Don't Fear The Reaper

Chapter 2

I hadn't seen my brother in years, and I don't mean just a few. I mean, more than five years or was it more since I last saw him in person? I couldn't even remember anymore.

Sad thing was there was more than fifteen year age difference between us. I was the extra surprise child of the family. I wasn't close to anyone in the family, sadly. It had only been in the last few years that my brother had taken any interest in me and what I was up to.

I knew why. The blip had happened, and he was looking to reconnect with things. It just felt like a cop-out that I only became important after a worldwide catastrophe. I was thirty-three years old and still looking for family approval.

"He's still your brother," I muttered. "One you've always looked up to and hoped would be proud of you."

Tears threatened to fall. "Never let them see you cry," I said, swiping a hand under my eyes after parking and taking a big breath.

There was a knock on my window, which made me jump. I snapped my head to the window.

"Mam, you can't park here," a security guard said. "You're going to have to leave."

I smiled as I reached for my ID in my bag that was on the seat beside me. I lowered the window and held up my badge.

"Agent Knox Reeves. I believe Director Coulson is expecting me."

The guard took the badge, looked at me, at the badge and nodded before handing it back.

"Of course. Welcome back to SHIELD, Agent Reeves."

I took the badge. "Thanks. Do you know if the Director is in?" I grabbed my messenger bag, raised the window and opened the door.

He stepped back to allow me out. "Yes, mam. I'll take you in."

"That would be great," I paused to look at his badge. "Agent Stahl."

He smirked. "My pleasure, mam. This way."

Yeah, I followed in my brother's footsteps. I became an agent but didn't always play well with others and left. But once an agent, always an agent. We had both been recruited by Fury, though Phil hadn't been too impressed when he found out his little sister was becoming an agent. I had even gone so far as to use our mother's maiden name so I wasn't under the shadow of my brother. I was a pretty kickass agent in my own right. Having even worked and trained with Agent May - she was one of the few who knew who I really was.

I pretty much grew up on my own, with our parents dying when we were young. Phil had already been recruited, and I wasn't even a teenager yet. I ended up growing up in foster homes but never stayed long because I was a genius in my own right, graduating young. I grabbed up scholarships left and right, got doctorates in forensic pathology and psychology, and was also a black hat. I had training in jujitsu, Krav-maga, and I was a champion shooter. Was I compensating for my issues of abandonment? Most likely. Did it make me into a good agent? Fury had thought so.

It was almost nostalgic walking back into a SHIELD Headquarters. I hadn't been in one for years. I still did side jobs for SHIELD, sure, but I was mainly out of the game and working with the Winchester brothers for the last ten years.

Agent Stahl knocked on a door after having traveled down several stories and walked several corridors.

"Come in," I heard the voice.

Agent Stahl opened the door. "Have a good day, Agent."

I smiled at him. "Thanks again."

"My pleasure," he smiled back as I walked past him and the door shut behind me.