A short story about the daughter of Agent Phil Coulson and a certain adorable Flerken.
(A one-shot that links in with a story I'm planning on writing at some point however it makes sense without the story. The story I'm planning on writing is a Buck...
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1995
It was a late Saturday afternoon and a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent was running around the headquarters frantically. He was slamming doors open and interrupting meetings but he didn't particularly care, he would just apologise before moving on to another room.
The cause of this agent's frantic searching was a small 6 year old girl with brown hair and wide brown eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Evelyn Margret Coulson was a troublesome child who was always looking where she shouldn't be.
This time she had run off from her father to explore the base he worked on as 'a super duper secret spy guy', as Evelyn put it.
She had found her way to the office of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who's name she recognised from stories her father had told her of his Supervising Officer. 'Nicholas J Fury.'
The little girl slowly opened the door, despite only being 6 years old she was very good at sneaking and her father often joked how he would have to recruit her when she was older.
She tiptoed into the large office and began looking around, her wide brown eyes searching everything. She crept up to the desk and climbed into the chair before leaning her elbows on the desk and resting her chin on her hands, pretending to be the boss.
A small 'mew' was heard from the side where a small cat bed was placed next to a window. A ginger cat was curled up in a ball and had just let out a yawn, startling the young girl.
"Hello Mr kitty," the young girl smiled, a bright smile with two front teeth missing, as she ungratefully climbed out of the chair to where the cat was now awake and cleaning itself. She slowly creeped forward and held out her hand to the cat. The ginger cat head butted her hand before moving closer to the child, encouraging her to stroke him. She giggled as the cat's wet nose rubbed against her small fingers. Evelyn continued to pet the ginger cat, finding a black collar around the cat's neck. "Goose? That's your name? Bit odd, why call a cat a goose?" She kept stroking Goose and talking to him.
Nick Fury was a very busy man. He had a lot to do, missions to go on, paperwork to do, people to organise. What he didn't have time for was his trainee running around shouting for a bird. He didn't know that that was the last time he would ever not have time for the little girl.
The high ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agent was on his way to his office, rubbing his head where his new eye patch was digging in, he'd have to get used to that. As he got to his door he stopped suddenly as he noticed the door was ajar. Being the spy he was he pulled out his gun and cautiously opened the door to his office, ready to fire at the intruder who had somehow managed to get into his office.
