Come With Me

Chapter One: The Agent

- Two Years Ago - 

"Yeah!! Well whats your address... because I could have a bomb there in less than a minute!!" You shout as you stumble out the bar, one security man holding you back the other keeping the man inside away from you, him and his mates laughing and jeering.  "I work for the government you know... could get someone to knock you off... no one would know!!" 

"You know I don't think you're meant to tell people that..." You spin round fits in the air to face the man that spoke. "I've got her..." 

"You've got no one... I have myself thanks.." you scoff dusting yourself off as the security man lets you go and walks back inside. "Do I know you?" You frown a little as you stumble towards him in the lowly lit street, this jeans and tight fitting black jumper hidden by a light jacket. 

"We work together... woah.." he chuckles a bit as he catches you, putting you back on your feet. 

"Oh for ..." you pause as you look up at the man who just caught you "are you sure?" 

"Yes I'm sure..." 

"No because I don't work with anyone as handsome as you...they're all" you struggle to find the words "not... well... whatever the fuck you are..." 

"I'll try to take that as a complement..." a small smile spreads across his face. 

"I'm Nick..." You stand taller and tilt your head before your eyes widen. 

"Holy shit... as in Nick Fowler...CIA AGENT?" 

"Yes but I'd like very much for you not to announce that to the whole of...." Nick looks around "...where the hell are we?" 

"Oh... right yes welcome to what I like to call the hell pit... see the bar we just left is so far removed from everything... no one can find me..." you say proudly swaying a little as he catches you, deciding its best if you link arms and he walks you back to the car he arrived him like that. 

"Well it wasn't easy to find you I'll give you that..." 

"You've not come to take me out have you?" 

"Sorry?" Nick looks at you confused 

"You know like pow pow... spssssssshh" you do a mime of being shot and blood flying out your head. 

"No..." Nick looks at you frowning "No... I was asked to bring you in on a case..." 

"Oh..." 

"You seem disappointed?" he mused. 

"No just...I was having a perfectly nice evening not doing work..." you waft your hand in the direction of the bar behind you. 

"Seems like it..." 

"Oh.. its alight... that's just ... it happens..." you shrug. 

"What you threatening to blow up men in bars..?" Nick raises and eyebrow. 

"No... men thinking they can do what they like with me... I think I have to find a new bar..." 

"I think you've probably had enough." 

"Ok Mr boring..." you roll your eyes. 

"No just being honest...you shouldn't be drinking that much alone" 

"Oh alright Dad..." you chuckle. You knew you were early twenties and he late 30s but the joke still make you laugh harder than it should. "You might as well drop me off at a bar somewhere... I'm not coming into work tonight... no way.. you can stick it..." Nick looked at you for a moment. "What?"