A/N - Here you, next chapter!

3 weeks later

On August 27th, Harry arrived at the International Portkey station at the HQ of MACUSA, near the Capital Building in Washington DC. Fighting down the momentary dizziness caused by the long range portkey, he walked up to the Auror's sitting at a small counter who were looking at him expectantly. One of them checked a piece of parchment clipped to a wooden clipboard, asked him to unshrink his bags, and after a very cursory inspection nodded his head at his partner and then at Harry. "Hello, Mr. Potter. Welcome to the United States."

Harry nodded at the man, a friendly smile on his face. "Thank you, Auror. I'm glad to be here."

The second man asked him a few perfunctory questions about his visit, but within a half a minute he was on his way, his magical visa stamped with a conditional wand use permit for 90 days. If he wanted to extend his stay, he'd need another stamp. He chuckled to himself: being Harry Potter didn't give him special privileges here, he noted with happy surprise. It was refreshing to see that not everyone fell over backwards for his unwanted fame.

Harry reshrunk his bags - he was staying overnight at a muggle hotel - and walked out into the bright afternoon sun of Washington DC, happy and eager to see Bella again. In the three weeks since she'd left Britain and their small kiss, they'd kept up frequent contact, speaking every couple of days. He found himself missing her, her quirky sense of humor, and her quiet intelligence. Her trip to Florida sounded amusing, and her stories about her scatterbrained mother were quite hilarious. She was obviously very fond and close with her mom, and her little snippets about Rene's latest hobbies and antics would leave Harry smiling when they reluctantly would end their mirror or cell phone calls.

Bella had loved the mirror he'd given her, and used it as a sort of remove video camera to show Harry some of the sights and beaches she went to in Jacksonville, and she'd often sit at sunset by the ocean's edge, showing him the purple skies and rolling waves as they talked about their day.

Despite the pretty beaches and beautiful sunsets, Harry got more enjoyment about seeing Bella in her various bathing suits, commenting that he really liked the red bikini she wore on a couple of occasions. Despite blushing the first couple of times, she was able to tease him right back, and Harry was glad to see that the flirty tension they'd had still seemed to be going strong, and if anything, was reaching critical mass.

He really was looking forward to seeing her.

Besides his calls with her, the last few weeks had been particularly trying for Harry. They had hit a roadblock in tracking down and arresting the rest of Durgan's gang, and of the 2nd vampire that escaped him at Grimmauld, there was a single spotting, and then nothing. The partner - the one they had in custody that was caught the day he met Bella - was not talking. They had fed him some blood to both aid in healing his burns and because they didn't want a blood crazed vampire in the ministry lockdown. As it was, they had the vampire in their strongest warded cell, and the wards had to be recharged every other day as the vampire - who they learned, under verisatum from Durgan himself was named Alexei - tested the wards every day by launching himself at the walls, battering them endlessly with his vampiric strength. There was talk about tossing him through the veil, though nothing had been decided yet, and there was no proof he had committed capital murder and thus the veil was not a proscribed penalty despite his danger level and everyone's fear of him.

Durgan himself was more helpful, as his occlumency couldn't beat the verisatum. But the info he had was stale; apparently the gang had safety measures in place, and should one of the top ranking members be captured the rest of them could disperse in small cells that the higher ups did not know the locations of.

As if these hassles weren't enough, there had been an international incident of some kind when every magical sensor in MACUSA - and some at the International Confederacy HQ - had triggered all at once, registering a very short but extraordinarily powerful burst of magical energy in New Mexico, near the small town of Puente Antigo. MACUSA had been unable to trace the source of the energy, and had brought the issue up at an emergency session of the ICW. As Head Auror for a member nation, Harry had been briefed on the situation, though very little was known. The Unspeakables of several member nations of the ICW also got involved, and Hermione was acting like she had consumed the world's strongest caffeine as she worked without sleep for days as she tried to decipher the readings that the ICW sensors picked up.

As worry about the nature of the magical energy blast grew there had been a few very heated and tense meetings between member nations until, suddenly - out of the blue - MACUSA had said they'd figured out the cause and it was a 'false alarm' and they apologized for disturbing the ICW.

Harry knew B.S when he smelled it, and this was certainly one of those times; however, no matter how hard he pressed - and no matter how hard any other government pressed, as no one really believed this excuse - they never got any answers; MACUSA was firmly claiming it was a domestic matter, and only if 'necessary for the general welfare of member nations' would they would bring it up again at General Assembly. They maintained it happened within their borders and had not caused any damage to any member nation, and was therefore not a question for the ICW to involve themselves in, and to 'please drop it'.

Disappointed, but with his own problems, Harry and Hermione finally let it go.

Shaking his head to clear it of such worries, Harry got in the car the MACUSA Aurors had called for him, and gave the cabbie the address of the cafe Bella had told him to meet her at, which was not far from the Triskelion and was located in Georgetown, a few blocks from her school.

A short while later, the cab turned onto Wisconsin Avenue, and Harry looked out at the hustle and bustle of Georgetown. The place had the feel of a mix of college town and ritzy shopping district, and there were good crowds of people of all ages out and about. The end of summer was beckoning people to spend as much time outdoors as they could.

The driver stopped at the curb, and pointed to a small cafe across the street. Harry paid the driver and stepped from the cab and began walking the half block to his destination. As he got closer, he spotted Bella sitting at a small outdoor table, her head turned down to her phone. She hadn't spotted him yet, and he took a moment to take her in, his face breaking into a smile and tension fading from his neck and shoulders without him even realizing it.

The first thing he noticed was that her usually pale white skin - even paler than his own pasty English skin - was sun-kissed from her time in Florida. She'd told him she usually burned instead of tanning, but clearly she'd exaggerated, as her skin had an attractive caramel colored glow to it. She was wearing a red blouse - and he wondered if she did that intentionally after he'd told her that he liked her in red - and her hair was pinned up away from her face and fell in long waves down her back.

She was beautiful.

As if she felt his eyes on her, she suddenly lifted her eyes from her phone, and they zeroed right in to where he was standing. He watched her blink twice - as if not sure what she was seeing - and then her face broke out into a brilliant white smile. "Harry!" she called to him, standing abruptly from her chair.

With his own wide answering smile, he closed the remaining distance, opening his arms as she moved towards him, and then he was holding her.

Hugging her close for a moment, he took in a deep breath, feeling utterly relaxed for the first time in weeks. He felt her arms tightening on him, and he was only too happy as he did his own squeezing, burying his face in her hair. Neither of them said anything , just held their hug for what must have been approaching half a minute, when he realized people were beginning to stare.

Bella must have realized it as well, as she slowly disengaged , her cheeks pinking. Harry chuckled to himself: even with a tan, you could still see her blush.

As she tried to pull back, Harry wasn't for letting go so fast, so he kept his hands on her upper arms, so she just was able to pull back too far. Her face turned up to his, that same brilliant smile there, her eyes sparkling and deep.

He imagined his own face mirrored hers.

"Hi," he finally managed to say, and felt his own cheeks warm at his being tongue-tied.

Bella giggled. "Hi, yourself," she answered, and Harry chuckled, happy to see that that their delicious tension was still there.

"Did you have any trouble getting here?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

Harry finally let her go, and took her hand as she led him the few steps to her table. Thankfully, the dozen or so other patrons turned back to their own business, and when they sat down no one was blatantly staring anymore. "No troubles, thanks," he said, sitting down across from her. He looked down at the table, and noted a couple of muffins on a pair of plates and a tall plastic cup of what looked like a frozen coffee of some sort, with two tall straws. When she saw him looking at it, she smirked. "Yes, I thought you might be thirsty, and perhaps like to share," she said with a twinkle. "After all," she said, leaning forward to talk softly, "that portkeying across the ocean must not have been much fun."

Harry chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. Then, leaning down to the cup, his eyes on hers, he put his mouth close to the straw nearest him. "What is it?" he asked just as he took a sip. He watched Bella's eyes follow his movements as the cold drink hit his tongue, and his eyes widened in surprise at the delicious flavors of coffee and something sweet and chocolaty in his mouth. "Wow, it's great!" he added.

Bella giggled again. "It's a chocolate macchiato," she replied, smiling as he took another long pull from the straw. "I figured after you took me for those great butterbeers and that fantastic ice cream I had to at least try and return the favor." Her eyes were twinkling, and he laughed at her playfulness.

Taking another sip before gesturing for her to sip from the other straw, he nodded. "Well it's great. Thank you."

Bella leaned down, and with the straws in their mouths their faces were very close together, maybe six inches or so. Their eyes stayed locked as they sipped the drink, a surprisingly intimate moment given they were out in public.

As they sipped the drink, Harry's eyes catalogued her features. This close, he saw that a band of tiny freckles were visible on the bridge of her nose, probably brought out by the sun. Her wide eyes had tiny flecks of gold and green in them, reflected in the sunlight, and her hair looked like varnished mahogany, with a few wisps escaped from the pleat and blowing around her face.

He realized he was blatantly staring, but he couldn't look away. When a breeze caused one of the wisps to blow across her cheeks, he reached up and pushed the stray hair behind her right ear, a surprisingly intimate gesture. When her eyes fluttered, he let the palm of his hand fall from her ear and cup the side of her face.

Bella slowly let her cheek settle against his palm, and Harry smiled softly at her, speaking the first words that came to his mind. "I really missed you, Bella."

Smiling back at him, her hand came up, trapping his palm and holding it against her cheek for a moment before weaving her fingers through his and bringing them down to the table. "I missed you too, Harry," she admitted. "I was so excited this morning, and couldn't wait until you got here." She giggled. "I think I drove poor Sophie crazy."

They stared at one another for another long moment, before finally Bella took another sip, breaking the heavy moment.

Blinking as if he came out of a trance, Harry took another sip as well, his hand never leaving hers. "So, how is Sophie? Did she enjoy her trip?"

Bella smiled. "Yes! She just got in two days ago, and is very very tan. She has about a thousand photos from her trip, most from the Greek Islands, and supposedly has a 'hot Greek guy' who goes to college near here for me to meet if you ended up standing me up today."

They both laughed, Harry easily picturing the affable and flirty Sophie saying such a thing.

Bella smiled conspiratorially. "But now that you're here, I am quite sure I'll be subject to the 3rd degree later."

They spent the next half hour sharing a small pastry and finishing their drink, before Bella checked her phone for the time. Glancing up at Harry, she took a deep breath, the smile falling from her face.

He nodded. "I know, we need to get going. I just don't want you to worry, okay?"

Bella looked at him gratefully. "Thanks, Harry." She'd been not looking forward to this, at all.

Getting into a cab, they were soon on the way to the Triskelion.

A short time later, when they arrived at the visitor's gate, Harry was surprised to see Phil Coulson waiting for them. Phil smiled at the pair, having a guard with an impressive looking machine gun open a locked gate to let them through, bypassing the normal metal detectors and other security apparatus.

Friendly as always, Phil shook both their hands. "Isabella, Harry, it's good to see both of you, and thank you for coming. The Director is very eager to meet you both." They began to walk together on a wide sidewalk across a wide open space with finely manicured lawns, towards a tall entrance with an imposing, vault like door. The sides of the building were made of tall walls of glass, reflections of the waterway that jutted up against one side of the massive building glittering on their surface.

Harry was impressed by the structure, staying quiet as Phil engaged Bella in small talk; Harry noted the many security cameras that dotted the grounds and the sides of the building, and he gently sent out a magical pulse, using his magic to 'feel' the area around him. He immediately detected other, unseen security devices interacting with his magic that were undoubtedly hidden in the structures around him. Perhaps they were listening devices, or hidden weapons turrets or scanners of some type. He didn't know, but he could 'feel' their presence.

Harry's control of his magical aura had progressed to the point that, if he sent it consciously out from him in a circle, he could feel his magic interacting with nearby electrical devices; it felt like, to him, that they were 'pushing back' against his magic. Hermione had explained it to him once, though he was still sketchy on some of the details; but the gist of it was, that what he was feeling when he pushed his magic out and encountered something that used electricity was something called electrical resistance. She explained that, just like electric current has to overcome resistance in a wire or circuit as it traveled from one place to another, his magic was essentially a 'field' that could also flow through a wire or circuit. Unfortunately, magic and electricity were fundamentally different and electrical circuits were often overloaded when magic interacted with them. This was the reason, she explained, that most electrical devices either didn't work properly in magic heavy environments or short-circuited if they were not insulated or protected against external sources of energy.

Shaking his head as he thought fondly of Hermione, he brought his attention back to the large door that was open for them. As they entered the building, Coulson had them stop at a desk where they received small identification tags that clipped onto their clothes. The guard scanned them using a handheld device, and then waved them through when a green light appeared on a desk monitor.

They walked past several other checkpoints without the guards questioning them, usually just nodding to Phil, and they walked down a fairly crowded, wide hallway towards a bank of black elevators set against an outside wall.

On the way up in the elevator, they had a beautiful view of DC through the glass wall of the elevator. Bella was impressed, but felt quite a bit overwhelmed by this whole production. She had no real idea why she was here, meeting with the Director of Shield (she'd done some research on them over the past few weeks, and Harry had told her what he knew of them), when she could easily have been debriefed on her 'knowledge' of the Seattle attacks by Phil or really any other Agent.

No, her intuition was flickering: they wanted something from her.

She just hoped that it was something she was prepared to give.
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After stopping at a few floors where people got in and out, they finally exited the elevator on floor '6'. In front of them, there was another locked gate with several guards in front. This time, they did not just wave Phil through; they had to show their badges to be scanned before the gate opened.

"Standard procedure," said Phil at Harry's raised eyebrow. "Only those with certain access can get to this level."

Once past security, they walked down a narrow hallway that wasn't that different than what Bella imagined a suite of executive offices might look like; there were offices with dark doors with gold name plates, with secretaries at desks just outside of them; a small kitchen area with a coffee pot and a soda machine, a set of large copiers...all very normal looking and not quite what Bella was expecting.

The trio walked past many doors, towards the end of the hall until they finally arrived at a dark wooden door without a name plate, that Phil held open for before beckoning them inside.

As they walked into the wood paneled room with a rectangular conferece table and comfortable looking leather chairs, the four occupants at the table all stood from their seats. Bella was hesitant and nervous, and trailed Harry as the last one in.

Harry immediately recognized Director Fury from his bio that Shacklebolt had shown him when he discussed coming here with him. His eyes then moved to the other three, and he recognized Agent Barton as the Bowman from London three weeks ago.

The other two occupants - both attractive women - were both unknown to him.

Fury, dressed in his signature black leather trench coat, boots, and black BDU's, spoke first. "Auror Potter, Ms. Swan, thank you for coming to speak with us today." He gestured to the other people in the room. "You've already met Agent Barton. This," and he gestured to a tall, blue eyed woman, probably in her mid 30's, with dark hair pulled tightly against her skull and braided down her back, "is Deputy Director Maria Hill. And this," he waved his arm towards the other woman, "is Agent Romanoff." Harry's eyes stayed on Romanoff a moment longer than the others. She had fiery red hair that hung in loose curls to her shoulders, had very pale skin, and pale green eyes. For a moment, he noted that she looked very much like and older version of his mother might have looked like, from the few pictures he'd seen of her. She was very beautiful, and probably somewhere in her late 20's if Harry had to guess.

Romanoff was fairly petite; she wore boots with a short heel, but he estimated she was maybe Bella's height of 5'4 or a touch taller, but nowhere near Hill's height.

Everything about her screamed 'danger' to Harry's senses. She held herself in a very relaxed, fluid like stance, almost like a cat ready to pounce in any direction. In her tight jumpsuit, she looked very fit, the clear definition of muscle in her arms and legs very apparent. She was armed, with two pistols in holsters against her ribs, and she had on a belt that looked like it had different types of gadgets on it. A leather strip along her calf clearly held a knife of some kind, and the bracelets on her wrists also looked like they housed weapons.

Yes, this woman would be a dangerous person to cross.

When he glanced at Bella, he noted that she too looked apprehensive when her eyes moved over Romanoff, as if she knew the placid look on her face was just a mask that she wore. Harry reminded himself that Bella had met dangerous people before, and he was glad she was able to spot a predator.

Bella felt everyone's eyes on her, and despite trying not to she knew she was blushing. She moved her eyes off the scary looking woman and instead focused for a moment on the brave agent who had fought off the vampire with nothing but a bow and Arrow. When he gave her a small smile she let out a small breath, and smiled in return. She blinked in surprise as Harry suddenly was holding a chair out for her, and she noted that everyone was waiting for her to sit first.

"Thanks Harry," she muttered, and everyone then took their seats. Fury had not offered his hand, nor did anyone else, and Bella just followed their lead, feeling even more out of place here.

Director Fury folded his large hands on the table. "Ms. Swan, Mr. Potter, I am sure you are wondering why I have asked you here today." When Bella nodded, he looked at her. "I will try to be totally up front with you where I can be, and will try and answer any questions you might have at the end of our discussion. For now, Mr. Potter, Ms. Swan, please be advised that everyone in this room has been briefed on the Statute of Secrecy and is aware of the Magical World."

When both Bella and Harry nodded, Fury sat up straighter in his chair. "After the events in London three weeks ago - where a fight spilled out from Diagon Alley into a populated non-wizarding area - our counterparts in Britain briefed us on what had happened and who was involved."

Fury's single eye - dark, unblinking - turned to look at Bella. "Of course, we knew who Mr. Potter was, and SHIELD had no real jurisdiction regarding anything that happened that day. It was a matter for British Intelligence and the Ministry Auror force. In fact, nothing further might have come of the matter, except during a routine data mining sweep of the reports into a monitored storage silo, the name Isabella Swan popped up."

He paused for a moment, making Bella fidget. Fury had a very direct, confrontational way about him that put her on edge. His voice was sharp, and curt, a voice used to command.

Bella felt like she was being interrogated, despite him not having asked her a single question.

Harry sensed her tension, and he moved his left hand from his lap to gently squeeze her hand, which was clenched in her own lap. Bella let out a small breath, and relaxed a bit at Harry's gesture, so very glad he was sitting there with her.

For his part, Harry was well aware everyone else in the room was watching Bella like a hawk. Clearly they wanted to be able to gauge her reactions and truthfulness to whatever Fury had to say to them today.

Fury continued after letting his last words hang in the air. "Ms. Swan's name was already known to SHIELD - she was listed as a person of interest during the Seattle murders a few years ago."

Bella gasped at this bit of info. How was it possible? How could the government possibly connect her with what happened during that year?

Before Bella could ask a question and possibly give too much information away - Harry too was curious and dubious as to why SHIELD really wanted to meet with her - so he interrupted whatever she might say. "Why so?" He looked and acted completely non-plussed, and Bella took a deep breath as she tried to copy his mannerism by sitting straighter, and stopping the twisting of her fingers under the table's edge.

Fury hesitated a moment, his eyes flashing momentarily to Coulson. Harry smirked and leaned forward. "Come now, Director. You said you'd be up front with us."

Fury sighed, and again glanced over to Coulson. Harry watched carefully, and saw that some silent communication must have passed between them. Fury nodded, and Hill pressed a button on a panel in front of her. A large screen lit up on one of the walls, easily eight feet across. When it did, Phil stood from his seat, pressed a few buttons on a wall panel and a series of shutters closed on the windows, blocking anyone from seeing into the room. He pressed a second button , and a brief hissing noise was heard in the room, high pitched and almost painful to the ears. It lasted a few seconds, and then he nodded again to Fury. "The room is secured."

Fury pressed a button and a small controller panel rose from the desk in front of him. He pressed a few buttons on it, and the screen darkened. "On the monitor is camera footage from a dockyard in Seattle, taken in June of 2006." Fury then explained to Harry and Bella what they were seeing, discussing the disappearances and how they obtained this film from a security camera.

Coulson took over the explanation, and, just like he did when he showed this video to Fury, he slowed the video down to real-time as the clock neared 2am.

Phil's quiet voice contrasted with the grim topic he was discussing. "As you know, no one could find the killer or killers responsible for over 100 hundred disappearances during the Spring of 2006. Watch closely now, and you will see who - or rather, what - was responsible."

Harry leaned forward, his hands tightening. He felt Bella unconsciously shift closer to him, and he gave her a brief smile of reassurance before focusing closely on the screen.

They watched as two dockworkers slowly walked off the gangplank at the end of a long shift, one of them carrying a brown bag of what was probably alcohol. "Watch carefully now," said Phil.

Something caught the Dockworkers attention offscreen, and then suddenly two figures appeared as if from nowhere, right in front of the workers. Harry's eyes narrowed - he knew what he was looking at - but even as Fury was about to pause the video, everyone heard Bella gasp.

"Victoria..." she whispered, her voice tight with fear, and 5 heads turned to look at her.

Bella just stared at the frozen picture of Victoria on the screen, remembering the white fur that had starred in so many of her nightmares.

"You know this person, Ms. Swan?" Agent Hill asked, hands clasped on the table as she leaned forward, eager to have her questions answered at last.

Bella was breathing hard, her eyes still locked on the demon that had plagued her dreams for so long during that dark time. It all came rushing back - the fear that she lived with every single day after the incident with Laurent; the fear for herself, and for Charlie, and for Jacob and the pack. So many nights, she wondered if the right thing was running, or even turning herself in to Victoria to safeguard those she loved, despite knowing she'd suffer terribly for it before she died.

During that terrible Spring, every day she'd wake up, she would be thankful to have made it through another night. She knew the pack was protecting her, but it would only take a moment distraction and Bella would be dead. And then, when new vampires began to appear on the reservation and Forks in April and May, the fear reached critical levels, especially as the body count in Seattle piled up.

How many vampires did she have? A dozen? A hundred?

Though they tried to hide it behind bravado, she knew the Pack was worried. When ten, fifteen, twenty wolves had phased, they knew huge numbers were probably coming their way, and no one doubted that not everyone would make it.

But then, suddenly in June, all the attempts to breach the wolves perimeter just...stopped. The pack thought it might be a trick, but as Seattle came out from under siege and no new sightings were made, they slowly relaxed as it looked like the Victoria threat might truly be gone.

They never knew what happened to her, though they had always wondered if she was still out there, somewhere, or if she had pissed off the wrong person and had been destroyed.

Bella even liked to sometimes pretend the Cullens had come back to finish her off, though she never shared that with Jacob.

Bella had not really thought of Victoria in so long; So, to see her now, standing like a snake poised to strike...it brought her right back to that day in the meadow again with Laurent; or even, further back, to the day in the baseball field, where the three nomads had come to investigate the Cullen's baseball game, and James decided she'd make a nice snack...

Bella finally tore her eyes away from the screen, trying to catch her breath. When Harry suddenly took her hand, giving it a squeeze and pulling her into his side, she turned grateful eyes to him.

"You okay Bella?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers. "Do you want a glass of water?"

She nodded her head, taking a shaky breath. Phil stood and opened a small fridge on a side wall and took out a bottle of water and a plastic cup and brought it over to Bella. "Here you go,"
he said kindly.

"Thanks," she whispered, her hands shaking as she poured some water into the cup and took a long sip. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and after another sip she put the cup down.

She was stronger than this. She had survived Victoria's terror, and she was not that scared girl anymore.

Sitting straighter in her chair, chin firming up, Bella turned to Fury and Hill. "Yes, I know who that is. Her name is...or was..." Bella shook her head. "Her name is Victoria." And despite a little tremble in the end, Bella's voice was strong and sure, and Harry was proud of her.

Fury and Hill exchanged a quick look before he turned back to her. "Ms. Swan? We designate Victoria as something we call an 'Enhanced.' That is someone with abilities above the normal human baseline. Most of these Enhanced are dangerous, and we try and keep track of them."

His single eye focused on her like a laser, his eagerness to understand apparent in his demeanor and tone. "Isabella - What else can you tell us? Do you know anything else about her? Do you know what she is?"

Bella's eyes searched Fury's face, trying to discern how much he might already know. Was this a test? Could she say anything? She knew there were rules about this - Edward had hinted at such, and Jasper had told her about the need for secrecy.

Aware that everyone was waiting for her answer, she finally turned and looked to Harry, their eyes locking.

She was asking his permission.

For his part, Harry had not expected this direct question from Fury so soon, and in fact did not truly know how much knowledge SHIELD had about Magical creatures.

To be prepared for this meeting, Harry had discussed the possibility of SHIELD having some knowledge of vamps with Shacklebolt - after all, Agent Barton had watched Harry fight a vampire right in front of him - and Harry was authorized to reveal the truth of their existence if it explicitly came up.

It clearly had just done so.

Finally, Harry nodded his head to Bella, and she let out a deep breath before turning back to Fury.

"Yes, Director Fury, I know what she is, and what she is capable of." Her words hung for a minute - and everyone leaned forward in their seats.

Bella took a deep breath, here eyes trailing over her captive audience. "She is a vampire."

A/N-Okay, SHIELD is in the 'know' now. Note the reference to Puente Antiguo - thats the Thor Movie, where the hammer lands and the town Loki eventually sends the Destroyer to.