November 10th, 1989
"Fury, do you copy?"
"Yes, I copy Coulson, I've copied the past fifteen damn times you've done this."
"Sorry, just nervous."
"As expected, it's your first out-of-country mission."
There's light wailing in the distance.
"Coulson, did you hear that?"
"Yeah, yeah I did. Do you want me to go in?"
"No, not yet, meet me in the main hall. We received very little information about this place, at the moment, there's safety in numbers."
~2 minutes later~
"Should be the last door on the left, stay alert."
Footsteps, tiptoeing, eyes darting, light breathing, louder wailing, rising heart rates, a door.
"Do you wanna open it or..."
"I got it, Coulson, I got it."
A baby, probably nearly a year old, sat in a small wicker basket in the far corner of the room. An envelope sat on their chest, crisp and white. There was a small wooden box to her right.
Coulson began to approach the child when Fury grabbed his arm, "Coulson, I'm not sure that the best idea."
"Sir, it's an abandoned baby. We can't just leave it here to die."
Coulson broke out of Fury's grasp and started to walk towards the child again. As he grew closer, the baby's wails quieted until Coulson was stooped down to the baby's level and was picking up the card.
Dear Reader,
Congratulations, you found my beautiful baby girl, Rosemary Margaret. She was born December 13th, 1988 at 3:33 in the morning. Believe me, leaving her here was not my first choice, but there were no other logical ones. This used to be our home, that is until HYDRA attacked us on October 31, 1989, looking for my precious daughter. I took her to safety, but not before I sustained a few major injuries that will have most likely killed me by the time you read this letter. To her left, you'll find a box filled with letters, and some legal documents, that I've been writing to her since I found out I was pregnant with her, each has a date you're meant to give them to her on. I do not expect you, dear reader, to be able to take care of her yourself, but I do hope that you can find a good home for her, far, far away from here. I do not have much time left on this earth, but she has a lifetime. I wasn't able to live the life I wanted to. I just hope she can live her's.
Thank you and I'm sorry,
Erica Williams
"Fury, her mother is dead. They were attacked by HYDRA about eleven days ago. It says nothing about her father, so either he was a bad person, he's dead, or he works with HYDRA."
"We'll take the kid back to S.H.I.E.L.D. Figure out what to do with her."
"I'll grab her and her box."
November 12th, 1989
"Coulson, I've found an orphanage for the kid. I need you to take her there."
"I can't do that."
"And why not?"
"What if her father comes looking for her? What if she never gets adopted? What if the orphanage we put her in is actually a terrible place? What if-"
"What if she's better off in the orphanage? What if a great family wants to adopt her? Did you think about that?"
"I did yes but-"
"Then why won't you take the damn kid to an orphanage?"
"Fury, I've spent the past two days with the child. She has great potential, I can feel it in my bones."
"She's not even a year old."
"Doesn't matter. I'm not taking her to an orphanage."
"How are you going to take care of her?"
"I'll figure it out."
Fury let out a huff and shook his head. "Fine. Fine, keep the kid."
"Thank you, tha-"
"But, she will have to train to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If she does have potential, like you say, then let's harness it. We won't turn her into a weapon, we're not HYDRA for god's sake, we'll let her pick her division."
"Yeah, yeah ok."
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