An Assassin Never Tells

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December 1st, 1997

Name: Rosemary Margaret

"Rosemary," I looked up, "you can't not have a last name, pick one," Fury said looking me dead in the eye.

I huffed, "Fine," I look back down and continued writing.

Name: Rosemary Margaret Fury

Age: 8

Gender:

I looked up a second time, "Can't you guys just look at my name and figure it out," I asked jokingly. Fury was not amused. I put my hands up, "Fine, fine."

Gender: Female

Birthdate: December 13th, 1988

Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia

Current Residence: Conyers, Georgia, United States, North America

Height: 4'2" (50in)

Weight: 52.5lbs (23.8kg)

Eye Color:

Hair Color:

I paused...again

"Why did you stop writing?"

"Well I'm not sure how to describe my hair and eye color."

"Keep it basic, try not to confuse people." I nodded in response.

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black

Blood Type:

"Wait, what's a blood type?"

"Just leave it blank Rosie."

"Okie! Do I need to fill out the rest of this thing, or do you do that?"

"I do that, just sign at the bottom."

I signed the paper, "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am!"

Fury took the paper from me, signed and dated it himself, folded it into thirds, shoved it into an envelope, and sent it off. "Now, Rosemary, there's someone who I'd like for you to meet," Fury stated. A man with pale skin and brown, clean cut hair walked in. Little did I know, this man would quickly become my father figure. The man was wearing a dark blue suit with a matching tie. He was only slightly shorter than Fury, but it was a noticeable difference. "This is Agent Coulson, he'll be here while I'm gone."

"Gone," I began, shocked and confused, "Where are you going?"

"On a mission, I won't be gone for too long," Fury said, he wore a slight frown his face.

I pouted, "Okay."

"Now, try to behave yourself," Fury chuckled, "I don't want any bad reports from Coulson when I get back."

"Sir, yes sir," I smiled. Fury turned away and walked calmly out of the room and closed the door behind him, which left Agent Coulson and I alone in the room. I walked up to him and stuck out my hand, "Hi! My name's Rosemary Margaret! I'm eight years old, but I'll be nine in," I paused and counted the days until my birthday on my fingers, "twelve days, I'll be nine in twelve days! My favorite food is chicken nuggets, and my favorite colors are red and purple," I exclaimed, a huge grin on my face, "What's your favorite food and color, how old are you, what's your real name?"

Agent Coulson, though confused, answered my questions, "Well, my real name is Phillip Coulson, but you can call me Phil. I'm thirty-three years old, and I'll be thirty-four next July. My favorite color is blue and my favorite food is tomato soup."

"Well, Phil," I started, "I think that we are going to be great friends," I paused, "and you can call me Peggy!"

AN: Sorry everyone for the super long break. I wanted to get further along in my writting before I published more chapters and the book needed some serious editting. I hope you all enjoy the book!