"We're resigning you." Nick Fury said coldly. Phil stood silently behind him, a regretful smile on his face.

"You can't do this to me. S.H.I.E.L.D. is my life!" I protested, "I don't know anything else. I can't do anything else."

Fury paused and scratched the brow above his eye patch.

"Maybe one more chance is in order, but do not fail us again." Fury said, turning and leaving. I walked up to Phil and punched him straight in the arm.

"He was going to kick me out and you stood there and did nothing." I shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you getting hurt Em, you're my little sister and I have to protect you." Phil apologized. I bit my lip and hugged him.

"It's alright. I can take care of myself, but I appreciate the gesture."

"Agent Coulson!" Fury called from around the corner.

"Yes?" Phil and I replied simultaneously.

My name's Emily Coulson. I'm nineteen years of age and currently one of the youngest agents amongst the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division or S.H.I.E.L.D. for short. My brother, Phil, is a big time at the company. Me though, I'm the screw up they wished they'd never hired, or at least that's how I see it. I haven't been working as an agent for very long now (little over a year) and only managed to land a job here because of Phil. Mum and Dad aren't around anymore and it was either this or a life of crime, between you and me, this is a lot cooler than robbing a corner store for a living.

Fury wanted to speak to Phil, so I went back to my quarters to change. My room-mates belongings had been packed up, she'd died on the last mission they sent us on.

We were sent to go spy on a russian official who was making un-accounted trips into the Congo, but instead got ourselves caught, actually I got us caught by sneezing. Turns out the official was money laundering with illegal war lord Tyrone Timall. My friend, Agent Diana Dickson, was murdered when we tried to escape.

Unfortunately, that hasn't been the only major slip up I've had since being here, that's why Fury wanted me out. Actually, quite a few senior agents wanted me gone, but my puppy dog eyes and sad orphan child story worked well.

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair, noticing Diana's vanity was cleared away as well. Didn't take them long. I switched on the television only to find boring re-runs of the Bold and the Beautiful. Ugh.

Walking back outside, I made my way down to Phil's compartment to wait for him. I knew his password so I went straight on in.

Phil's room was almost identical to mine, the only difference was that he had a fluffier quilt than me– a quilt that I regularly 'borrowed'. I flopped down on top of his bed and rested my head in my hands, back on his pillow. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence I switched my position and put my hands under his pillow. My hands laid not onto the soft bed, but instead cardboard. I sat up and pulled away the pillow to reveal a cardboard folder filled with a stash of notes inside it. On the top it read 'Avengers Initiative'.

"Avengers?" I whispered to myself. Inside sat multiple files on various people, and they weren't quite normal profiles. I took the liberty of pulling out my phone and taking a photo of each page. Just as I put my phone away the door slid open and in walked Phil, startled by my presence.

"Hey Phil!" I said placing all the pages back inside the folder, attempting to discreetly put them back.

"What were you doing looking at that? That's need to know information!" he said snatching the folder away, dropping the contents in the process.

"Sorry, I just found it and got curious... What are you doing? Creating an army or some—," I started as Phil cut me off.

"You can't just go around looking through my stuff. I...I'm going to have to report you to Director Fury. You can't know about this."

"Phil..." I tried to say as my throat cut dry.

"Em. This is beyond me." he apologized after placing everything back inside the folder and leaving.