in front of the car to stop him—but he found himself not caring.

His heart gave painful tugs seeing his daughter so…distraught.

Her eyes were overflowing with tears, her breathing was heavy, and her heavy felt like it was being ripped in two but in the moment she told herself…"This is real…he's real…he's alive…breathing...alive."

She launched herself into her father's arms and sobbed. The sudden event being too much for her body…a few moments after Phil had embraced his daughter he felt her go limp and her sobs ceasing. He swiftly swept her into his arms and stared down at her damp, red face. "Don't worry, baby girl, I got you." He whispered softly pressing his lips to her forehead knowing he would receive hell once she woke up.

Alright, there we go. Phil is back and in the flesh! Honestly, this wasn't planned. I had a whole different route when I started this chapter but somehow it turned out like this, haha. I don't plan chapters out-sometimes, but in this case this was just straight from my mind and onto the screen. So, next chapter will have lots of feels. I'm kind debating if I want Spencer joining Agents of SHIELD. I started watching Winter Solider so, we'll see once I finish watching it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Until next time,

Vanessa!