brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

eight.

anastasia presely james
chapter eight
feb. 26, 2013

i walked into my office and sat down, waiting for my computer to turn on. a tired yawn escapes my lips, before i take a sip of coffee out of a cup one of the interns brought me.

9:22

i read the clock and stretch out, before a phone call disrupts my thoughts. i clear my throat and pick up the phone, greeting them.

"is this adaline mikaelson?"

my body froze and all of my thoughts disappeared. it was a male voice, one i couldn't recognize.

"i'm sorry?"

"my apologies, i see you go by an alias now, miss anastasia presely james?"

"i'm really sorry, who are you?" i ask in the most polite way i possibly could.

"i'm agent phillip coulson."

"i'm going to assume you're an agent of s.h.i.e.l.d.'s?"

"yes, i am. i have a question to ask you, miss james."

"ask away, mr. coulson."

"it may be better if you meet with me, i'm outside the building. i already let stark know, you're covered."

i sigh and nod before agreeing with him. one he hangs up, i grab my coat and put it on before grabbing my coffee and walking out my door. i walk into my assistants office and let him know. he thanks me and wishes me good luck. i smile and walk into the elevator.

god, why can't i have one normal day.

i rest my head on the glass of the elevator and look up at the mirrored ceiling.

*ding*

the elevator opening breaks my attention and i'm met with agent coulson, i presume with the suit and a poorly hidden gun in his jacket and on his left leg. he has two bodyguards near him but kind of far.

he smiles at me and puts a hand out as i step out of the elevator.

"miss james?"

"mr. coulson."

he looks relieved and his smile widens.

"we have a lot to talk about."

"that, we do," i say beneath my breath and walk out of the building.

i retrieve my sun glasses from my purse and place them on my face. agent coulson helps me into the back of a black suv and i thank him politely.

"you seem like a civilized woman, miss james," i chuckle at the statement and the car begins to move.

"well, i've had nearly your lifetime to adjust to several societies which is the best way to stay hidden when you don't want to be found."

the car goes silent and i look out of the windows, looking at the many people on the streets.

just a normal day for them, a day that has zero significance, for ordinary people.

"miss james, may i ask you a question?" mr. coulson breaks the silence.

i turn to him and nod. his eyes had a lot of confusion in them and i could feel his curiosity from where i had been sitting, which was only about two feet away.

"we have an idea about what happened but not actual answers. your father, who created you, can't give us answers. the people in norway who would know anything about what enhancements you have, they're all dead. so it leaves it up to you to get any information."