A/N: I hope you like this chapter, and I know it's another Coulson / Hermione story. What can I say?

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Chapter 3

Hermione watched as the wizard, separated the materials of her wand, and magicked them to bend into an image of a otter, before the small creature seemed to dive on her shoulder. A few more waves of the artist's wand, the otter reappeared against her arm, and relaxing on it's back. "This is incredible, wonder why they don't have places like this, in England."

"There is a place in Russia, but most of them overseas, like to stick to the past. So it's not surprising, that there aren't to many heard of, in that region of the world," The artist answered, smiling as he watched the witch, admiring his work, "So what brings the Miss Hermione Granger, to this part of the world?"

The wizard had long black straight hair, blue crystal eyes, and a copper complexion, and looked around twenty-five. He noticed the shock of the witch, from him being familiar with her name, "Sorry, I get the Daily Prophet."

"I came to live with my brother," She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hated being recognized, because she always ended up with flashes of the war. She brought out some money, and handed it to the wizard, not caring it was to much, "Thanks for the beautiful work, and we have reservations somewhere, right Phil?"

Phil didn't have time to answer as the witch, grabbed him by the hand, and hurried him out of the shop. He looked at her worriedly, as she leaned against a wall of the magic pet shop next door, and started taking deep breaths, "What's wrong, Maya?"

She gave a small smile, "I hate being recognized, especially by people I don't know," she explained, turning to look at her arm, where the otter was hopping around. "It feels weird, not having my wand on me, instead of the tattoo."

"You should try it out," The wizard suggested, as he pointed towards a rose, and magically brought it to his hand.

She looked at a floral shop, and smiled as she approached the cashier, "Accio pink carnation," she smiled as the said flower, floated right into her hand, before giving the lady some money. She turned to her companion, and smiled, "Wow, that was fun."

He smiled as he grabbed the rest of the pink carnations, and brought it to the florist, who wrapped it for him. He handed her a card, and watched as she rang the flowers up, before handing him them, "Good thing about America, the magic villages accept regular currency," he handed her the flowers, and smiled as she blushed as she took the gift. "Yours looked a little lonely."

She turned to hide her blush, and started walking in the opposite direction, "We should probably get back to New York."

He smiled as she hugged the flowers, against her chest as they started walking, stopping her when they reached a restaurant, "I actually did have reservations, if you were hungry."

She stopped, and looked around the shops, noticing a couple of the people looking her way. Than she looked at her friend, who waited for her answer, and smiled at him, "Of course, but it's my treat, for taking-"

"A gentleman always pays for a date," He cut her off, taking her hand in his, and leading her into the small cafe.

"This was a date?" She asked surprised, using the excuse of looking around the room, to hide the blush. She gave a shy smile, as he helped her into her seat, and took a seat next to her. "This is a very nice place, not what you would expect, from looking at it from the outside."

"I usually get something, and take it home with me, since there's not anyone else I could bring here." He smiled at the awe in her eyes, as two salads suddenly appeared, along with two flutes of wine, "I like this place, because they serve whatever is being cooked for the day, takes away the hassle of deciding. Today is a salmon, in citrus, and garlic sauce, served on a bed of wild rice, with steamed carrots. I have the daily dishes, pinned to my own fridge, so I know which are good days to come here. I hope you like fish."

"I love fish," She smiled, taking a bite of her salad, letting out a soft moan. "This is fantastic, what dressing is this?"

"It's a house recipe, something to do with berries, and some type of juice," He thanked the waitress, as she took the plates, "So what are you planning to do, now that you've moved here?"

"I think I'll just help my brother out, I am still jumpy around large crowds, and sometimes have breakdowns if I get overwhelmed." She noticed a few of the diners whispering, as they looked in there directions, "and I thought it would be better here, but-"

"Don't worry about them, they don't know where we live," Phil assure taking her hand, and rubbing circles with his thumb on her palm. He called a waitress over, and asked to make the rest of there order to go, before leading the witch to the check stand, "We'll go back to my place, and eat the rest of our meal, if you'd like."

She smiled at her date, as he held there meals, and than lead her to a backroom where a floo was located. "Thank you."

The Next Morning

"You have a nice place, Phil," She complemented, as she walked out of his bedroom, wearing the shirt from the night before.

Phil couldn't keep the smile off his face, still not believing hey had ended dating the nineteen year old witch in front of him three months ago. They had ended up sleeping together, the first night he came to her apartment in the stark tower, and they fell asleep watching a movie. She had woken him up with her pained screams, than explained about the constant nightmares of what she's been through, and him having her promise that she'd come to him at any time.

The thought of her in any kind of pain, made his blood boil with thoughts of who brought the pain, and he actually wanted to kill them. He tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear, and kissed her own smiling lips.

He released the hold on her, and smiled as she walked to get herself a cup of coffee, and than sat at his table. "So any plans for the day?"

She stared down at her cup, "I have a portkey, which will be taking me back to England, for a fundraiser benefit for the orphans?" Her hands were shaking slightly, which happened when she was talking about the place, which held painful memories.

He sat beside her after removing the mug, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, which instantly calmed her, "Why are you so nervous, weren't you the one who organized the event?"

"Yes I am the organizer, but it still hurts when I think of the lives taken in the war, and why they have so many orphans," Explained the young woman, as she looked into her down at her lap.

He stood back to his feet, and pulled the young woman into his arms, as he wrapped his arms around him, "I have like months of sick time available, and a few 'I owe you' to redeem, how about I go with you. I can be there for support, and I will donate something as well."

The witch smiled as she turned her eyes, to meet his with a smile, "You would do that for me?"

"Of course I would," Assured the agent, leaning in to kiss her lips, "I'll call Maria right now, and let her know to tell Fury, that I won't be around for a couple weeks. Than after the benefit, you and I could take a mini vocation, and visit Magic Hawaii."

"I would really like that," The young woman smiled, as she rested her head against the agents chest, "Thank you, Phil."

"Anything for you, Mia," Phil whispered, as he kissed the witch's crown.