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[1] Coke-Cola and Tickle Fights (Age 8, Important Year 1)

I sat in the living room with my father while watching a kiddie show. He smiled at me as I watched the show with great interest. He stroked my hair as he sipped his drink: an ice cold Coke-Cola. I turned around and flashed my cute, eight year old smile at him, and he smiled back. He set his drink on the table, and set me on his lap. We watched the show together, occasionally laughing at silly antics, dumb jokes, or goofy faces.

"Would my angel like a drink?" My dad asked me during a commercial.

"Yes please, daddy." I replied in that sugary sweet voice I had. He smiled, lifted me off of his lap, set me onto the couch, and got up himself. He left to go into the kitchen, and I sat in his spot. I glanced over at his drink, and figured one little sip couldn't hurt me. I reached for the can, held it in my tiny hands, and took a sip. As I was drinking, my dad reentered the room.

"Cynthia! How could you? Now you're going to get it." He laughed. I set the can down, jumped up, and ran out of the room. He set down the cup of juice he brought for me, and chased after me. I laughed as I picked up speed, almost hitting several things in the kitchen and dinning room. I jumped over things, like discarded magazines, old books, and spilled paper plates from dad's college days. This was the most time I've ever spent with him, due to his work. He works with S.H.I.E.L.D, and I never get to see him. Even though I was a little girl, I knew that our fun moments would only last a short while. I didn't realize that I stopped to ponder these things, because the next thing I knew, I had been tackled to the ground, and was being tickled. I shrieked with laughter, and he laughed, too.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I giggled. He laughed harder, and we both heard someone clear their throat.

"Agent Coulson, am I interrupting something?" My dad's boss, Nick Fury, asked. My dad stopped laughing, and he stood up.

"Sorry boss. Just enjoying some quality time with my daughter. What seems to be the problem?" He asked.

"You're needed, now." He said, giving me a look. I made myself smaller, and dropped my gaze to my hands.

"Alright, I'll be right there." He said, and Fury left to stand outside. He looked down at me, and gave me a sad smile.

"We'll play another time, kiddo. I'm sorry. In a few years, you'll be able to come with me, I promise." He sighed, and left me, alone.

Alone.

I'm always alone....And I always will be....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{A/N}~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Welp, this is the first chapter, to those who read this. This might be confusing, but I'm skipping around her ages. She won't be nine in the next chapter, a major age jump will be made. All will make sense soon, I hope. Just, bear with me, please. Thanks, and enjoy!