A/N: I got the idea from reading Uncle Phil by 1arigato, but with differences of course. My hat goes to them for having thought about this first. This will be after both Transformers: The Dark Side of the Moon and the Avengers. Also I know I have other stories but I just felt like I needed to post this one up, and thanks to Chaosia Guadimus to looking it over and encourage me to get better at my writing. :) The title is also from Taylor Swift's song of the same name from the CD Speak Now. When the story progress you'll see why. Please review and let me know what you guys think please!

Enchanted

Chapter One

Phil Coulson spoke to the Director of SHIELD as he made his way down the elevator to the bottom floors. After a month away in South America with the group he assembled–against the council's wishes, of course–was about to arrive in less than twenty-minutes and he needed to go greet them. Thor, the thunder God, had decided to stay with them, and was traveling with the team as well.

No doubt to get information on Jane Foster as it's been almost two years since the whole team had gotten together.

Phil would have gone along with them but with a missing family member–someone very dear and close to him–Fury went instead, knowing of the tight relationship. Hanging up the phone as soon as he reached the lobby his tablet beeped at him and he quickly took it out and unlocked it, then pressed the yellow circular alert button on the screen. A couple of street cameras came into four squares. It showed a sleek black Ducati 848 that wove in and out of traffic, the rider not concerned that it was illegal. The device zeros in on the bike itself, beeping yellow to let him know it wasn't of that world. Phil sighed a breath of relief, knowing exactly who the rider was. He could reprimand them for riding in and out of traffic like that but he knew they will only answer a witty comment of, 'I'm used to it from California since, all motorcycle riders do it anyways–what with being crowded and always there being traffic. Besides, it's not my fault that I lived nineteen years there and got used to it.'

Oh, how so much like his youngest sister they were, God rest her soul.

Four years. That's how long since Phil has seen the rider, only speaking on Skype or in text. Now after the death of their father only a month ago they were back in New York–after no contact whatsoever. Phil and the rest of the family and friends didn't see them at the funeral, Acree not giving anyone their location as she disappeared with the rider as well. He watched as they cut through an alley to move away from Time Square–even there they won't be able to move around in between the cars, he knew–and into the street SHIELD was located. Cars honked their horns, he heard, but the rider paid them no mind he knew.

Locking up his tablet Phil put it back to his inside pocket and looked down the street to the rider. He told both the driver and another agent to go to the airport without him, letting them know that he had another ride. The two black SUV's rode away from the curb just as the biker rode to a stop next to it. Before the rider could get off, Phil held up a hand before using sign language.

"Need a ride to the airport, we can talk there."

Getting a curt nod the figure produced a helmet from the side of the bike and gave it to Phil. He put it on and quickly got behind them. Revving the engine as soon as Phil had wrapped his arms around them the rider sped off, once again ignoring the car horns. In no time they arrived to the J.F.K. airport, at one point getting in front of the two SUV's. Because they had to go inside the landing strips to where the hangers were located Phil had to show ID and put in a password into a tablet–as did the drivers in the two SUV's.

Tapping the rider Phil pointed where to go, signing when she needed to slow down or stop or go. All three vehicles stopped just outside a large open hanger, seven figures walking out. Phil and the rider both got off, Phil quickly taking off his helmet and placing it on the bike seat–which quickly dissolved back into it. Anthony Edward 'Tony' Stark whistled as the others raised an eyebrow at the usually up tight agent getting off a bike.

"Damn Coulson, you got yourself a sweet ride," the rider took off their helmet, long light brown hair falling down her back, "and an even sweet rider. Can I have one?"

"Jackass," the young woman signed, making Phil laugh and the others to frown.

"What the hell was that?" Tony cried out confused.

Although she didn't have her hearing aids on the twenty-six year old woman was able to read lips very well. He knew that he must look odd standing next to her as he was eleven inches taller–eight inches if she wore heels. She also wore tight skinny jeans tucked into black mid-calf boots with three buckles around the ankle and one across the top, her hipster leather jacket was zipped just below her neck, the strap undone…which just looked odd to his black suit and tie.

"How was the mission sir?" Phil asked after clearing his throat.

"It went well, but could have gone better with you there." Fury smirked, before adding, "Is that-?"

"Yes sir,"

Fury nodded, "Go home, I'm sure she needs you now more than ever."

"I can wait until he finishes his job," she told them with a frown, all the while signing.

Despite being deaf the woman didn't lose her voice like some other children at birth or at a very young age and had decided not to use their voice because they couldn't hear anymore. She was only six and a half when she got severe bacterial meningitis, and after she was cured and lost her hearing she didn't stop talking like the doctors had thought. It was another thing that reminded Phil of his late baby sister–the stubbornness and never taking no for an answer.

Phil placed a hand to her shoulder to get her attention. "Its fine, I haven't been on a mission since you went missing a month ago."

The woman can feel herself wanting to cry at the memory and turned her back, trying to control her emotions. Phil sighed, hating that he reminded his niece of the last family member whom she loved and cared as best as she could until their last day. The senior agent turned to the Director and the still confused team. Although his duty has always been to SHIELD and of the Director, the past month his duty was to his broken niece.

"Rooms have been made up for you all back at SHIELD's, once you all rested and cleaned up Agent Hill will have the conference room ready."

Fury gives his right hand man a curt nod, "Thank you Coulson. Take her home, she looks like she could use some rest as well."

With that said the group moves towards the two SUV's, each one of the super hero's looking back at the woman whom continued to look at the planes landing or taking off rather than at them. Steve Rogers hesitated to get in the truck when he noticed the same wrenching pain he felt for his old teammates and his life in WWII. His heart broke for the younger woman, knowing exactly how it feels to lose someone you loved dearly. Misty gray eyes turned to his crystal blue ones and held for a minute before the woman looked away.

Steve wanted to go over to her, hug her, and just take the pain from her. With a sigh he turned from her and got into the truck, knowing no amount of comfort will take the hurt away except time. The woman brushed at a tear, closing her eyes to will the pain away as the two SUV's drove away. Despite all his faults her father was a wonderful man that loved and cared for his daughter and tried to do what was right for her. Even sending her miles away from the only home she's known and the last parent she had left. She was a child, confused, scared, and only wanting her father.

She jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder once again, looking to her uncle. Phil tried to smile but all the woman could see was questions and sympathy. She hated it. She hated having people looking at her with sympathy; it was one of the reasons why she didn't intend the funeral. Well, that, and the fact that she couldn't process the fact that her father was gone. She needed to disappear, get away from everything and everyone that would have reminded her of her father.

"We should go," she signed to him, not wanting to talk about what her uncle obviously wanted to talk to her. "Not here, Uncle Phil, not here."

Nodding in understanding he picked up the helmet that had materialized on top of the bike seat once again. He wouldn't push her, not yet, but they needed to talk or else she was going to break. And Phil knew that he wouldn't be able to take seeing her break down with the pain he knew she was feeling.

Phil lived on Central Park West, the posh area clean and pristine. In front of a three story house Phil quickly got off, the woman following. Phil puts his helmet down and makes his way up the stairs as the woman held on to hers. She placed her hand on the front of the bike, quickly signing to it.

"Thanks Acree, for everything. You can go to Washington to see the others if you like."

A hologram woman figure appeared on the bike, smiling. "I'll drive around the neighborhood to make sure there's no Decepticons. I'll be back."

Smiling in return the woman walks over to her uncle as the bike rode off quickly. Phil wrapped his arm around her shoulders and entered the house, asking her what she wanted to eat. As they decided on Chinese food Phil started to order it as the woman laid on the couch with a tired sigh, stretching out her arms. With her eyes close the woman listened to nothing–it was something that she got used to over the years–and slowly fell asleep. Hanging up the phone Phil walked to the living room to have the conversation they needed to have only to find his niece asleep.

Shaking his head Phil took hold of the throw on the chest by the couch and placed it over his niece. He brushed her hair from her face, a face that belonged to his late baby sister with the eyes of his late brother-in-law. How much misfortune did his niece needed to have until she can have a joyful life? Isn't time that good things start to happen for her? Things have started looking up already for his nephew, the son of his oldest sister, working alongside indefinitely with the Autobots and his now fiancé, Carly Spencer.

Exhaling softly Phil leans down and kissed her forehead. "I love you Trinity. Sleep well."