Mushyking98 convinced me to post this! Lol. Ok, so this is really short, more of an intro! I'll try to get the next one up soon! Enjoy!

I wasn't dumb. Not at all. I knew exactly why I had been chosen for this project. It wasn't for the reason that Coulson had stated. "Your background in history is valuable and personal relation skills." I rolled my eyes as I pictured Phil's stoic face robotically stating the line that was written for him.

Personal relations my foot! I was a International Relations major who just so happened to have a nifty aim and done good in the field. I was by no means "technically" qualified for this job.

Nope. The second I opened the file, a light bulb went on in my mind. I was chosen for one reason. My personality.

Standing at a teeny 5'3, maybe, I had naturally muddy blonde hair that I had dyed a redish brown to accent my hazel green eyes. I had a bit of an "old" figure. So people say. No, I wasn't tall and thin as a twig. But I wasn't fat either. I was petite built with a hourglass figure that had been shaped and hardened through vigorous exercise. Much like Tashas.

But none of that was important. Nope. The list that made me unofficially qualified was something like this. I never smoked, drank, cursed, or ever tried drugs in my life. Yes, I was a bit of a goody toe shoes but not a by the book wacky. Quite the opposite in fact. I could be reckless and stupid when I was in the actual field but my intentions were always good. Not too mention I was head strong and strong willed and extremely intelligent. And I had the sneaky suspicious ion my fettish for the 1940s had played a bit of the role. Maybe even the fact that off duty I dressed and wore my hair in soft finger waves. Yeah, that had nothing to do with it at all. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I was being assigned to Captain Rogers for a single reason: I was the easiest person on his mental stability. I sighed and shut his folder.

I crossed my arms and glared in annoyance at the folder.

Truly, I wasn't actually peeved. Deep down, I was more than excited for this mission. I was just being too stubborn to admit it. Even to myself.

I bit down on my lip in nervousness. I stared at the buildings driving by as the shield agent driving the car was ominously quiet. Professional. Like all agents. I squirmed suddenly feeling odd. That was weird. I never felt out of place before. No matter how many people stared at me bewilderment as if I had walked out of a movie or a magazine. No I nervously adjusted the delicate net on my hat. It had been my great aunt mary graces. She was just a child during the war. My eyes glazed over as images from my childhood began to fill my mind. Of spending days on end in the attic of grandmother's dusty old house. Discovering new items of clothing or jewelry or pictures lost in the midst of her possessions from the war. It was my favorite pass time as a child. I gulped as I realized, that to this man, my childhood fantasies was his reality. And this, this was his fantasy. I suddenly felt so alien. I could hardly stand to breathe. I inhaled deeply as the car came to a slow halt. My eyes widened and my heart began to pound loudly reverberating through my ears. I suddenly felt like the one who had stepped into the new world. I closed my eyes and prayed to God I could hold on to my sanity.