In the corner of her small cottage home Chenault Caput-Yvon sat quietly, her head against the wall looking out the window. Living in Norway had treated Chenault very kindly for the past few years, without the commotion of America and all it's little secrets and dangers. She lived without direction and her mind needed that, a rest from her past life in New York. She preferred to be alone so that her thoughts may roam free and her actions would go unquestioned.

Before the night settled itself into the horizon Chenault pulled out a knapsack from her closet, hung it on the door handle and let herself rest for the evening.

When Chenault awoke in the morning she began collecting a few essential clothing items, her personal laptop creation (.3 lbs), and Edith Hamilton's Mythology. When she had packed them all together she left her house unlocked and began a trek into the Norwegian wood.

Nick Fury and Agent Phil Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division arrived in Norway, Sunday, February 7 and traveled to Yvon's Hollow just outside of Buskerud. Normally it would be Agent Coulson and a few SHIELD agents to recruit for the Avengers but they had already tried two years prior to recruit Chenault Caput-Yvon for the Initiative and were sorely unsuccessful. Nick Fury wanted to make sure that it was very clear how much they needed her alongside Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.

When they arrived Fury got a call from main quarters and signaled for Coulson to continue on. Aside from Fury yapping orders far behind him, he noticed the quietness of the area as he walked up to the porch. He knocked on the door and nearly heard the echo throughout the entire small cottage. He looked through the door window and saw everything a mess. He tensed and went for the handle, opening it and walking in slowly.

The house was a complete wreck, though he knew that Miss Caput-Yvon often lived that way through her various experiments and lack of personal cleanliness due to her rather exceptional aptitude for things concerning the mind and not the body nor environment. Except for several wild plants and a small blue bird tweeting on the window sill, the house seemed completely void of life.

"Sir," Coulson said as he popped back outside, "We seem to have a situation."

"...What kind of situation?" Fury walked into the house when suddenly the fire place lit with flames in the silence.

The bird screeched and flew out the door as sparks began to fly from the fire and caught flame to the rugs and the walls. Fury and Coulson ran out the door as quickly as they could and watched ten yards away as the house filled with any and every clue of Chenault's whereabouts burned to the ground within minutes.

Just over the crackling of the wood's foundation crumbling and the distant sirens, an angered yell could be heard possibly from miles around, Nick Fury in all the fury he could possibly muster screamed in frustration to the sky, "Shit! Goddammit!"

On a boat to Japan Chenault read quietly her book on Mythology and payed special thought to Norse Mythology. One of the many reasons why she had decided live in Norway was to learn more of these gods and their tales. The last time she spoke to Nick Fury she had pick-pocketed his phone and broke through the lazy security that had been meant to secure the deepest of information by password protection (password: alphaamerica). She had noticed a particular large amount of files on Thor, the God of Thunder, including photographs of a rather buff blond. Chenault felt inclined to investigate on her own without the supervision of Fury and his agents.

She was surprised it had taken them so long to find her, although she had been particularly sly Chenault wasn't exactly the most well-kept secret in the intellectual world. In fact, that's why she had been noticed by SHIELD in the first place, she began to publish and create things at an alarmingly fast rate and beyond what laboratories and colleges were capable of reaching beyond the next ten years. Disproving of the string theory, papers on literary works in relation to the times (more particularly Shakespeare), and beyond that a theory of dispassionate circumstance and reality. Her IQ breached the test's boundaries and when the news got a hold of that they clinched their jaws tight on her profile. SHIELD contacted her with a proposition to work amongst the greatest minds in the world and she left the country without a reply. Of course this caused some animosity between the department and any future inclination to join but Chenault felt confident that she was no hero, and never would or could be a hero.