Sorry it's been so long for the few of you that read this story, I am truly sorry. I've been considering many different things with this story and I think it best to skip through the silliness of keeping to the Avengers story that I think it best to skip over the fight scene in New York and take you all into the past where the story truly begins and then into the present where the story takes place.

Apologies for the shortness of this chapter as well, though it is merely a starting point.

New York City, New York, SHIELD Headquarters June 2008

Chenault sighed slightly as her wrists rubbed again against the the metal cuffs used to detain her. She sat idly in a small room, letting her mind wander around, merely touching on the off-chance of what she would do for dinner that evening. There were mirrors all around her, mirrors as walls, and she saw herself in a state she had preferred not to. Her hair was wet, stringy, and her makeup had washed off with the rain. Chenault sighed once more as a door slid open and in walked a short man in suit a half size too big for his breadth.

"Good evening," Agent Phil Coulson spoke, carefully watching the woman in the chair. He smiled when she didn't reply. "Who are you?"

Chenault giggled, "You know who I am, you took my wallet."

"Excuse me for being suspicious, Mrs. Franklin of the Virginia Smithsonian Franklins, but you seem a bit young to have four children and eight grandchildren, to be married to a State Legislature; Representative of Virginia." She said nothing, though she held a smirk, forgetting that was the ID she had grabbed from her desk drawer in the hurry to get into the city. "You managed to break into our security main frame, high-tech protection systems with a hair-pin and a Nokia cell phone from 1999…You also broke the knees of one of our finest guards, he'll be lucky if he ever gets to walk again."

"In my sincere patronage he posed an honest threat, I was just protecting myself." Coulson gazed at the girl with curiosity and relentless stubbornness as he refused to believe much of what she had to say, although she really didn't have a reason to lie—she was already reprimanded.

"I find it a bit curious how a woman of your size manage to incapacitate a six foot, three hundred pound man in mere seconds…How long have you been planning this? It couldn't have taken you more than thirty seconds to break our system and get what you wanted. How long were your studying our security?"

"This morning." She said quietly, simply answering the first question, and left it at that.

The door slid open quickly and a short man popped his head in.

"Director Fury just arrived sir."

Coulson nodded and looked at Chenault, "Excuse me." She nodded her head and watched him leave, entertained by the notion of courtesy shown by the agent.

Behind the two way mirrors Nick Fury was met by Agent Coulson in front of a computer screen. He was currently watching the security tape of Chenault's break-in and defeat of the guard.

"Tell me what you see here, Agent Coulson." He looked down at the screen and watched as Chenault turned her head quickly at the sound of the guard's voice and she paused for a mere second, her face calm and almost merely serene, before dropping to her knees and punching the insides of his knees. Fury stopped the video.

"I don't see anything that could have given her the advantage."

"Ah." Fury brought his finger to his eye and pointed at the screen, "Watch again." The video restarted and Fury paused it just as she turned around. "Look like a familiar expression?" He said, gesturing behind him at a few of the trainees who had dazed expressions on their faces as they watched their own screens. Still though, Coulson did not say anything. "...She played the entire scene in her head, dreamed it up and then re-played it in real life. Not many people have the mental capacity to do something like that. And those that can do not have the skills and education to be successful at it like she is. Takes...years of training."

"...You really think it's her then?"

Fury nodded, "Yeah, I think it's her."

Agent Coulson walked back inside the room holding Chenault. Of course, what he thought held Chenault. He walked in to meet the empty air of a darkened room only lighted by the window light. Though on the table sat a small note containing the barely litigable scribbled letters that read, "My sincerest apologies, Phillip, for the inconvenience but I must be out. I shall be seeing you soon. Yours, Chenault."

Two Days Later

Chenault sat on her couch of the apartment she used to share with a man named Hamish Turkowsky, who had been assassinated yesterday by a sniper in the building across the way. She smoked her cigarettes down through the morning, and sighed as she heard the door open. "I didn't invite you in." She said to her wall.

"I came in anyway." Phil Coulson said, standing in the middle of the small living area.

"Yeah, I forget you do that."

"Want to tell me why you're still in your apartment? Your roommate was just killed here yesterday."

Chenault stood, inhaling on her cigarette and exhaling through her nose. She eyed him closely, "I'm not the sentimental type." Chenault put her cigarette out as she turned to her couch and flopped down on it. "Care to join me for the daily tube?"

"I'm actually here on important business." She looked at him curiously, "I came to ask you if you wanted to join a team of heros in the future. It's not exactly a well-oiled machine just yet but it will be, with time. What do you say?"

Chenault put out her cigarette and stared at Phil. "I say you'll have better luck asking my roommate's ghost than me."

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